The next morning, the incessant buzzing of your alarm clock wakes you up. Still groggy, your head filled with the last remains of strange and disturbing dreams, you reach out, slapping the alarm button and ending the annoying racket, then role over and sit up, but somethings not right. There's a strange weight on your chest, and when you open your eyes, you're confronted with long strands of light brown hair.
"What the heck? when did my hair get so long?" you think, brushing it aside. Then, looking down, you get your first good look at the strange weight you've been feeling. In place of the flat manly chest you're used to, instead two large mounds push out from your chest, tenting the fabric of your shirt, which has also changed, having become white with pink accents. In fact, it looks like something a girl would wear. Suddenly, you remember the dream you had last night, and what the strange voice had said to you.
"Oh crap! What if it wasn't a dream?" you worry. You decide you have to know for sure, so without further delay, you grasp the bottom of the shirt you're wearing and pull it up and over your head, revealing, much to your shock and horror, an impressive set of full double D tits, their large pink nipples standing at attention in the cold morning air. "Oh my God!" you cry, only to immediately slap your hands over your mouth in surprise, and more than a little fear at the sound of the high girly voice emanating from your lips. Removing your hands, you exclaim "What the hell? Even my voice has changed! What's going on?!"
It's then that you notice something else, or rather, a lack of something. You can't feel your penis! Normally, at this time of day, it would be hard as a rock and fighting to escape the confines of your shorts due to your morning wood, but not this morning. In it's place, all you can feel is a strange emptiness, and a feeling of warm wetness between your legs, coupled with an odd, but somewhat pleasant tingling sensation. Though you dread what you'll find, given the other evidence you've already discovered, you have to know for sure what has happened to you, and with that in mind, you toss off the covers, revealing the pair of tight black sweat pants your wearing with a noticeable absence of any sort of bulge. Grasping the waistband of your pants, you slide them down your legs and toss them in the pile with your shirt, leaving you clad in nothing more than pair of soft pink panties, and a pair of ankle socks the same color, yet more evidence that what you feared has indeed come to pass. Despite your trepidation, you can't help but notice that your legs are long, slender, and very sexy. They also look as though they've been shaved and waxed recently.
You sigh before saying "Well, looks like this is it, it's now or never." before grabbing the waistband of your underwear and sliding them off, revealing not the hairy masculine crotch you're used to, but rather a neatly shaved triangle of light brown pubic hair nestled just above a moist, tight pink pussy. "Holy shit, I'm a girl!" you shriek. You briefly wonder how this could have happened, but then you remember just what sort of wish you had made in your dream last night, which, apparently wasn't a dream at all. Alkazar has changed you into a girl!
"I can't be a girl! I don't know anything about being one! What will everyone say? What will Monica think? How am I suppose to..." your complaints suddenly die off as It's then you remember the part about your wish changing the entire world, causing your worries to increase exponentially. "Oh crap! Oh crap! Oh crap! This is bad, this is really, really bad! No, wait, calm down Eric, don't panic. There's got to be a way to fix this. If Alkazar caused this, he can probably fix it. All I have to do is to get in touch with him somehow, that's all." you reason, calling out "Alkazar! Alkazar, this isn't funny! This is totally not what I meant when I said you should surprise me. Come on, enough with the jokes already, just go ahead and tun me back, please?"
You wait a moment, but there's no answer. Either Alkazar can't hear you, or else he hears you and he just doesn't care. Sighing, you then_________________?
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