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Chapter 8 by latexdoll latexdoll

What does morning bring?

Impossible changes.

You awaken with a yawn and a stretch, then instantly your bowels demand release and it occurs to you that you left the butt plug in all night. “Oh no that was stupid.” You say and race to the bathroom. You reach back, yank it out, and plop down on the seat and with a sigh you empty yourself. “Fuck.” As you sit there something seems odd but you can’t quite place it. “Oh shit I’m so small! What is going on?” You say as you leap to your feet. Stepping to the mirror you look at yourself. The metallic green in your hair seems to have been temporary color as it is most likely all over your pillow as your hair is now a cute very dark colored bob with a bit of shiny green. Your features are now quite feminine and slight with an oval face and sexy deep green eyes. Your perky nose has a small hoop in the center and your sort of long ish tongue has a barbell through it as well, and your ears are pierced several times. Looking down you see your neck is long and sexy and your bones are way more pronounced and sexy with no trace of an Adam’s apple. You are skinny but not unhealthy looking and you don’t exactly have breasts, but your nipples seem a bit larger, looking further down you see your navel is pierced with a small hoop with a dangling chain and pink gem. Your fingernails are still shiny and green and looking down you see your toenails are painted hot pink. “Well that doesn’t match.” You say with a snort. Reaching down you grab your cock and are sort of relieved as you find it intact, though as you play with it you realize it has changed. While it basically fills your hand, your hands are small, you’d say it’s about 5” once you get it hard, it is rather thin but seems cute and has a bit of an odd ripple like bend. Judging by your surroundings you guess you are maybe 5’4” and you can’t be much over 100 lbs if you are even that heavy.

A knock at the door stops any further inspection. You straighten your clothes and give your hair a tiny bit of attention as you yell, “Just a second.” Finally composed you pull the door open.

Who is it?

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