Finish the beer.

“Hic…” you down the rest of the beer as you casually twirl the diamond inlaid handcuffs, stomach rumbling. You take a step toward the extremely purloinable walk in robe as the room seems to tilt. “I… don’t feel… so…” the room spins and you fall back onto the bed, staring up at the bdsm harness hanging above you. You giggle drunkenly as you make yourself comfortable in the bedcovers. What would a pretty you lady look like suspended naked in that harness. You wish you knew…

Your eyelids are heavy. You close them. Just for a moment as you feel almost like you’re floating.

“Who’s been drinking my beer?” You hear a deep voice ask. The tone is rhetorical.

You giggle drunkenly. “It was just right…” you slur.

“Who’s been playing with my hand cuffs?” The rumbling voice asks. A large shadow looms over you.

“Just right…” you mumble, half asleep.

“Who’s been sleeping in my bed?” The gruff voice asks.

“Mmmmm. So right…” you almost whisper.

You can feel hands on you, easily removing your clothes. They seem too big now. The shoes come off and then your pants. You sigh contentedly as you lie amongst the sheets, Egyptian cotton soft against your softly curvaceous skin. Golden blonde locks frame your lazy half awake view as you look down at your newly curved and slim frame. You laugh drunkenly. You have boobies.

Strong sure hands roll you onto your tummy and you contentedly close your eyes as small squeaking noise distantly herald the lowering the harness. There is gentle firm constriction about your left wrist. Then the other. Then your ankles. Then your waist.

“Sleeping. Leave me alone…” you protest.

“Sorry goldilocks. This ain’t the three bears house…” the man says as you are hoisted up above the bed. It’s not your own petard but it may as well be.

“Huh?” You ask as you come to your senses. Spread eagles, hanging prone and naked. Breasts downward dangling from your chest by no downward dangling manhood. “Breasts… what in the fuck!?!”