Have a little exploration

Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Erik does his best to hold himself together.

"There's no way. This is insane. People don't just suddenly change genders. It's pure fiction, just like the whole futanari thing. Yeah, that's it. This is just a dream. I'm just having some weird dream after watching that porn." Erik thinks all this in his head, trying his best to hold back the dread swelling up inside him. He continues to cling onto the hope that this might just be a dream. Opening his eyes Erik decides to have fun with this dream while it lasts.

Taking a better look at himself in the mirror he notices for the first time that his hazelnut hair has grown longer then it use to be. It hangs well below his shoulders, stopping near his waist. His hair also seems to have gained a natural waviness to it. His eyes look the same, but his nose is smaller, lips a little more plump, and his general facial features are softer and more rounded. His arms and legs have become more slender while still retaining the hints of muscle he has collected from playing on the baseball team. Taking note of his smaller hands Erik pulls his t-shirt up over his head, his long locks of hair falling back down around him. Taking his new breasts in his hands, he kneads and plays with the flesh. Erik was never one to learn boob sizes just from looking at them, but he feels confident saying his must be somewhere in the C - D cup range. These actions have caused his body to begin to grow hot and soon his fingers have wiggled their way up to his erect nipples. Pulling, twisting, and squeezing them Erik begins to feel a new sensation. It is familiar enough for Erik to know he is becoming aroused, but the absence of a growing cock, in the place of a wetting crotch is what's foreign. Reaching one hand down he slips off his boxers and places his hand over his new hole. Erik is surprised at just how hot and sticky it has become. Taking a few minutes to explore and become familiar with his womanhood, Erik finds what he was searching for, his clit. Using one hand to flick his clit and the other to play with his breast, a few moans began to escape his lips, the new foreign feminine sounds only adding to his arousal.

Closing his eyes Erik imagines himself pounding into the dripping cunt of Katie, a girl from high school whom he has had a crush on since 7th grade. His fingers dug into her round ass she’s perfectly formed from playing soccer. Her C cup tits swinging freely while he used his own feminine moans to replace hers. Suddenly, things begin to shift in his mind. Katie pulls herself from his cock and pushes him onto his back. Looking up at her Erik notices a new appendage between her legs, a giant 11 inch cock. His eyes follow as she climbs on top of him, then they go lower to see her breast pressed against his own. Wait, what! Erik tried to refocus his mind, but no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t alter the scene playing out. Pretty soon he was plunging his own fingers into his new hole in unison with the imagery of Katie pounding his own dripping cunt with her massive cock. As he continued to imagine her pounding into him, Erik felt his lower body becoming hot and his legs giving out. Seconds later, Erik let out a louder moan then he ever had as a guy. Liquid bliss shot out of his pussy lips covering his hand and thighs. Erik slumped to the floor waiting for the afterglow of his first female orgasm to subside. It felt so much different then when he was a guy. Part of him imagined what it would have felt like to feel Katie blow a massive load deep in his womanhood. But he quickly threw the thought out of his mind.

Once he’d recovered from the afterglow of orgasm, Erik stood in front of the mirror once more. He was hoping to see his male from looking back at him but was sadly mistaking. And the longer he stood there staring at his female form the more he realized this was real. This really was real, not just a simple dream. Feeling emotions start to build Erik quickly tries to keep calm. He decides to keep his mind preoccupied by figuring out how this could have happened.

After cleaning up the mess he’d made in the bathroom, as well as putting his shirt and boxers back on, Erik walked slowly out of the bathroom. He wanted to look at what he had drunk and knew there were two more bottles sitting in the fridge. Of course, he could have just looked at the empty bottle sitting in his room, but Erik was not thinking very clearly right now.

Erik entered the kitchen hoping his mother still wasn’t back yet, or at least was in her room and not the kitchen-living room combo.