You realized why you were so damned horny

You stood in front of the mirror, naked, staring intently at the sight in front of you. You’d seen a lot of pictures of naked women on the internet, of course, but you’d never actually been with a real, live, naked woman.

What’s more, this real live naked woman was absolutely perfect in every way. You were absolutely perfect in every way. Your red hair was short and delightfully curly. The freckles on your face and your arms were cute and alluring.

And your body!

Damn, if it wasn’t perfect.

Your tits were a perfect C-cup, large and full without a hint of sag, standing out impressively from your chest with nipples standing at attention, angled slightly upwards to make the breasts appear as though they defied gravity.

You had a slender body, with an incredibly thin waist and a delicious flare in the hips to emphasize that you were all woman, while at the same time being thin, athletic and incredibly fit. There was just a hint of muscle rippling beneath that soft skin that looked like delicate porcelain, belying your athletic nature.

There was a thin landing strip of fiery red pubic hair left to emphasize that you were a true redhead, in case your skin and freckles weren’t enough. It was perched above a glorious looking slit dividing your labia majora enticingly as it disappeared down between your legs.

And then suddenly you realized something. The body you just described to yourself while looking in the mirror was so very familiar to you. It was exactly the way you described Faith, the character in the erotic stories that you and your friend Alex had been writing.

You scanned your body again, looking at every last detail. Everything matched perfectly with the image you always had in your head when describing Faith.

And that made you realize something else. Ever since you woke up as a girl, you had felt almost impossibly horny. It seemed odd to you, because it was a pretty well accepted fact that girls were nowhere near as interested in sex as boys, and yet you felt maybe two or three times hornier than you’d ever felt as a boy.

You had assumed it was just because you were still a boy in your thoughts, and being so intimately connected to all these perfectly formed girl bits was activating all the years of pent up fantasies rattling around inside your head.

But as you realized that you had become Faith, at least in appearance, you realized that there was another explanation. Perhaps you had become Faith in more than just appearance? Perhaps you had taken on all of Faith’s qualities?

Oh shit!

That might be exactly why your mystery caller had warned you that your body was going to be demanding attention soon. You and Alex had written Faith as an incredibly hot redhead with an insatiable sexual appetite. Faith could simply never quench her own sexual desire. It was perfect for your stories, because what teenage boy wouldn’t want to have an incredibly hot girl around that wanted sex even more than they did?

It was at that precise moment that you heard the ding from your phone indicating that you had a text. You pulled up your phone. It was from the number 32479.

What the fuck?

You opened the text. It was the first in the thread, of course. You’d never seen that number before.

32479: Bingo! You’ve figured it out. You have become Faith.

You immediately texted back.

You: Who the fuck is this and how are you doing this? Also, why are you doing this?

32479: Sorry, I can’t answer any of those questions. You wouldn’t understand the answers anyway. Enjoy your time as Faith. Have fun living out the fantasies you created! I’m sure you were always on the other side of them in your head, but maybe this will help you empathize with your lead character.

You: Put me back the way I was! I can’t do this!

32479: Only 47 hours left and you can go back. Just make sure you don’t get any of that pesky sperm up inside your very fertile pussy.

At that moment the doorbell rang.

“Shit!” You said out loud. You’d almost forgotten that Alex was coming over for the weekend.