Wake up, of course.

You slowly come to your senses through a dreamless sleep. You sluggishly move your limbs under the comforting feel of clean linen sheets and a fluffy pillow. Light filters in through the edges of the drawn curtains and you feel the weight of one of your breasts pulling on your chest. You continue to lay on your side, staring at the clock on the end table. It's 11 AM.

You **** yourself up, sore and groggy and slip out of bed. It was going to take some time to get used to using your new musculature in an elegant way. Your steps were clunky and it felt like you were being bobbed side to side with the extra fat mass exactly where they weren't before. You could see not having a bra was going to become a problem. The bouncing of your breasts was somewhat disconcerting.

It made you feel ****, as you knew with what obsession you had stared at women's covertly as a man. That combined with the fact that you were considerably weaker as a woman bothered you a great deal. You recalled how powerless at the hands of even a marginally muscular man.

You put your only change of clothes back on, a painful symbol of your profound shift in existence, got into your new replacement vehicle, and drove toward the nearest fast food joint.

You walked into the building and toward the counter to get your double bacon cheeseburger with fries and a shake you could see that everyone in the restaurant was eyeballing your body. You remembered this look from when you were a man, they were all drinking you in. It made you uncomfortable and you fidgeted in line. A couple of men lined up behind you, you could feel their eyes on your ass.

After what seemed like an eternity you placed your order with a teenage boy that seemed dumbstruck by you. You were really hungry so you ordered the biggest meal you could think of. "I'd like a bacon double cheeseburger with large fries and a large chocolate shake.", you unintentionally said in a seductive voice. You were so used to your male voice that you almost unconsciously seemed to try to shift the pitch down automatically.

"Ahhh, ok that will be 14.68.", the young man replied and you paid in cash. One of the men ogling your ass interjected, "damn girl you sure got an appetite, don't you?" Your blood pressure spiked. You turned toward the man and said, trying but failing to come off with a non-flirtatious response that would get this guy away from you: "Well, you know a growing girl's gotta eat."

You then tried to walk off nonchalantly on the other side of the fast food joint where they couldn't see you, near the back. You could feel yourself slightly turned on by the remark the men made while you were sitting down and waiting but tried to ignore it. Why am I so turned on?! I thought women were supposed to have less sex drive than men!

You closed your eyes and breathed deeply. When you opened them the two men were sitting at a table across from you looking directly at you. "Mind if we sit here, gorgeous?", the man that had talked to you before said slyly.

God damn it, they're gonna be hitting on me the entire time I'm here... This is going to get old pretty quick.