"What the fuck", I mutter looking at myself in the mirror! Myself, that doesn't even apply anymore. The person in the mirror is not me. "This can't be real", I state stripping out of the nighty. My breasts are way too big for my body and they're attached, they're me, my flesh. This isn't some kind of fancy body suit. "No, no", I shout as a search between my legs for my missing cock with my new slender hands with painted nails. "Oh my gawd", I exclaim as I catch sight of my well rounded ass. I even have tan lines and I don't tan, or rather didn't tan. I run my hands over my new body in complete panic. Not only can I feel my body under my hands, but I can feel my hands on my body. "This has to be a dream, a bad dream", I mutter. Someone pounds on the door and shouts, "Samantha, come on and get your bikini on. We're going to be late." "Bikini", I think and look over to a chair in the room where a cute red two piece bikini is laid out. "Oh hell no", I mutter looking at it.
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