A Wonderful Awakening
Keywords: Wonderful, Awakening, A,
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Ch.1
I woke up feeling groggy, God what a night! I really had to stop drinking so much - it wasn't good forgetting what had happened the night before – particularly when you let your friends take you to the seedier bars in town. Anyway, what on earth did had I drunk? I felt weird as shit and, though not a normal hangover, I could feel a real migraine kicking in – like my brain was fighting something. I shifted slightly in my bed – at least I had made it home – and felt my body shift under the sheet. Wow, did I really snog that gorgeous blonde with the to-die-for eyes and ever so nice cleavage just begging to be nuzzled? She had seemed a pretty easy girl and had even dragged me into the corner of the bar for some more intimate action – I just love slipping a hand down a girls skirt, past her knickers and dipping at her pussy entrance. The way they gasp, bucking into you as your finger just moistens up – heaven...
Hey, wasn't it Saturday – how about a morning of porn and self pleasurement? Girls were great but they rarely came back for a shag 1st night no matter how game they were and I just felt really horny. I thought of the DVDs in the bedside drawer and the magazines under the bed but really they didn't seem needed - what was wrong with me? I definitely needed to cum but something wasn't right. Just then I shifted again and I felt a jolt run through my body from my chest. I reached up a hand and vaguely clocked that my skin felt smooth and damp despite me feeling chill inside. As I got to my stomach I began to feel scared – where were my stomach muscles? Why did I feel all soft? Moving quickly I suddenly came across a mound of flesh on my chest and, simultaneous with having a near heart attack, I experienced a sudden and deep thrill. Exploring around I realised I was holding a large and soft pair of tits. Falling against my chest I had thought their weight was the sheet pulling against my body but it felt like the cause was actually at least a DD cup. Still in a morning daze I spent a while playing with them and savouring the feelings running through my core when I squeezed my (much enlarged) nipples.
Suddenly, I woke up fully and realised I wasn't having some warped morning dream. Sitting up I looked down at my body only to see a damp sheet clinging to 2 large mounds on my chest, dark areole were visible and I became aware of even darker hair falling down either side of my face. Barely able to think I reached up and ran a hand through what felt like thick, long luxuriant hair with one hand whilst pulling the sheet down with the other. Yes, I really was looking at a curvaceous woman's body completely and totally different from the one I had gone to sleep in.
I began to run my hands over my face, neck, breast and stomach – hoping to feel muscle and hair – instead feeling soft, pliant skin and a deep throbbing building inside me every time I ran my (feminine, I noticed) fingers over my erect nipples. Comically, I did a double take and reached down under the crumpled sheet on my lap – pushing a hand between my full thighs as I pulled my legs apart. Nothing. I was too scared to explore further but I didn't need to – I knew what I would find and decided to leave that particular shock to later (though as I considered this the throbbing increased). Sliding off the bed I gathered the sheet around my waist and neatly tied it at the side; all the while too aware that I was a lot smaller in relation to the room than my memory said I should be. I took a deep breath and stepped across to the closet door mirror, eyes screwed tight against the frightening proof of what they would see.
An early-twenties, long black haired, buxom stranger looked back at me when I eventually opened my eyes. Glancing away I took a deep breath and checked she was still there. She was. "Okay, you can do this Alex" I thought. "Just go with it and it is bound to make sense somewhere along the line – I mean this shit doesn't just happen does it?" Checking again I decided that I looked like a wavy/curly haired Lauren Bacal though with paler skin. Definitely curvier than the current vogue but – "God I should be giving myself a hard-on" I thought, then "Oh, no – lets not think about that just yet..." I had dark, gentle eyes and soft rounded cheekbones tapering down to a pouting mouth and a slim jaw. A delicate neck sat atop a fine pair of shoulders that obviously hadn't been pumping iron in a gym but still weren't dulled by any layer of fat. The twin globes of flesh hanging off my front were somewhat wide apart but my earlier guess of DD looked spot on and, at this age at least, were still firm and pert with a minimal crease under them. The nipples were actually in total proportion but I was aware of them sticking out in profile in my lower peripheral vision even whilst gazing at them head-on in the mirror. I'm sure I saw them twitch and had to resist grabbing them as I continued my vain appraisal. Under these...tits...I suppose (though the word seemed crude now) my stomach tapered away and then curved out to the breadth of hips still hidden under the folds of white sheet.
