Crazy realization. I've really possessed a woman's body!

I start touching my new features almost compulsively, my mind lost in a jumble of fear and disbelief.

"Aahh... hahh..."

Is this a dream?! I have to be dreaming, right?

To test my theory, I choose the only method I can think of after a lifetime of watching Hollywood movies and kids cartoons: Which is to pinch my cheek.

"Ouch!" I complain. It hurts way more than it should. When did I get so sensitive?

I cover my soft cheek with a tiny hand, frowning over the pain. But then I open my eyes wide in sudden realization.
If I can feel the pain, does that mean that... this isn't a dream at all...?
No, wait.
-I put my hands over my head- This could perfectly be a dream still. There is just no way that a tinge of pain can prove anything, right?
-I sink my fingers into the thick mane of long hair- Maybe my brain is just replicating the feeling of pain. Maybe I'm just having a very lucid dream, one of those that I can keep enjoying even though I already know it's not real!

I let out a nervous laugh.
Yeah, that has to be it. I mean... this whole situation is way too absurd when you think of it from a rational point of view. Like for real. Good ol' me, suddenly waking up in a pretty girl's body? Yeah, sure, what else? Will I also see the sky filled with flying cars when I look through the window?

I chuckle once again, forcing myself to take this event in a lighthearted way. Why not just enjoy it while I can? I'm going to wake up soon anyways, since I'm aware that self-conscious dreams never last for long.

"So... Serena Rodriguez, huh?" I say after taking another look at the identification card, which I immediately throw over the bed alongside my quartz pendant. "You surely have a fine voice."

I look back at the mirror with a smile. And the woman from my reflection smiles back at me.

"...And a fine body too..."
Way too fine, actually. In terms of curves and general sex-appeal, this lady can be considered a total anomally. Which basically proves my point. Like dude, I might not be very knowledgeable about women in general, but these breasts are way too huge and impressive for this to be nothing but a dream.
(I still gotta compliment my brain for showing such level of detail though)

I give these massive titties a nice squeeze without thinking much about it, sinking my tiny hands under the lumps of bulging cloth. But then I immediately stop, with surprise plastered all over my new face.

"W-What was that...?" I whisper to myself, referring to the jolt I just felt over my armpits.

Just to make sure, I start moving my hands once again, grabbing these surprisingly heavy breasts and moving them up and down.

"Th-This feels more realistic than I thought..." My feminine voice is suddenly wavering, and I'm not smiling anymore.

'Realistic' is certainly a way to put it. They are heavy, and soft, and... warm? But most importantly, I can clearly feel the touch of my own hands through them! Mother of Christ... Is this how female breasts really feel like?!
They are not nearly as sensitive as porn sells them to be. But they still feel so nice!

The sole knowledge of what I'm doing at this very moment is already making my head spin in a weird direction!

But again, this feels way too real, god damnit!

What if... What if this really isn't a dream?

[...]

In a split second, my entire mood changes completely.

"Heheh... heheeehh... w-woah..." I can't contain my voice, feeling a rush of adrenaline through my whole body.
If this is truly not a dream. If what I'm doing right now is actually happening in real life... I think I'm gonna lose my mind!

Before I know, my shoulders and elbows are shaking.

Oh god, I'm not prepared!
I've always wanted to do this, but definitely not from this perspective!

The sensitivity is increasing. They are getting warmer, and heavier! Why am I feeling pressure in my chest? Oh god, I'm sweating all over. My heart is beating too fast! This cannot be real, but it feels way too real. What do I do? What do I do?!

I abruptly release these massive breasts from my grasp and hit my forehead with the palms of both hands.

"Stop, stop, stop, STOP!!" I clench my teeth, desperately trying to keep my shit together before I turn crazy. "Calm down Mark, please..."

Such a sweet voice coming from my own mouth, begging me to calm down. It really sounds as if a beautiful girl was sincerely worrying about me. Has that ever happened before?
I suddenly release all the air in my lungs in a quick but loud chuckle, amused by my own pitiful thought process. However, that momentary tension release helps me clear my mind enough to take two steps backward and let myself fall over the bed.

"...This is really happening... isn't it?" I say in a murmur after I've taken a few more breaths in this position: laying over the mattress while facing the ceiling. "But... how...?"

Even though I'm in a relatively relaxed position, my voice is trembling and my (Serena's) legs are still shaking. There is no way I can calm down in this situation. The fear, the uncertainty and all this... overwhelming curiosity are all jumbled together plunging my mind into a chaotic whirlpool.

"...Haaahhhhh.........! FUCK IT!" I suddenly jolt forward, making this body stand back up so quick that her breasts even make a little jump despite the bra.

I need to... I need to...