A laptop screen

Abruptly, I found myself sat on a bed, a laptop computer open in front of me.

"Oh Dean" Sam growled his voice husky with arely contained lust as he stared deep into his brothers stormie eyes "this is so wrongbut it feels so damn right!"

The brothers kissed in **** abandon hands roaming over hard mussels, clutching desperately as a lifetime of repressed desire finally bursting free...

My eyes went wide as I read the words on the screen. Less at the content, badly written gay **** fan fiction isn't exactly my thing, but it was hardly the most shocking thing I'd ever encountered online, it was more the bizarre way my body seemed to be reacting to it.

I felt hot, my face flushed and my breathing irregular, as if I was in the middle of a workout. My chest ached. No, I realised, not my whole chest, just my nipples. They felt swollen and unbearably sensitive, my slightest movement causing them to rub against the fabric of my top.

What was happening to me? Was I having some sort of allergic reaction? That might explain the swelling that seemed to be afflicting my chest, but not my apparent memory lapse. My vision swam as my focus shifted from the screen to look down at my upper body. Yup, I was swollen alright. It almost looked like I had tits there. Twin mounds pressing out against the fabric of a too tight t-shirt that I didn't remember owning.

My sense of disorientation growing, I went to poke at my swollen chest, only to find I didn't have a free hand. My left hand held the laptop, that somehow felt heavier than it should when I lifted it, and my right was... trapped? It felt pressed between two warm, soft pillows. I tried to wiggle it free, only to feel something strangely familiar against my fingers. I gasped as I pressed against it, the hot, slick folds of what could only be a pussy. My gasp turned into a full throated moan as a wonderful surge of pleasure shot through me. Orgasmic delight chased rational thought away as my questing fingers dug deeper into the glorious honeypot between my legs. I couldn't understand what was happening to me, my reeling mind refused to accept it. Instead, I surrendered to the primal **** of lust that consumed me. I rubbed and teased and penetrated until my hips bucked wildly, and I came, burying my face in the pillow to stifle my screams.

It was only after, as I lay panting for breath on the sweat stained sheets, that I finally understood. My chest wasn't swollen, I really did have tits!

The soft pillows that had trapped my hand were my own smooth female thighs. And of course, the strange object between my legs that felt like a pussy and that had given me such incredible pleasure was in fact a pussy, my pussy!

"Holy fucking shit!" I squealed. "I'm a fucking woman...!"