You face another day in this body

Your mind wakes up before your eyes are open.

What a bizarre dream. You say inside your head.

You recall this wildest dream about being morphed into this pregnant chick by someone pretending to be Zoe, then having to run away only to fall into this guy's trap and be fucked silly by him.

But when you open your eyes and feel your senses slowly return to you, you're unpleasantly surprised to find out that what happened wasn't a dream.

"Shit." You hear yourself curse in your girly voice as you wake up not as Lucas, the smartass guy living an easy life under your parents roof, but as Luca, the poor soon-to-be teenage mom who had her pussy plowed last night.

Speaking of plowed pussy, you grunt at how sore it feels between your legs. The same could be observed for, what you guess it must be, your nipples. That guy was really rough with you last night.

You pull your blanket away and almost startle yourself when you feel the crisp air against your bare body, your bloated belly especially. Oh yeah, that's right. You did not bother to put on some clothes after what happened the night before. The naked sight of yourself stuns you for a brief moment.

Waking up to this sight every morning is going to prove a difficult challenge.

Hopefully, not for long. You mentally say.

A heavy weight hanging from your chest, in the form of your plentiful bosom, and from your stomach, in the form of your pregnant belly, you sit on the edge of the bed. You're embarrassed by the strong smell of sex and milk that exudes from you. The slimy feeling between your legs as you stand up serves as another reminder of your first fuck in this body. Shaking your head, you decide that the best course of action should be getting rid of this stench with a shower.

You open the wardrobe carefully (you still ain't sure if this thing is about to break down or not) and luckily manage to find a towel you could use to dry yourself. You open your bag and grab one of the boxers and large shirts you packed with you.

With your bare feet touching the floor, you quickly cross the corridor and get inside the bathroom which is opposite of your room. You don't want to even entertain the chance of running into Nathan naked. As if to further make yourself sure, you lock the door behind you.

Stepping inside the shower, you hope to god that it at least runs hot water.

You are pleasantly surprised when the liquid touches your smooth skin. It seems that for once, every since this whole madness started, your prayers have been answered.

It's amazing how something so simple can be so relaxing. You didn't even know how tense you were until after a couple seconds. You notice a feeling of release between your legs as another warm liquid runs down them. You're peeing yourself.

Grunting and not sure if it's common for girls to pee in the shower, you suppose the situation isn't the worst. As impossible as it sounds, you have to learn to control this new bladder.

Eventually you grab the cheap looking soap and start to clean yourself. Your armpits, under your breasts, and especially your pussy, as you reach around your pregnant belly to clean it. It still feels all strange to you, yet you think it's best to start familiarizing yourself with it in order to at least be able to perform simple tasks.

You put some shampoo on your head and start rubbing. Having so much hair is also a novelty and you find it annoying how much it gets on your way.

At last, you finish your shower. Stepping outside of it, you feel a much cleaner man. You almost yelp in surprise when you feel the baby inside you give a kick.

Erm, a much cleaner woman, technically.

"Satisfied?" You ask it out loud after humiliatingly correcting yourself. The lack of kicks that follows indicates a positive response.

After drying yourself, you get inside the clothes you've set aside. The grey boxer shorts and the large white shirt.