Never have I felt so uncomfortable. I was clearly not used to being a female. For one thing, I was struggling to cope with a pair of such large lumps under my shirt jiggling upon every movement, providing a constant distraction, not to mention the constant fight I had just balance on my feet. I was not used to having so much weight on my chest, but it was an even worse feeling to have my erect nipples rubbing against my shirt. I had a recurring urge to scratch them, but I knew that it would only make things worse. There was also the battle to hold my jeans over my waist, I regretted not wearing a belt that day. I was also not used to having so much hair on my head, locks of blonde hair continued to shuffle and swing over my face, most of the time blocking my vision. But perhaps the worst of all was a weird sensation coursing through my lower torso, clearly I was not used to having female organs in my body. I could only pray that things couldn't get any worse.
I thought that being in the body of my dream girl would be a laugh, but I was immediately regretting ever visiting that website, and I was regretting having such a crude dream. But now, there I was, doomed to live out the rest of the week in this body, no doubt forced to experience most of the physical sensations that women go through. I hoped that I would not have to experience a period.
I had no other choice. I couldn't survive the week like this alone. I needed help. However, it was difficult to trust most of my friends. If I knew my friends, they would take advantage of me like this. I knew I would if I found one of them in a similar situation.
The question however, was who could I trust?
I contemplated one of the guys. Jordan Andrews was a good friend, perhaps my best friend. If I had to put my faith in anyone, it would be him. Although I wasn't sure how he would react if he saw, but I suspected that he would be helpful, and try his best to ensure my safety. The only problem would be whether or not his girlfriend, or his sister, would be as helpful, and not as protective as they were.
I then concluded that a better option would be to trust one of the girls, since they lived through these experiences their entire lives. Perhaps it would be better to trust someone who had experience with being a female. Preferably not my girlfriend however, if she found me like this she would completely embarrass me. If there was a girl that I could trust, it would have to be Hayley Watkins. We were good friends in college, and she always cared for me, as I did for her. She was also quite bright, so she would have been the best person to turn to, unless she had her not-so-trustworthy friends with her by the time I find her.
Those were the best people that I could go to for help.
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