Waking Up to a New Day

Slowly, I came to from a deep sleep. Letting out a satisfied moan as I stretched, I sat up in Sherry's bed.

"Man, I slept like a rock. Mrrmm, I must've passed out. I don't remember laying down to sleep. And that weird dream..."

As I said that, my eyes catch the discarded underwear thrown against the wall.

"...wasn't a dream."

My mind whirled with all that had occurred last night. Most importantly, it zeroed in on one thing. Pleasure. Letting my instincts guide me to draw out something that I had never experienced. A forbidden fruit for those born a man. The well that is the female body. The enduring pleasures it can provide which was an experience I should have never been able to taste. And I had liked... no... loved it. I had masturbated a few times while I was still a human guy, sure, but that always culminated in one explosive burst followed by some euphoric clarity. This, though. This, the pleasures of the female form, was an entirely different beast. It endured. It created a loop of thirst and release that was beyond anything I'd ever experienced.

Then there was the burning desire I had to be Lexie. Sure, as my human self I would certainly be attracted to her, but these urges that I now had. It was alarming how intense a desire like that could overwhelm me. I knew it was wrong to crave someone's life like that, but the only way I could think to stop these burning desires was to follow through with it. That was today's goal.

Getting out of bed energized and fueled with purpose, I went about Sherry's morning routine before classes.

A refreshing morning jog along the same route where I'd first run into Sherry was first on the day. The burn from exercise felt wonderful, and I loved having the time to do so. She wasn't as quick as I was when I played football, but she had certainly achieved a fit form.

Next was a relaxing shower where I couldn't help but explore the body I was in a bit more. After last night, reservations on feeling up my current form were out the window. Rubbing my soapy breasts really made me appreciate the female form more as I gently moaned in the steamy shower. Any syrupy leaks from feeling myself up were washed away with the rest of the grime.

After drying off and going through Sherry's minimal makeup routine, I went about picking out an outfit I liked. A navy blue, off the shoulder shirt with a pair of white capris and a pair of comfy tennis shoes.

Finally tying my hair in a ponytail, I smiled at my reflection, and Sherry smiled back. I felt happy to be in her skin, but there was something that lingered in the recesses of my mind that I couldn't shake. A part of me that Sherry couldn't bury for me. I was still upset about the announcement of the plant's closure. I couldn't shake the depressing feeling of knowing how powerless I was in it all.

"Hopefully Lexie can help me feel better."

I didn't know if I was merely trying to appease my urges, or if that statement came from them trying to appease me. That monster that turned me must have known I'd feel this way. It knew I'd feel good escaping the miserable fate before me. But I had to know, if it had these powers, why did it follow through with things? Was it inevitable? Did it even care? And what was it about me that deemed me worthy to be turned?

With questions whirling in my head, I left Sherry's apartment. Cranking up her little Geo and rolling down my window, I enjoyed the morning drive. The cool air brushing against the skin I was in was lovely to say the least. I pulled out a granola bar I'd packed and nibbled on that as I went along. Trees whirred past as I cruised on into town, and to my first day of college.