Waking up a Woman
“Mm,” I moaned, rolling over as I slowly woke up, pulling my hand over my chest as I did. At least, I thought it was my chest, but it felt too soft to be right. My pillow must have shifted during the night.
But wait, that couldn’t be right either: I could still clearly feel my pillow beneath my head. So what was on my chest? I opened my eyes, and got my answer. “What. The fuck?” I said, my eyes wide as I stared at the two huge mounds now resting on my chest. “Why is my chest so soft and flabby? It almost looks like I have tits…” My mouth dropped and I squeezed the weights on my chest. “I have tits?” I whispered, not wanting to believe it. “But I’m a dude! I don’t have tits I have pecs and a-” I didn’t finish my sentence before I launched my covers off my body and looked down between my legs. Nothing.
Well, not nothing, but not what I was expecting either. My dick was gone, and instead I was staring down at a vagina. My vagina. “I’m a-a woman,” I said, breathing heavily as I grasped one of my massive boobs. “And if I am…” I said, my attention turning back to the space between my legs. “I might as well enjoy myself.” I slipped a hand into my slit, and began my first masturbation as a woman…