An accident

Gary awoke with an aching head only slowly becoming aware of his surroundings. He had been having the strangest dream, he’d almost call it a vision. In it he had seen the history of a race of strange alien creatures that had visited Earth in the distant past and how they had lived amongst humanity by borrowing human bodies. How they had gifted certain humans with the same ability to occupy other bodies and that, strangest of all, he had inherited that ability from his ancestors.

As the dream or vision or fantasy, whatever it was, fades away the real world starts to demand his attention. A bright light shines in his eyes and a woman’s voice calm but insistent repeats his name.

“Mr Johnson?” She is saying “Gary? Can you hear me? Do you know where you are?”

Gary groans, the pain in his head spiking and the smell of disinfectant hitting his nostrils.

“What…What happened?” he mumbles blinking up at the nurse standing over him.

“You were in an accident Mr Johnson” she says with a reassuring smile “You had a little bump on the head but you are going to be fine. I just need you to lay still while I run some tests, is that okay?”

He nods as she turns away his thoughts shifting back to his dream, even if it was just the result of a scrambled brain it had seemed so vivid. He’d be the first to admit he wasn’t the most imaginative so where had all that crazy shit come from? Even awake again in the mundane surroundings of the hospital room he could still feel a part of the dream inside him, like a splinter in his mind. Without really understanding what he is doing he reaches for the splinter. Something shifts, the room spins around him and when he regains his bearings he has become one of the alien creatures from his dreams. At that moment the nurse turns back to him and gasps as she sees that her patent has vanished replaced by a disgusting grey green slug squirming in a pool of slime. Gary acts on instinct as she opens her mouth to scream leaping from the bed and forcing his new body into her mouth. She gags and tries to spit him out but he is already slithering down her throat. Blindly he pushes deeper inside her the warm dark space he finds himself in is strangely comforting and he starts to relax. His sense of his slug body fades away and as it does it is replaced by a barrage of new sensations. He finds himself back in the hospital standing front of his empty bed. He looks down and sees he is wearing a set of scrubs with an ID badge pinned to the chest. More importantly a pair of good sized breasts are pushing out the thin fabric.

“Holy shit!” he squeaks grabbing at his new assets “I’m a girl”

He hurries over to the mirror and sees the pale shocked face of the nurse staring back at him. He raised his hands to his face watching the girl in the mirror copy his actions. His face feels completely smooth without the slightest trace of the stubble he has had since he was a teenager. It’s more than a little unsettling to look in the glass and see a stranger and he screws his eyes shut against a sudden wave of disorientation.

“I’m still dreaming” he tells himself trying to ignore how high his voice sounds “I’m probably pumped full of **** after the accident and I’m having a crazy **** fueled dream. I’ll probably wake up anytime now.”

But it doesn’t feel like a dream or trip or hallucination it’s just too detailed. From the familiar smells and sounds of the hospital to the tight band of her bra wrapped around his chest everything screamed reality.

“Besides” he thought cautiously opening his eyes again to examine his reflection “this is hardly the body of my dream girl.”

He half expects the girl in the mirror to look offended but instead she gives a lopsided smirk. Perhaps he is being a little unfair he admits to himself. She seems to have a good body under the baggy scrubs and her face is pretty enough even without makeup still she is far from the stereotypical sexy nurse he might have expected if all this was really just a product of his imagination.

As he stares as his borrowed body wondering if he will ever wake up it occurs to him that there is one way to resolve the dilemma and confirm whether any of this is real.

He pulls down his pants to reveal a pair of white cotton panties covering a flat space where he would normally see a manly bulge. He swallows hard then before he can change his mind slides one hand under the waistband of the panties fumbling at smooth skin and soft folds until he finds the right spot and pushes a slender finger inside. He winces as he penetrates his unprepared pussy. It’s not the most comfortable feeling but the fact that it is so utterly unlike anything he has ever felt or even imagined before convinces him that whatever is happening it is not simply in his head.

He sits down on the bed his head spinning as he struggles to get to grips with his impossible situation.