"Shit, I'm hot," I sigh, waking up late the day after taking the red pill. I was a regular bombshell, every horny teenager's wet dream with a pair of tits that were the perfect amount of squish as I sunk my hands into them, sensitive too, since it too barely a second of groping for me to feel light-headed about the whole transformation. Slim and slender with just a little bit of muscle definition to make me look like some sporty supermodel, olive skin smooth and flawless, as was my new silver-blonde hair that formed a pixie cut, since it didn't affect the length in the slightest. Long legs with watermelon crushing thighs. A face that seemed almost sinful, for how I enthralling it was, as I was near about to fall in love with my own reflection.
"No, no, this isn't some Greek myth," I shake my head when I caught myself leaning too close to the mirror for a kiss. "Pull yourself together, figure this out, you're a girl now!"
Despite trying my hardest to pump myself up, I still gulped at the sight of those rosy pink lips that seemed to glitter in the sunlight.
"Wow, you look so hot," my ex-girlfriend jumbled the words out as she came into the bathroom. "I never knew she had this hot a daughter."
About to throw an insult, I jerk in surprise when I feel her arms wrap around me, groping and playing with my body.
"Fuck... so smooth..." my ex breathed me in. "Like strawberries."
I shivered with a mix of revulsion and arousal at her touch. Felt like I wanted to throw up since I caught her getting railed by my own mother, the betrayal stung hard, especially when I reasserted dominance only to fall deep into humiliation of this new body. All that, because I was colour-blind.
It all seemed like some ludicrous joke, where I was the punchline.
I didn't laugh.
"Get off me," I huff, pulling her arms off me and shoving her to the side, running out of the bathroom and to my room. Slamming the door shut, I slump down to the floor against the wall. "What the fuck am I going to do?"
