Mike's eyes fluttered open, and he squinted as the sun shown warmly onto his face. What the fuck, he thought, trying to figure out what happened. Wasn't I just driving?, he thought to himself. He looked around, seeing a nicely manicured back yard, fenced in with 6' high shadow box. He could hear the wind rustling, and there was a lawnmower running in the distance.
"What on Earth," me murmured, thinking his voice sounded quite strange.
That's when it happened. That's when he saw his hand. Polish? On my nails, he thought putting a confused look on his face. He instinctively started to rub his eyes to wake up, but noticed his couldn't feel any sort of stubble or hair on his face.
Now, fully aware that something was off, Mike tried to figure out what was going on. He looked around, not seeing anyone in sight, so he started to move to stand up. His hands gripped the lawn chair he was sitting in, and that's when he noticed it... them... those.
What the actual fucking fuck he thought while trying not to panic. There they were. Boobs. Two of them! I mean, that's the normal amount of boobs, but not on me. Peeking out there his blouse were two breasts. Yes, definitely breasts.
As vertigo started to take over, Mike looked down to reveal...
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