A life sized Barbie

It is an unsettling feeling to look into a mirror and not see yourself. There is no trace of the square-jawed young man that normally greets you when you shave every morning. Instead, you stare into a pair of wide blue eyes set in a beautiful heart-shaped face. The face strikes a delicate balance between sweet and sultry with its small slightly upturned nose and full pouting lips. The naked woman in the mirror shakes her head as if denying what she sees and golden blonde hair tumbles past her shoulders to brush the top of some of the largest breasts you've ever seen. Your gaze lingers on the implausibly huge firm tits before slowly being drawn further down. Smooth tanned skin covers her toned belly. A narrow waist flaring into wide hips and soft thighs and between those thighs, an inviting gap leading to a clean-shaven pussy.

Her beauty is flawless to the point of being unnatural. If it wasn't for the fact that she was moving you might mistake her for a doll rather than a human being.

"Wait, that's me?" you ask, the impossible truth of your situation finally dawning on you "No it can't be, this a trick, special effects, make-up and a rubber suit, right?"

Your stubborn skepticism, while understandable, seems to irritate the Professor. He responds by grabbing your breasts and squeezing hard enough to make you yelp.

"Fuck!" you squeak "I felt that, I can feel your hand on my... on my tits!"

The rough fondling shatters any lingering hope that this might be an illusion of some kind. There is no doubt in your mind that you really are in a woman’s body now. Questions crowd into your mind. Questions like, how? And why? But the most important question that forces its way to the front of the queue is...