Amy's POV

I yawn as I read over the script for what feels like the thirtieth time today. My character was a bland, supporting character. I can't believe they didn't accept my audition for the lead role, it's so unfair! Apparently I had the range needed for the protagonists friend. Secretly lesbian with a yearning for the main character, yet unable to express herself due to the religious and cultural restrictions of the time period. How does one live fully when they're stifling themselves to fit in with society... Yaaaaaawn.... I don't just want my name in lights. I want my name in lights, at the top of the list. I want my application to Juilliard to be full of lead roles and nothing less. Well. I suppose one won't hurt. The first practice recital is tomorrow, maybe I can convince them to swap the roles around.

I put the script down on my bedside table, neatly tucking it into the plastic sleeve, before rolling onto my side and pulling out my phone. It's nearly time for bed, my brother and parents have already retreated for tonight. My baggy pajama pants feel so good to wear in bed. So warm. My g-string sitting snuggly, yet thin enough to almost feel like I'm wearing nothing at all. I'm wearing a thin, baggy, shirt as well. My hair comes tumbling in front of my eyes. Curly, black locks of hair, which I quickly sweep back to the side. I got a brand new haircut to help impress the teachers and they still decided to go with someone else. Of course they didn't tell me either. Unbelievable...

As I open instagram on my phone, I feel a sudden, cold breeze hit me. It sends goosebumps racing up my spine and then down through my fingers, which start to almost feel numb for a moment before returning back to normal. Strange. I go to pull the covers over me some more- only to find I can't move! As I have this realization, my hands begin to move against my will. My index finger scrolling through my home page before turning the phone screen off and laying it down on my pillow, screen first. I feel myself turn onto my back and hold my hands up to the light, which is still on in my room. My hands curl into fists before stretching my fingers out. I'm **** to admire my fingernails and let out a little whistle of appreciation.

"What is it with girls and knowing just how to make everything look so cute and sexy?" I hear my voice say. My eyes slowly moving from my hands, down my body. They stop when they see my breasts, bra free and pressing against the thin material of the pajama shirt.

"Woah momma!" My voice giggles as my hands lower themselves to my chest and roughly fondle my breasts. "Nice titties Amy!" I hear myself laugh, before painfully tugging my nipples, which poke out through the thin material. "You and Louisia have incredible racks... Hot damn..." Lousia?! Really?! My tits- breasts! Are way nicer than hers! I don't know how this has happened, but this definitely isn't me unless I've had a complete mental breakdown!

I feel myself stand up out of bed, almost dancing towards the full body mirror I have in my room. My reflection looks back at me with a coy smirk on it's face. Her hands roaming my body seductively. She pouts and starts to play with the bottom of her shirt, lifting it up to nipple height to create some incredibly generous underboob.

"You SERIOUSLY need to start an OnlyFans Amy... Jesus fucking Christ..." My treacherous voice purrs to me. Then my body starts to bounce on it's heels, my breasts bouncing along too. My lips curl into a huge smile and I hear myself laugh hard, before bending forwards and swaying my hips like I'm just begging to be spanked. "Hola papi..." My voice giggles in the most racist interpretation of a Spanish accent I've ever heard... "¡Estoy tan caliente por ti!" EW!

To my shame, my hands start to undress me. First, my top gets pulled over my tits, still on just not covering anything now. My nipples are hard, aching to be teased an touched. Additionally, I can feel a familiar damp feeling between my legs... Oh god help me...

"Oh! Someone get's horny easily! Such a hot body... I mean, I don't need to change back right away do I? I wonder how long I can stay in Miss Big Tits for?" MISS WHAT?! Great! Not only is is it some pervert. It's also a pervert who sounds like they don't like me! Everyone likes me! My mind races as I try to figure out which creep it could be. Probably an ex... Or maybe a creep I turned down. While I'm distracted with my thoughts, my body has been busy moving onto the main event.

"GOD. DAMN!" I hear myself gasp, before a HARD spank echoes through the room. OW! This pervert just made me spank myself- IS HE SERIOUS?! There's a damn hand print on my ass now! Just let me sleep! "Nicki Minaj would kill to have a natural ass like this... Oh my god... And a G-string too?! You naughty little slut... Oh! I'm a naughty little slut... So wet and horny for daddy's cock... Fuck me papi..." I hear myself coo to myself. My reflection stands up straight, before cocking her hips to the side. Her right hand slowly sliding down, under her g-string and- "Mmmm~! Oh that's it... I wonder if this slut has toys..."

This is going to be a long night...