Figure it out.

You recoiled against the headboard, the black silk stockings you were wearing sliding on the sheets, bunching them up as you kicked yourself backwards. The figure sitting before you looked at you, horror etched across its face, at least the part that wasn’t covered by the white mask. Trembling, you wiped the jizz from your cheek with the back of your hand and looked down at yourself. You could feel it all over you, warm and sticky against the tones flesh of your flat stomach and the new perfectly shaped globes of your chest. In a daze, you paused to stare at your hands. They were smaller now, the fingers thinner and topped with well-manicured nails that were painted a dark green. You studied them for a moment, your mouth open in disbelief, before turning your attention back to…the rest of yourself.

There he was, kneeling at the foot of the bed. By now the thing that used to be you had let go of his rapidly deflating manhood and was running its hands over its chest, as if searching for something that wasn’t there.

“H-h-how?” The figure said in a voice that used to be your own, though it sounded distorted hearing it from this side of your mouth. The man in front of you squinted his eyes as he looked at you. “A-a-are you in there?” It said again, extending a hand in your direction.

“No!” you screamed as you jumped out of bed, your feet sliding across the hardwood floor as you ran for the bathroom. “Stay away from me!” You added, your voice cracking and high-pitched as you slammed the door behind you.

“Honey, don’t! It’s me! Mellie!” You heard as you turned the lock.

You had to get a handle on this, you thought to himself as you braced yourself on the pedestal sink with you delicate, feminine hands. Slowly you looked up, brushing the long, curly black hair out of your face and looked into the mirror. Staring back at you were the same emerald eyes that you had looked into a hundred times, losing yourself in them even as you wondering what was going on behind them. Now you didn’t need to wonder. Your hair was matted in spots from the sex and the aftermath and the stuffed fabric crown hung skewed to one side, held in by a lone bobby-pin. Scowling, you grabbed it and ripped at it, taking a good chunk of hair with it. “Ow!” You exclaimed as you tossed it into a corner, a look of disgust on your face.

That was when the tears had come, causing the already smeared mascara you were wearing to run down your cheeks. Your knees still felt weak, and you were vaguely aware of a dull soreness in your crotch, but you couldn’t tell if those sensations were from the sudden transformation, or if they were simply the product of being somehow inside the body of a woman who had just been well and thoroughly fucked. Looking down, you saw the two mounds of flesh, which you would have considered beautiful at any other time, covered with your own smeared essence, and started to gag.

You reached for a towel and started to clean yourself off. Everything seemed so much bigger than before, so familiar, yet unfamiliar at the same time. It was your change in perspective. As you sat on the toilet trying to scrub the rapidly cooling seed from your body, you heard the sound of someone moving in the next room. You held your breath as you heard the floor creak outside the door.

“Honey?” Your voice said. “Honey…it’s me Mellie… I mean…I mean I think it’s me. It doesn’t look like me but….” There was a short pause as the door handle jiggled. “Honey are you alright? I don’t know what’s going on! I’m scared!”