A model

Looking in the mirror you see it wasn’t just a dream, and you definitely drank enough of her seed. You stare at your new sexy little pussy. “Holy shit.” Your slender fingers explore the sexy folds and much like some stripper on stage or vid cam performer you spread your new long sexy legs and part your new lips to reveal the pink inside. “Wow. How can this be real?” Blinking you shake your head and let your eyes take in all of the new you. There doesn’t seem to be a trace of your former self. Staring into your soft brown eyes, you know it is you, but it feels like you are staring into the eyes of a lover perhaps. You stand up. Looking from head to toe and back you guess that you are right about 5' 7” tall and very skinny, when you inhale and you can count your ribs, barely 100 lbs for sure. Your breasts are basically non existent, AA cups, probably, with long nipples, a half inch or more sticking out on your chest. You do have a rather feminine shape, and your ass is basically just amazing, you can’t imagine how it could be more perfect. “Well it’s not as big as some people like, but damn.” That said you also decide your long legs are pretty damned amazing as well. You can’t help but smile. The makeup you put on has run down your cute oval face and has given you quite the well fucked look. Your dark brown hair is a rather boyish pixie cut and your skin like sand with a slight olive undertone. Overall, it feels like you woke up in the body of a high fashion model.

Turning your attention to your surroundings you are still in the room the guy put you in, but everything seems a bit off. There are faint char marks that are all that remain of the ritual as if it took place a while ago, rather than the hour that you were gone. Also gone is all of the clothing that he had brought in for you to try on. Suddenly something strikes your attention, the lights in the room are off, there are no windows, the door is closed, yet you can see just fine. “That’s not normal.” You say quietly and stride over to the door. Pulling it open you are shocked to see there is only a few discarded boxes in the hall. Making your way through the building you see the shop has apparently gone out of business and is now basically empty with the front door and windows covered in plywood. “What the hell? How long was I gone?” Suddenly aware of your nudity you decide to start checking boxes to see if you can find something to wear.

Most of the boxes are empty, so it takes a while but you eventually find a few things that you like. The first to catch your eye is neon green, you pull open the clear package and pull out the softest tiny stretchy g string bikini set. It goes on effortlessly and has just enough fabric to conceal your naughty bits. The next takes a bit longer, sifting through a pile of rather nasty ripped clothes you finally discover a pair of glossy black pants that seem tiny at first but are so stretchy that they simply hug your legs and ass, sitting low on your hips and are short enough you know they are called capris, but you aren’t certain you knew that before. “I read that somewhere, right.” Looking around you never do find a top that isn’t just disgusting, but you do eventually a size xs black leather jacket that is missing the pull tag on its zipper. You find several shoes, but sadly none that are all that practical, so you eventually settle on a pair of sandals with 6” heels and a 2” platform under the toes.

Dressed, you set yourself to task finding a way out of here. Pulling at the boards you soon give up and decide to explore to see if you can find another exit. Making your way around you go back into the store room once again and push past the junk and boxes when you make a rather startling discovery, a calendar for the year 2021. “But it is 2019.” You say quietly. “Does this mean I was gone 2 years?” You ask the air.

To your surprise someone answers, “Yes, yes it does.”