Tati Evans

Adrian’s dreams were vivid and full of color yet oddly stressful. As he groggily awoke, he recognized that he had sweat through the sheets.

‘Damn it,’ he thought, another chore I’ll have to take care of. As he rolled on his side, he felt an odd weight shift across his chest, placing pressure on his back.

“What the hell…” Adrian groaned out, hearing a feminine slightly Southern voice. “Wait who is that?” he called out again. And again only hearing a woman’s voice echoing his questions. Reaching for the light, Adrian’s eyes took a few moments to adjust as he scanned the room before his peripheral vision gave it away. Slowly, his gaze fell down to his own chest.

Tits! He jumped out the bed and darted towards his mirror. The image that greeted him was entirely unfamiliar.

Gone was the lean 5’11 Hispanic male, replaced a curvy 5’6 woman with large tits. Panic surged as he realized the truth: “I’m a woman,” Adrian whispered in horror, afraid to speak any louder lest Cole hear. Adrian’s mind raced with questions, chief among them, how did this happen? “I have to…” his voice trailed off, still unaccustomed to how his voice now sounded.

‘I have to talk to Cole,’ Adrian decided. Cole’s a scientist, technically, he should be able to help. With that decided, Adrian headed for the door before realizing, “I’m still naked,” Adrian muttered aloud. Scanning the room, he found some boxer briefs, sweat-shorts and a random band tee. As he slipped the fresh underwear on, the empty space in Adrian’s groin became apparent. Hiking them up to make up the difference, Adrian’s new pussy lips bristled against the rough texture of the underwear. Muddling through getting dressed, Adrian’s t-shirt also gave some issues as the shirt was tight against his new chest. Taking a deep breath, Adrian headed toward Cole’s room.