Not the same Kev that went to sleep

The light shined through the gaps in the curtain as I woke up and illuminated the whole room. I felt groggy, but very refreshed. More refreshed than you expected after being so tired yesterday, but you'd take the win.

I had woken up first which was what always happened and looked over to Alison. She was sleeping on her back and had the sheets only covering her bottom half cause of the heat. I could see the curves of her large breasts poking out from the side as sh...

Wait. Large breasts?

I looked at her again. Firm but sleek back, wavy brown with blonde highlighted hair, and tits almost double in size squished between her chest and the bed.

I sat up with a start, all grogginess was gone in an instant. I went to move out of bed but all my motions felt wrong. Weight where there shouldn't be, less strength, and less length?

Ignoring the sensations I turned my head to look at mirror on the wall beside me that was clearly there to let you watch yourselves fuck.

Staring back at me was a gorgeous, athletic woman. Her face looks to be in panic or shock, but I can still see that she's very pretty. A small hand brushes up against her face and I felt the slightly rough hand on the incredibly smooth and well maintained cheek.

This was you, she was you, you her, her you, my brain started to malfunction a bit as I processed this. How was this possible?

Looking over the rest of the body, I gently slide out if bed and closer to the mirror. The messy bun I do to my hair before bed every night has somehow doubled in size and had turned an obviously dyed light blonde with some of the brown and darker roots purposely showing. My new face looks like it could belong to a supermodel, but you've never seen a model's face as shocked as you are. It's soft, yet fierce, your old brown eyes look like they had more of a sparkle to them than before. They look bigger somehow. The eyebrows are neatly manicured something I had never done. And my lips. They look so kissable almost DSLs. I tilt my head downwards and my eyes land on my chest and gone are the well defined pecs, the ones letting you bench almost 3 plates. Instead there's is a fit chest but with two small sized breasts added. They're perky and about the size of oranges it seems. Thinking about them I feel the extra weight they add, but they look more than perky enough to stand up without a bra. Even my nipples had changed, they had increased in size a bit and now stood out almost, proudly. My abs, my counting every gram of food abs. Thank God they were still there, I could tell they weren't as defined as if I had still calorie counted so intensely, but with less emphasis on my core exercises. I continued lower and I started having trouble breathing. My cock! My dick was gone, my favourite friend, gone. After using my muscle and abs to bring entice some girls I could always count on my cock to seal the deal. And it was just... gone. Watching Alison get to her knees, and work her magic to get my fully hard was no more. My hand, now slimmer with well manicured nails moved down my body. I could see the muscles still prominent in my arms and shoulders but to a much lesser degree. I rub over my still impressive abs to feel a spot of completely smooth skin on my pubic area, almost like I had freshly waxed. Another first. I moved lower and finally felt it. Instead of a beefy cock, there was a soft fold. And I lost it. I screamed, it was high pitched and girly and I didn't really care at that moment

Alison woke with a start behind me I saw her shift and look at me in the mirror. The enhancements I had dreamed of making her look sexier than ever this morning.

There's a look of confusion on her face before a realization seems to sink in.

"Kesley?!"