Still feeling light headed from the surreal events I didn't want to go any further down yet but reached my hands up from where they had been hanging limp at my sides and slid over my flanks (since when had I called it that?) towards the lower curve of my breast until my thumb and finger cupped the lower contours. Breathing deeply – and relishing the sudden thrill running over my skin – I reached up and hefted their weight, letting my finger tips graze over my nipples. An involuntary groan left my lips as I realised I had very, very sensitive nipples; inhibitions falling away I shucked the sheet off and gazed, dumbstruck at the evidence of my femininity.before me – a dark, trimmed triangle between a pair of shapely legs and framed by the gentle curve of child bearing hips.
Curiosity kicking in I stepped forward, opened my legs and peered closer at the mysterious shapes that greeted me. Never having been a fan of pussy licking I had never looked closely at one other than in magazines and in repose it looked kind of neat. I opened my legs further and pushed my hips forward in a distinctly unladylike pose to allow my self to watch as my fingers prised my outer lips open to show my pink pussy mouth. Shaking myself I took one last look in the mirror then stepped back to the bed and lay down with my eyes glazed over as my fingers took control and started to probe deeper. Just as I had done to that blonde last night I started to slicken up and my fingers were soon pushing deeper and deeper into my pussy and my breath was coming shorter and shorter. Moments later I experienced my first female orgasm – relatively minor I was to find out later – though the most intense, whole body explosion I had ever felt.
With my migraine really kicking in I went to the bathroom and took a couple of aspirin. I was painfully aware of my hips and breast swinging as I walked and my long hair brushing on my shoulders, my smooth back. As I reached up on tip-toe to reach the top shelf (which was a new experience) my tits stuck out and brushed my nipples against the cold mirror, sending a shiver down my spine – Jesus, I had to cover those sensitive points up otherwise I was going to cum all over again before too long! I swallowed the pills and lay down, pulling the sheet up over my new body before slipping into a deep sleep.
Ch.2
I woke up sometime later with the daylight coming through gaps in the curtains – a glance at the alarm clock showed it to be midday before I remembered and ran my hands over my body to check. Fuck. It wasn't a dream, I was still this most gorgeous sensual creature that yesterday I would have loved to fuck. In fact, I realised that I still would – Christ, I was turning myself on just thinking of my own body! At least that meant my mind was unchanged – no lusting after cocks today thank you very much...
Getting up I went for a shower, already more comfortable with my new shape and becoming used to the sway of hips, hair and tits as I walked about. With a superhuman effort I resisted the urge to play with myself though I was feeling seriously horny by the time I switched the water off and stepped out of the cubicle. Towelling myself off I was faced with my first annoyance as a woman – my hair didn't just towel dry. Deciding that I was going to have to use a hair drier at the same time as realising I had no suitable clothes for my 5'9ish frame (that I guessed was about a size 12 to go with the DDs I felt sure I was sporting) I fastened the towel around my chest as if I had been doing it for years and wondered across the hallway to my flatmates room.
Kate had been away for a week on a purchasing trip for her company and wasn't due back for a few more days so I reckoned I would be safe. As I flicked the switch the bulb blew and I had to stand at the door waiting for my eyes to adjust to the dim light before threading my way past furniture, bags and myriad clothes scattered over the floor. With the curtains open I could make out the dressing table and stool covered in what looked like her work clothes. Clearing these onto the floor I sat down and faced the mirror – once more seeing my lovely face and neck, still slightly damp from the shower. My hair hang slick down my back with a few wisps beginning to curl up as they dried off. Rummaging around produced a drier and I began the first, laboured efforts at drying thick and long hair. I was just beginning to appreciate the efforts women went to every day even before they walked out of their bedroom door.
Finally satisfied with nearly-dry hair (though it still looked fairly chaotic and nothing like it had when I had woken up in the morning, how I now wanted that wavy curly look to reappear!) I sat back and pondered my next move. Normally I would be showered and dressed within 15 minutes of waking up but it had already been 45 minutes and I didn't even know where to start with clothing.
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Keywords: Wonderful, Awakening, A,