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I got up from the floor and, staggering, managed to make it to the bathroom of this house to look at myself in the mirror.

The big surprise was that the person staring back at me was the neighbor from next door!

The last 15 minutes had been a mixture of shock, terror, and disbelief.

She pulled her face, mouth, and cheeks with her long fingers as if it were some kind of mask.

Her long, dark blue painted nails gently scratched my ebony skin, reaffirming the reality that this was me.

The look of bewilderment reflected in the mirror would be extremely funny if it weren't me living my own crazy Friday.

My mind was in chaos. I had discovered a small bump on my neck that, upon closer inspection, blended in with my skin.

I could barely react and realize what was happening.

“The helmet did this...” I said in front of the mirror as I understood why the strange helmet had such a useless design.

With so many years of consuming all kinds of fiction and fanfics, I understood almost instantly what was happening.

“A helmet and a remote control chip!” I said, half-fascinated.

My first instinct was to run out and take it off my head. If one button turned it on, the other must turn it off, right?

My house was empty at the moment, so it would be easy to go in and take it off.

But a thought crossed my mind.

How would I explain this situation to my neighbor when she suddenly found herself in my living room? Would she think I had **** her somehow? What if she screamed?

I took a minute to think about what to do, sitting in her living room.

The answer to get out of this situation was more obvious than I expected.

If the helmet was causing this, it must have some kind of range.

I lived next door to my neighbor, so if I ran far enough, I should be able to get out of this situation.

The more I analyzed this idea in my mind, the calmer I became. Obviously, it couldn't have an unlimited range, right?

I let out a soft sigh of relief as I sank into the armchair with that thought in mind. I put my hand on my chest in an attempt to calm my heartbeat.

Between long breaths, the senses of this body invaded me.

The softness and sensitivity of her skin, her long jet-black hair tickling the center of my back, and the undeniably large friends pressed against her chest that I was trying to ignore.

They all felt so similar and yet so different that I felt overwhelmed.

Getting up from the chair, I went back to the mirror. The natural movement of my large hips and small waist made me feel like a queen bee.

The sensation of the inside of my thighs rubbing together felt quite strange, after all, there is usually something there...

Once in front of the mirror, that black bomb reappeared in front of me. With my nerves under control, I could see the opportunity in front of me.

My gaze traveled over my new figure from head to toe. I was beautiful... very beautiful.

Fascinated by my body, my hands unconsciously began to wander over my arms while my gaze fixed on her bust.

A funny thought popped into my mind.

“This is my body now, isn't it?” I tried to shake off the idea that was forming in my head as immoral...

But after all, I was a man, and a virgin man at that. And if I could get away with it without causing her any harm, a few glances wouldn't hurt anyone...

My hands moved down to her chest and pulled down the neckline of her long-sleeved shirt, quickly exposing her heavy bust. And after struggling and removing her bra, her large pigmented nipples stared back at me in a state of semi-erection.

Her large areolas caused a gasp of surprise. And my restless hands couldn't help but want to touch them.

The thought that this was wrong faded further and further into the recesses of my mind

while the idea of being in some kind of porn began to tickle my stomach.

I stood there stunned, looking at them for a while until the itch in my hands couldn't take it anymore.

I started to knead them with my hands in a somewhat clumsy way, trying to emulate those internet videos.

Although at first, when I cupped them, I didn't feel much difference from when I was a man, but with the visual stimulation and the disconnection from my head, that began to change.

Little by little, a slight electric current began to travel down my spine. Brief tingles from my belly began to ignite this body.

I continued cupping them in a trance-like state, trying different things I had seen in videos.

Pressing them from below with my whole palm gave a different sensation to tracing the outline of my areolas, and when I pulled them, the sensation of pain and slight pleasure mixing together was quite novel.

The wetness on my thighs was undeniable, and my belly burned with desire.

Any doubts about what I was about to do were quickly dispelled. I ran back to the living room, my breasts bouncing wildly, and threw myself onto the sofa.

The sound of my back hitting the sofa echoed loudly throughout the room as my hand shot down to my crotch.

My clumsy hands wandered over my stolen vagina while with the other I sucked on my big milkers.

The excitement of discovering female pleasure overcame any moral burden.

Just as I touched my clitoris, a shock ran through my body, making me shudder slightly.

Oh yes, this is going to be good.