First awakening as a woman.

I slowly open my eyes, dazzled by the sunlight coming through the window.

Is it morning already...?

Damn it. I don't want to go to work...

"Hmmrrmmm..." A soft feminine grumble escapes my mouth while I retract my head back into the cozy blankets.
There is a pleasant smell everywhere, something uncharacteristic from my usual awakenings.

And it certainly isn't the only thing out of place, but... I'm way too comfortable to care, completely enveloped by a crysalid of pure blissfull warmth, gently wrapped around my frame like a baby blanket. I shuffle just a tiny bit, making my little feet rub against one another while slightly clenching my left hand. There is a smooth feeling enveloping my forearm, which is coiled right before my chest sandwiched between a pair of bulky pillows.

...

Or... are these actual pillows?

...

They do feel quite springy though, less of a pillow and more like big warm marshmallows.

I slowly lower my arm and gently caress one of those unfamiliar lumps, which gives me a pleasant feeling from the touch.

"Mmmhhh... so nice..." I mutter with a sleepy smile.

The lightness of this body, the smell, the sensations transmitted by touch, the uncharacteristic pitch of my voice...
It takes a good while for my drowsy mind to slowly pick up the pieces and put them together into a single coherent thought: 'There is definitely something unusual going on with my body.'

Still, however unusual it is, I wish all mornings were like this. I'm just unable remember the last time I had such a delightful awakening.

But never the one to allow lazyness to get the best of me, I decide to get moving, getting out from the blankets and putting them away.
Then, with my eyes still closed, I pleasantly stretch my arms with a soft purr coming from my throat, enjoying my last moments of leisure before waking up for work.

After half a minute of doing nothing but stretching my limbs and wiggling my strangely light body over the warm mattress, I finally make the titanic effort of sitting up.
And the first thing I feel when doing so is a weight shift and a slight pull right in front of my chest.
What is this...?
It's as if I had some kind of soft bulky mass leaning against my ribs.

I rub my eyes and blink a few times, taking in my surroundings for the first time since I woke up.
Wait a moment. This... This is not my room.

However, it's not entirely unfamiliar either. Where have I seen this room before...?

"Huh..." I mutter, staring at the several plushies lined up on the side of the bed.
And then, leaning back on my arm, I finally look down at those two bulky flesh mounds attached to my ribcage just as they slightly wiggle to one side, following the shift in my position.

Turns out those 'pillows' from before weren't pillows at all. These look more like... female breasts. Comically large ones at that.

But just as my eyes grow wide, hands shaking and I'm about to yell the loudest 'what the fuck?!' of my life... my sluggish brain finally picks up the pace, and I start to remember.

"Oh.." I say with an astonished expression over my pretty face as the memories from yesterday flood into my stunned mind. "...so that really happened..."

My rather lackluster words are followed by the longest silence of the morning, during which I do nothing but look down at my gigantic tits with the fixation of a dog awaiting his owner to throw the ball. There is no sound except for the barely perceivable beatings of my heart and the imaginary gears of my brain struggling to click in place, trying to make the world make sense yet again.

Serena Rodriguez, nineteen years old. That's the girl this body belongs to. The body I accidentally possessed.

"..heheh..." A little giggle comes out of my mouth. "...Hahah...! Oh god..."

Fuelled by this wonderful feeling coming from my belly, the giggles quickly turn into a wholehearted laugh while I grab a handful of my amazingly long silky hair and wrap it around my neck like a silly imitation of a scarf.

'It's real! I can't believe this is real!' I tell myself, finally coming to realization with my new reality.
And then I laugh even harder. At some point, I'm straight up roaring like a madman(or a madwoman in this case) as if I just heard the greatest joke of my life.

With a cartoonishly exaggerated movement, I open my arms wide. And then I immediately snap them back in, tightly hugging my massive breasts and allowing myself to fall back on the bed, still laughing, like a girl from an old fairytale falling over the grass with a bunch of plump apples between her arms.

"I DON'T HAVE TO GO TO WOOOOORK!!!" I yell as loud as I can.

...

Huh... what an odd thought. I have taken over the body of one of the most gorgeous girls I've ever seen in the flesh and yet the very first thing I take joy from is the fact that I don't have to go to work. Seriously, I should review my priorities.

......Well, who cares?

With yet another giggle, I stretch my youthful legs towards the ceiling and enjoy the sight of my new feminine toes with a smile as bright as the sunlight coming through the window.

I'm not 'me' anymore, and that's all that matters. Now I can finally leave my disgusting past life far behind. And that means no more work, no more debts and no more dickheads making my already tormenting existence even more miserable. But most importantly: that means a final goodbye to my ugly, stiff and overweight body.

A fresh start... in the best possible way.

With the warm flesh of my tits still cuddled between my arms, I turn my head to the side, where my magic pendant is laying over the bedside table.

And it's all thanks to this strange artifact, inherited from my mom.

My bright smile becomes a bit warmer, gaining a bit of a melancholic undertone from the memory of my deceased mother.

But the moment passes quickly. And before I know, I'm eagerly licking my new feminine lips while moving Serena's hand accross the smooth skin of her thigh, fully enjoying a touch that would've been forbidden if I was still in my old body.
As my borrowed hand slowly moves down, it eventually reaches the only place where I still have clothes on. And despite the fact that I spent hours playing with what's underneath just yesterday, my hand still hesitates. The absence of any substantial bulk in that place still makes me shiver, as if my brain still fails to accept the fact that I've been turned into a woman.

However, that short tinge of vertigo, if anything, only makes this moment even more exciting. And as my thin feminine fingers finally close, pressing over the thin piece of fabric hiding the mushy valley of Serena's most private place, I let out a soft moan from the emotional release.

I really want to keep going, eager to repeat that wonderful experience from yesterday. I feel this body getting hot, my breath quickening, my fat nipples becoming a little harder...

It's a shame that reality has different plans.

A deafening gurgle comes out from my stomach, freezing me in place.
Aahh, damn it. I think I'm starving.
Not to mention... that I'm also pissing myself very bad. Holy crap, how come I'm realizing this just now?!

I spring my new body forward, jumping out from the bed so quick that the inertia makes my massive breasts to flutter around and plop against each other.
However, the moment I grab the door handle, I stop in place, remembering that naggy blonde girl living with Serena.

I guess I should put something on before stepping out.

And I do exactly that, quickly grabbing a white t-shirt and some loose sports shorts from the wardrobe. But once I've put them on and quizzically look down at the overstretched fabric over my chest, which does nothing but flaunt the massive bulk of my breasts even further, I can't help but wonder if I it wouldn't be better to just go naked.

I let out a chuckle and shake my head, honestly astonished by how obscene I look with just a bit of clothing. Serena is such a genetic freak... and I'm in her body now.

'Anyway, let's go before I end up ruining the carpet.'

With my teeth clenched and a hand against my crotch, I open the door and head straight to the bathroom.