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Chapter 4 by goblinlover goblinlover

Should I go or should I stay?

Stay

I decide to heed the government notice. If my boss fires me she'll have to deal with the government not just me. Even if I did go to my exes apartment I doubt she'd let me in....our breakup wasn't exactly friendly after I caught her with one of my best friends without his pants on. She claimed she didn't know why he was pants-less and that she'd never cheat on me. My friend said he and her had been cheating on me for the last month and he was sorry he didn't tell me sooner. Our friendship ended there along with my relationship with my girlfriend.

I make breakfast using some of my eggs and some heavily frozen bacon I found. Normally most of the meals I make are simple and I burn the bacon a little bit. My shirt got some grease stains on it and when I take it off I notice my chest seems to be developing small manboobs, probably because I haven't left the house in three days and before that for a week I haven't been exercising at all. I strip down and find a video saved on my laptop from one of my exes' yoga workouts. For the rest of the day I workout religiously only being broken out by feelings of hunger or a need to masturbate. My fantasies are no longer of me fucking my ex but of me being pinned down by my former bestfriend as I moan. It's dark by the time I break from this cycle and wander off to bed.

For the first time since the lockdown I didn't wake up with morning wood. When I went to pee I noticed instead it's normal 6 inches it seemed only 3 inches. When I went to brush my teeth I my face seemed to have no masculine features, but didn't seem feminine. My hair once only coming to my ears now came down to my shoulders. My chest once flat would now fit into a training bra. My exercise routine seemed to work at I now had a hourglass shape with girlish hips and a cute little toned fanny which I give a wiggle sending a giggle through me......I start to wonder what is going on when a knock at the door breaks me from thoughts. I find myself skipping yo the door and my hand hovers over the knob as I realize I'm not wearing clothes.

Whose at my Door

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