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Waking up…

You groan and your voice sounds wrong. Like the worse hangover ever wrong. Where…? Where are you? How did you get here? You groan again.

Yeah. There is a massive gap in your memories. You struggle to remember. Your mouth tastes like the inside of a dried out something. It’s hard to string metaphors together with that pounding in the back of your skull.

You groan and blink. Why does your groaning sound … sexy. “Wha… tha… fu…?!” You mouth. Yeah sexy and feminine.

You bring a hand up to your face but it encounters soft fleshy mounds on your chest halfway to its destination. You blink again as a coldness descends on your belly. What happened last night?!? Your hands direction changes heading south of the border.

X-change? It has to be. You’re definitely a woman. You’d know a pussy and breasts anywhere. But how? Why? When? You roll over. You’re naked under a sheet. A woman. But what kind of woman?! You’d be worried if you weren’t so hungover. Is it ****? It could have been ****. Hopefully just a bad bender. A bad gender bender.

You lift the blanket and inspect your new body.