You wake up sticky and female

You know in a body swap movie when the main character gets switched? There’s almost always that scene where he (or she) wakes-up and spends a few minutes shambling around bumping into things and scratching her (or his) ass. Not really aware of what’s happened until the funny/wacky/horrific (depending on the director's whim) pay off. Then they finally catch sight of their reflection causing comedy double takes/zany pratfalls/hysterical screaming. All this is a terrible cliche but makes sense for a film director. Helping to establish character and set the tone, but this is not a movie.

Consciousness slams into you shocking you back to wakefulness. You feel like you are drowning or being born. like you mind is surfacing from a great depth and your body is nothing more than a piece of driftwood you cling to. You gasp and **** as your limbs flail about refusing to respond to your commands. Terrified you try to cry out but all you manage are guttural noises that hurt your throat.

“Oh god!” you think “I’m dying!”

You lie helpless on the floor waiting to die, but instead, the spasms slowly fade away. Your breathing returns to normal after what feels like a very long time. You are too exhausted to move for several minutes but even as you stare at the ceiling you are becoming aware that things are not quite right.

You feel a weight on your chest, something soft is tickling your face and shoulders and a strange, sort of hollowness between your legs. Eventually, you feel strong enough to try and move. Afraid to sit up you instead lift your hands to your face.

“What the Fuck!” you squeak in shock too stunned by what you see to even notice how high pitched your voice sounds.

Your hands are, they, well there’s no other way to say it, they’ve changed. The big hairy knuckled hands that were pleasuring you moments ago. Replaced by dainty well-manicured digits that clearly belong on a woman. Taking a deep breath you steel yourself to reach down to your chest already knowing what you will find.

“FUCK!” You curse as your hands close on two firm warm mounds of flesh.

You feel the familiar swell of a woman’s breasts. Stranger than that, you experience the brand new sensation of feeling them being held. As weird as it is to be holding your own breast it seems to be causing much stranger and more disturbing signals from between your legs. You let yourself go, struck by the enormity of what’s happened. You close your eyes and lie as still as you can. Taking deep slow breaths you fight back against the hysteria that’s rising inside you. Trying to focus on one thing at a time.

“I need a drink.” You declare to the ceiling.

With slow careful movements, you stand and walk to the kitchen. Hitching up your jeans, you refuse to look down at your altered body. You keep focused on your roommates’ stash of vodka in the fridge. Steadfastly ignoring anything that jingles or sways.

Your hands shaking you knock back a generous a double shot.

“Guh!” You hate vodka especially the cheap crap your roomy buys.

It burns your throat and churns in your stomach but you can feel it doing its job wrapping you in a sort of warm numbing blanket of slightly buzzed calm. Once the drink has taken full effect you feel ready to inspect the damage.

You look down, two large firm breasts are stretching out your cum spattered t-shirt. You are not used to judging from this angle but you’d say they’re at least a D cup. Moving on down. You find your jeans are no longer fastened around your now much slimmer waist. Only your wide hips and plump ass are stopping them falling to the floor. You can’t see your feet or legs lost as they are in what seems like a mile of baggy denim. Your hands start to move towards your fly then freeze. You hesitate, you know what’s in there you can feel it, but somehow it won’t be real until you see it. After a moment fumbling with the button and zip, you are able to drop your pants and boxers to the floor. You bend over to get a closer look only for blonde to hair flop in your face. You push the hair back but then find your boobs getting in the way. It takes some adjusting and an improvised hairband until you manage to get an unobstructed view. You find yourself face to face (so to speak) with a neatly shaven vagina.

“Yup, that’s a pussy alright,” you tell your self as you straighten up.

“And these some huge tits” cupping the heavy orbs on your chest.

“And I sound like a total bimbo. Shit.”

“So jerking off to porn can turn you into a girl here I was thinking going blind was the only thing to worry about.” speaking aloud seems to help keep you calm aided by a second slug of vodka.

“What the fuck do I do now” You ponder your options over a third vodka swaying a little now before reaching a decision.