This choice: Something isn't quite what you had in mind. • Go Back...Chapter #7She's Here in This Bedroom, All Right by: Unknown The first thing you notice is that your entire body is shrinking.
You're stunned enough that you fall backward from your kneeling position, coming down onto a cushion that seems a bit too large, as if your ass has expanded. It's the breasts growing on your chest that really capture your attention, though, and they become visible as your shirt splits open in the front to become a leather jacket too small to cover them. Silver rings appear through the larger nipples. You tentatively give one a tug between thumb and forefinger -- noticing that your fingernails extend beyond your fingertips and are painted a glossy black -- and give off a slight gasp at the sensation.
Colorful ink has appeared in various places on your skin. You touch a bouquet of flowers that decorates your left arm, and it feels just like normal skin, aside from the fact that it's now smooth and hairless, different from your regular male skin.
It doesn't take long for you to notice the aching need between your thighs. You brush against it -- feeling the cold metal that pierces warm flesh -- and are stunned. It's a similar sensation to touching your cock when aroused, only more so. You start exploring some more with your fingers, soon finding your pierced clit, and almost before you know it, you orgasm.
It's bigger and longer than a male orgasm, and it seems to fill your whole body. The sensation makes you moan -- loudly.
Before you've fully recovered, there's a pounding on your door. "Hey, keep it down in there, Carly!" yells Alice, muffled by the door. "Some of us are trying to go to sleep!"
"Sorry," you say, a bit shocked to hear a female voice come out of your mouth, although you really shouldn't be.
It's only then that you realize that your bedroom is almost completely different, with darker paint on the walls and posters of bands you've never heard of, furniture you don't recognize, clothes you don't recognize on a chair in one corner -- even the porn magazine that was sitting right next to you is gone.
All you can really think about, though, is the orgasm you just had, and you whisper to yourself, "Wow, I wish my orgasms would always be like that."
You realize you have your hands pressed against the floor, and there's something under one of them -- the stone. You quickly pick up your hand to look.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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