You wake feeling very odd. Yawning, as if you've been asleep for days. Events suddenly come back to you. The wide raised hands suddenly drop snapping to your chest. You find your new bust rather easily. It feels expansive, more than filling your hands.
Still drowsy, you struggle to get free from the bedding. But, it feels like you're tangled in layers of sheets. The heat is oppressive, smothering and you want to rip off everything so you can take in the damage. You did request an attractive body, and this feels like a young firm body.
An idea occurs, as you taste the cherry lipstick coating your lips. The weight of make-up adding to your femininity. But, there's a disquieting thought taking root at the back of your mind.
Rushing over to a mirror, you confirm what you dreaded.
You're not tangled in sheets, and that oppressive heat isn't going to vanish any time soon. They've found you a suitable new host, but probably not where you'd want to be... certainly not where you'd want to be a woman.
Giving your bust another squeeze, you find the pleasure lost, and the girls are too sensitive and too large to bind tight to your chest and hide as a man.
You curse the speed of the heart attack, that made you rush through the contract. You've been transposed as well as saved. Now stuck as a veiled woman. You need to find out where you are, and what rights you have, and if there's any access to your money.
Copyright 2000 - 2024 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.17 seconds at 3:24pm on Nov 25, 2024 via server WEBX1.