After you blink, you suddenly notice a strange unevenness in your posture. You're now sitting on the bed, streams of tears falling down your face. You notice you are about to set down the photo album on the night stand when a familiar tattoo on your arm sets off a cascade of alarms in your head. How did I get aunt carol's tattoo? What the hell? You look further up the slender arm to the white shag coat covering my breasts. Breasts? I quickly reached out to them, and cupped them with my green painted fingernails. Holy shit, I had breasts!
Taking a deep breath, watching them rise and fall, I thought things through for a second. I touched the ball, then I walked over and touched the book. Now I'm here touching my breasts... It took a second, but it all clicked. Somehow, the little silver orb let me become whoever touched whatever I chose to touch last.
Shit. Then I realized I had become aunt carol at some unknown time. When did she last touch this book? What time was it? I looked outside and saw darkness from the window that a moment ago had light pouring through. I stood up, realizing the strangeness of my body. I wiped the odd tears from my face and found the black smudge on my hand confusing for a moment, until I realized it was probably her... my makeup.
Near the front door I saw aunt Carol's purse and quickly dove in to look at her phone. As I held it up to check the time, I saw several notifications. One was from a guy named HotGuyBarSaturday and another from my mother talking about some of the things she wanted Carol to pick up from Dad's place. Grandpas.
I realized this is why she was here. I held the phone in front of my face and hoped it would unlock. It did. I opened the message from my mom and read it, looking at a hand basket full of some of the items already prepared. Then I decided to open the other messages. From Hot Guy.
This was... a mistake. I scrolled for a few messages, reading their sexting back and forth, a strange sensation of warmth in my groin. Then I came upon a nightmare picture of this Hot Guy's huge cock. I just stared at it, shocked. For a very long moment I ogled it and wondered the truth of this thing. It didn't seem possible, or maybe it was some effect of the camera.
I noticed my heart was racing and a warmth had begun to tickle throughout my aunt's... my body. My breathing was intense, like I had just done a short jog. My groin was wet? I reached a hand down to the base of my dress and felt around the thin layer of underwear. It was the strangest thing not having a penis. Just a flat soft fold where it used to be. Still staring intensely at the phone, I backed up to the bed and came to a seat. My other hand still petting my underwear. The sensation was so inviting. Like my erections used to feel, but welling up inside me. I noticed my breathing get deeper as I pushed harder, trying to agitate a small itch building up at my groin that I needed to scratch. But, it wasn't a normal itch. It was a sensation inside me.
Slowly, I slid my hand into the underwear and found my fingers between two hot folds of flesh, soft with a tiny clump of hair at the top. My mouth opened on its own and let out a good exhale in the sound of a shallow moan. My aunt's voice caught me off guard, but it seemed to make me enjoy this more.
Between the folds, my fingers found wetness. I moved them up and down, trying to find a fussy point I kept passing over. I noticed a hardening in my breasts that made them all the more unusual, but sensitive to the tiny motions in the dress. "God!" I said, out loud, as I found a point of intensity. I focused on it with two fingers, rubbing them back and forth on the tiny bump that was sending shivers down my spine. My spine was giving me a curl. A sound of wanting "Mmmmh" came out of my throat without my permission. It sounded like a child did when they were being denied candy.
A sudden "Agh," came out of me as a burst of warmth erupted from my groin, into my stomach, up my spine, and shuddered into my chest. I laid back on the bed, breathing like I had just run a mile. I couldn't help but laughing a little and the strange relaxation but tightness blanketing all my skin. I was tingly everywhere. My phone buzzed, catching me off guard.
It was HotGuy. The message asked, "You still coming?"
In the back of my head I though, "just did." Somehow this made me hornier. The inner parts of the new toy I just discovered seemed to be inviting fingers again. I slid one in, but this only demanded more. I was slipping a finger back and forth and beginning to imagine the giant penis in the image sliding in and out of me...
A strange idea hit me. Wasn't I a guy? Shouldn't I be hating this? Then I remembered the writing on the paper. The dial was set to a day. I picked up the phone and began typing back. After sending, "On my way," I scrolled back to find the address. I searched through the giant purse to find a set of keys, a wallet full of cards and a small tin case with mints, a pack of pills and a single condom. Wow. I was about to do this...
I touched my groin through my dress. I was going to do this.
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