This choice: A hiss of a hypodermic, made Joey unsteady on his feet. • Go Back...Chapter #6A hiss of a hypodermic, made Joey unsteady on h... by: Mr. George   Joey only distantly felt the hands that eased him into the seat. Eyes fluttering, he saw the same uniformed assistants helping Courtney to her padded lounger. His eyes finally closed, with only the distant voices reaching him. Feeling himself rest against the same comfy lounger, he was asleep before he knew it.
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Waking was harder, his head felt too heavy to lift from the pillow. His whole body felt heavy, as the drugs faded from his system. His head lolled to the side, as he heard a noise. Taking in a voluptuous woman in a short, blue outfit. He tried to wolf-whistle. Even his sluggish thoughts knew that had to be Courtney.
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"Hey... Sleeping beauty wakes..." she said sympathetically, as she came over to sit on Joey's bed. She held a glass of juice to Joey's lips, and guided the straw home. Sucking the juice greedily, Joey felt things return to normality. Well, a kind of normality. A prickle of pins and needles came flooding through his body, as sensation returned.
With his head still too heavy, he flexed his fingers and toes, feeling them respond. His whole body felt off, which he tried to expect. But, as he got Courtney to help him sit up... Joey was feeling a rising panic... A realisation that things were more different than he expected.
As Courtney's arm cradled around Joey's shoulder, it was too narrow, too scrawny, and as she eased him upright. Joey's chest moved, heavily, with a sloshing movement he didn't like at all.
A look downwards told him, what he was already suspecting... They'd put him in the body of a California Girl.
The cleavage framed by an orange swimsuit... with a bare middle... Reminding Joey forcefully, that women wore bikinis.... That he... No! She! She was wearing a bikini.
"It fades quicker if you walk, it'll flush from your system sooner."
With an arm around your middle she gets you onto your feet. More leaning on her, than supporting yourself, you walk the length of the bed a couple of times. Courtney's right, as you feel less tired, and disconnected from your body with each step.
The view from the room reveals a balcony, and the smell of the ocean fills your lungs, the sound of the waves assuring you that you're by the beach.
Cautiously, you disentangle yourself from Courtney's support, and take in your new body. The full-length mirror in the back of the door gives you nowhere to hide, and no illusions about your new sex... and uncomfortably how sexy your new body looks.
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