Hmmm…maybe I feel like a cowboy story?
The last thing Blake remembered was turning the page. Then, blackness.
Blake awoke suddenly, with a gasp. Had she been sleeping? How long had she been out? Last thing I remember was turning the page in that book… that thought was immediately shelved for visitation at a later date as Blake became aware of three things in rapid succession. One: She was in a bed. She had not been in a bed when she’d blacked out. Two: She did not recognize her surroundings. She seemed to be in someone’s bedroom, with wooden walls all around and heavy wooden beams on the ceiling. And ‘C’: She was not alone. She was, in fact, sharing the rather large bed with two other women she was sure she’d never seen before, one on each side of her, both still apparently asleep. Blake glanced around dazedly, her quick assessment of her surroundings having done nothing to dispel her confusion and quite a bit to exacerbate it. Should she wake the two strange women up? Maybe they could tell her what was happening. She sat up, the sheets falling off her body, and instantly added two new problems to her list. First off, she was naked. While normally waking up unexpectedly naked – coupled with the unfamiliar surroundings – would easily take first priority in terms of ‘things to be concerned about’, in this case it was easily eclipsed by the second thing: this body was not hers.
“Wha…? H-how…HUH?” She bleated helplessly, unable to contain herself in her shock. This body, which could not be hers but somehow was, was muscular, well-tanned and unmistakably male. She looked down at her newly flat chest – well, maybe ‘flat’ wasn’t exactly the right word, those pecs were amazing – and further to her exquisitely sculpted abs. There was little body hair in evidence, but her skin looked rough and more than one scar was noticeable even at a glance. Honestly, it was a body she might have responded to, if she weren’t currently using it. Blake paused. Below the abs, below the navel, the sheets were still covering… she had to see it. She lifted the sheet delicately. “Hoooly shit,” she said. Not normally the swearing type, but if you couldn’t bust out some profanity at a time like this, then what was even the point?
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