Sam wakes up (feminisation path)

Sam woke up… The gentle breeze and dappled sunshine of a late spring day gently rousing him from slumber. He felt alive and awake and refreshed. As if he’d just had the most deep and cleansing night’s sleep he’d ever experienced. A leftover effect from the ****, the teen guessed… He’d certainly felt groggy enough as Jen had helped him into the car and driven him home. They’d snuck in the backdoor and tiptoed clumsily up the stairs, his best friend half dragging Sam into the bedroom to dump unceremoniously upon his own bed.

So now, here he was… alone in the late hours of a sunday morning. Filled with excitement at the prospect of seeing if it had worked! If he could now link himself up with all the vastness of the world wide web… with just a thought in that direction. With bated breath he held onto the first word that popped into his head and let it settle into a sort of commanding instruction: ‘Reddit’.

Without a moment’s hesitation… The scrolling front page he knew so well did indeed pop up across his vision, superimposed rather strangely across his still horizontal view of the bedroom. It took a certain amount of strange focus to adjust to that awkward sort of double-vison, but Sam was sure he’d get used to it in time. Meanwhile the teen was mesmerised by the way he could flick from post to post, gif to jpg… just with the tiniest change of thought. It really was just about the coolest thing he could ever have imagined. Lying there, flicking through page after page of… admittedly the same pointless nonsense that there ever was… but without having to even touch a piece of electronic equipment!

So engrossed was the eighteen year old with his new toy… that he remained absolutely motionless in his bed for a good half-hour, unwilling to notice anything else. Eventually however, growing complaints from his bladder began to demand attention. An itch upon his right thigh also needed scratching… before it drove him quite mad with frustration. Sighing internally, the young man dragged his mind away from the depths of the internet’s self-proclaimed front page, and went to move his arm.

Only… the arm in question did not move. His brain was sending all the right signals… but the corresponding action simply did not occur. Had he slept on it funny? Had it gone numb? Sam’s mind raced through possibilities as he tried to lift himself up on the other arm to assess the situation.

That did not occur either. The opposite limb remained exactly where it was, relaxed and immobile. The pure, sudden, sickening terror that he might be paralysed crashed over Sam like a wave. Dark, bottomless fear and roaring guilt at having handed himself over for a botched medical procedure threatened to drown out everything else in an unfathomable surge of inescapable terror!

Except, at that very moment… His body did move. It quite nimbly and lightly threw the covers aside, got up, and stood calmly in the middle of the room. Sam was left disorientated, looking at his pyjama clad form in his own full-length mirror. He looked absolutely normal. His skinny, teenage form as pale and hair as dishevelled as it ever was, first thing after getting up. His point of view was completely normal, the same sights he had seen a thousand-thousand times. Yet the sickening surety that the movements it had taken to get here were not at his own behest… was churning his stomach beyond all belief.