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You fall asleep to that thought.

***

You awaken up the next morning, the sun streaming through the windows, and the room smelling faintly of sex.

It takes you a moment to remember where and who you are. “Oh shit,” you’re still in the game. Still female, still racking up days!

You roll over, groaning, feeling stupid at your lack of self restraint. You lay there, conscious of your large breasts and lack of your familiar male equipment. You generally feel lacking. Lacking a cock between your legs. You don’t have a morning wood but you are still waking up aroused thinking of sex.

You won’t make it through today without multiple orgasms. “Fuck me,” you mutter.

You exhale and sit up, the white tee swaying as it outlines your breasts and your boyshorts sticking to your crotch. The reality of your situation is hitting like a ton of bricks.

Ezra has laid out an outfit on the bed, and it's definitely not the usual attire for Bruce. It's a short, tight black dress that you know will accentuate your curves in ways that make you blush just looking at it. The lingerie underneath is even more provocative, a lacy black thong and a push-up bra that you know will lifts your breasts almost to your chin. You sigh, resigning yourself to another day in this body.

Still, you can't keep going like this. You need to find a way out of this mess before you lose all sense of who you are. The mall had an x-change pharmacy right? They sold pink pills, there was a New U machine and other treatments. Nothing to reverse a pink pill though.

“God damn it…” you’re swearing too much.

You make your way back to the bathroom, feeling the need to wash off the scent of last night's sex. You strip and climb into the shower, letting the hot water cascade down your body, washing away the sweat and the scent of last nights arousal.

You scrub at your skin, trying to clean away the memories of the bar, of John's cock inside you, of Ivy's dominance. It's all so overwhelming. You lean against the shower wall, letting the water pound against your back. Surely there was a resersal pill you could use?

You turn off the water and step out, wrapping a towel around your body. You look at yourself in the mirror, and you don't even recognize the person staring back at you. Bree. She’s not you. But then again neither is Bruce. Your hand moves to your face, tracing the soft feminine curves and the delicate features that aren’t your own. You’re gorgeous but you miss the familiarity of your male body

Ezra knocks on the door. "Miss Bree, your breakfast is ready. And there's a delivery at the front door."

You wrap the towel tighter around your body and step out of the bathroom.