You look down and see you are wearing an expensive looking suit filled out by an unmistakably male body. You hold up your hands, they seem huge and dark hair grows from the back of them. You are wearing a gold wedding band on your left hand but there is no sign of your usual jewellery, presumably it has been left behind along with the rest of your body. You grab at your chest finding hard flat muscles instead of the comfortable softness of your breast. Without thinking you reach between your legs and your hand closes on something soft and lumpy.
Your friends often tease you about your lack of sexual experience (even though you totally went to second base with Jimmy Forbes) but you are in no doubt about what you are holding.
“Holy shit!” You squeak “That's a cock. I have a cock! I'm a fucking boy.”
No not a boy, you correct yourself as you study your reflection, a man. Tall and broad shouldered you'd probably think he was pretty hot in a George Clooney kind of way if he didn't have your blonde cheerleaders head perched on his shoulders.
You continue checking yourself over trying to wrap your head around what has happened. You wonder who's body this is and how he feels about suddenly being a teenage girl. You wonder how this is even possible, it seems more like magic than any kind of science you can imagine. You shake your head and think about what to do next.
You could use the collar again and return to your own body but now you've had a chance to catch your breath that seems like a boring choice. You suppose you could also use the collar to try another body but you must admit you are curious about the body you have now, especially the slowly growing lump between your legs.
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