A female version of himself

Consciousness drifted back to him in gradual wisps of sensation. The scratchy feeling of carpet digging into his back. The warmth of sunlight on bare skin. The unfamiliar weight of something soft and pillow like resting on his chest.

"Uhg!" He groaned, stirring back to life, raising a hand to his aching head.

His hand felt blissfully light once again, like it would float away if he let it. In fact, his whole body felt lighter, and somehow smaller, than he had even before donning the strange suit. Could it be he was free of it?

He scrubbed his hand over his scalp, relieved to find hair instead of smooth latex, but something was wrong. The hair tangling in his fingers was not short and slightly thinning like he was used to but long and luxuriously soft.

A jolt of adrenalin shocked him fully awake, eyes flicking open to focus on his impossibly slender hands that tugged at the shoulder-length hair that now tumbled from his head.

"What the fuck?" He squeaked, his voice sounding odd in his ears.

Sitting up to get a better look at himself, he felt the pillow like weight on his weight shift, but it didn't fall away like he'd expect. Instead, it swung forward as if attached. Brushing the inexplicably long hair from his eyes, he glanced down and...

"What the FUCK!" the squeak became a high girlish scream, "TITS! I, I have TITS!"

Instinctively, he grabbed at the alien flesh on his chest. Squeezing and tugging at them as if he could pull them off.

"Ow!" He yelped as the sensitive mounds protested their rough treatment, "They, they're real? I have real, actual boobs and.... oh no!"

The last part came in a terrified whisper as he looked over the rest of his body, taking in the full extent of his changes. His skinny arms with only a hint of the muscle he'd worked so hard to maintain. The flat stomachache and narrow waist flaring into wide hips and soft thighs, a thick bush where they meet and no sign of his manhood.

With mounting horror, he began to understand what the suit had done to him.

"Holy shit, I'm a woman!"

Hearing it said aloud, especially in his altered voice, made him cringe, but there was no denying the evidence of his own eyes. Scrabbling to his feet, he made his way to the bathroom on unsteady legs. The combination of shock and the unfamiliarity of his new body making him stumble more than once before he was finally able to confront his reflection.

The girl in the mirror, no John corrected himself, the woman, she was definitely a woman.

The woman looked to be about his own age. Her body was in great shape although, her large breasts sagged a little under their own weight, slowly losing the fight with gravity. Fine lines radiating from her eyes and grey streaks in her hair did little to mar her mature beauty.

He watched her delicate features crease into a frown as she lent closer to the mirror. He still looked a little like himself, he decided, enough that someone that knew him well would probably recognise him. Not so much that anyone might mistake him for a man.

Slowly his initial panic subsided replaced by stunned facination as he twisted and turned examining the mature beauty in the mirror with mounting facination. The soft pout of her lips her wide dark eyes.

"Oh god" he sighed "I'm hot!"

The woman in the mirror smiled as if responding to the compliment as John stepped back from the mirror. Obeying his unspoken ccommands she raised her arms above her head and turned around slowly letting him take a good long look. His attention lingered on her swaying tits and her large but still firm behind trying to decide which was her best feature.

Her butt, he decided, such a juicy peach he could just reach out and squeeze it. His reflection obliged, its slender finger sinking into the warm flesh of his new caboose.

A shiver ran through him, his body reponding to the things he was making it do.

"Bend over and spank that fat ass Slut."

His hand raised a stinging palm print on the tender skin and drew a gasping moan from his lips.

"Oh God!" He whimpered feeling his fragile self control slipping again "this feels so real. What the fuck?"

Making an effort to stay calm and allow the rational part of his mind to override the part that wanted to collapse in screaming hysterics, he tried to decide what he should do next.