His nosy neighbor, Karen

‎As John opened his eyes, the sensations from the dream still lingered strangely in his body. He then realized something was very wrong. This was not his room. This was not his bed. His body felt different, his chest felt heavier, and the way his thighs pressed together felt odd. He sat up quickly, heart racing. His hands are smaller, with longer nails. “Wait, this isn’t right,” he muttered, his voice coming out higher and quite familiar. It was his neighbor Karen’s voice.‎‎

John looked down at the body he now occupied. The soft curve of breasts under the thin tank top, the wider hips, the thicker thighs. He hesitantly touched his chest, feeling their weight. “Holy shit, these are actually real,” he whispered in amazement. He stood up slowly, feeling the unfamiliar sway in his hips and the shift in balance. As he moved toward the mirror, memories of the dream flooded back. He had been thinking about Karen and how he became her in that dream. The sensations had felt so natural. Now he understood why.‎‎

When he stood in front of the mirror, Karen’s reflection stared back at him. The nosy neighbor who constantly complained about John and his friends even called the police on them once. Mid-forties, sharp eyes, shoulder-length brown hair with a few strands of gray, and a face that always seemed slightly annoyed with the world. They had always disliked her for her bitter attitude and her habit of sticking her nose into other people’s business. John touched the cheek of the reflection, watching it copy his movement perfectly.‎

“I’m… Karen,” he said quietly, voice trembling with disbelief. “The dream wasn’t just a dream. I really became her.” A nervous laugh escaped him even as worry tightened in his chest. He turned slightly, examining the body from different angles. “I wonder how Karen would react if she knew that a man is in her body right now.”‎‎ John stared at Karen’s reflection, his mind spinning. Part of him was amazed by the vivid sensations running through this unfamiliar, mature body. Another part was deeply worried about what he had accidentally done and how he would return to his own body.