Asuka

Asuka woke up the next morning groggy, slightly dazed. After turning off his alarm he sat up in bed to try and take in his surroundings and last memories.

“Hmm… was I asleep?” He thought. “Then getting **** by Sonobe was just a dream.”

Relief washed over him momentarily. He wanted to thank the gods for his luck. It was such an awful nightmare, especially for feeling so real. But slowly, reality sunk in.

This bedroom wasn’t like his. The walls were painted pink in the bottom half and a soft white on the top and ceiling. New girly decorations and plushies sat around on his desk, window sill, and hung from the walls.

“Who’s room is this? Was it Rui’s? No…”

He looked down at himself, his eyes landing on a pair of incredibly dainty manicured hands. “Eh? Are these… my hands?”

His voice was shrill, obviously feminine. He clasped his hands around his throat. “Wh-what’s wrong with my voice?”

He noticed something heavy on his chest pressed against his forearms. His hands traveled down nervously, landing suddenly on a pair of massive breasts, well past the size any girl his age should have. But that wasn’t the scary thing. “This can’t be… these are… boobs!?”

Asuka shot out of bed as his heart raced. He stood in front of a full length mirror next to the dresser. His reflection…

Wasn’t him.

It was a girl, much shorter than he was, lacking any muscle even considering her baggy pajamas. A round ass was concealed slightly by matching striped leisure shorts, and a loose comfy t-shirt tented over her massive chest.

“No way… is this me?”

He reached down to his crotch, trying to find evidence this was a dream, but his penis wasn’t there. His crotch was completely flat.

“It’s not there… then being **** by Sonobe wasn’t a dream either… still, for my body to change this much overnight…”

The bedroom door opened, and his mother walked in to check on the commotion he was making. “You’re up Asuka?”

“Mom?” Asuka asked confused. “You can tell it’s me? And… since you’re here it means… this is my room?”

“What are you talking about? Of course it is. Hurry up and get dressed. You’re gonna be late. Silly girl.” She giggled, closing the door on her seemingly obvious daughter.

Asuka… didn’t feel like he had a choice. With no real idea what was happening, or even how,s he decided the best she could do was get dressed. Her muscles took over incredibly easily, taking off her pajamas and putting them away like she knew where everything in this version of his bedroom was.

Completely naked, she stood in front of the mirror. Her bare breasts, pussy, and ass in front of her, it was impossible to deny it.

Looks like I’ve really become a girl. Mom’s reaction made it seem like I’ve always been one.

She walked back to the dresser, and pulled a pair of pink panties out of the top draw. She put them on without any fuss or second thoughts. Then she reached in and grabbed a pair of dark nylon stockings, rolling them up her smooth contoured legs without pause or consideration.

Both my room and clothes are girl’s things now.

She reached into the top drawer and pulled out a matching pink bra. She did manage to break his muscle memory enough to look at the size of this. It was an impressive 94(I) cup. And they were light too! There wasn’t any pain in her back from this massive rack. But the fact there were more much smaller ones stuffed in the back completely escaped her.

Still what the heck’s with these boobs?

She reached into the bottom drawer to fetch out a uniform pleated skirt, one with a measurement of 90. She pulled it up her legs and clasped it around her significantly wider hips.

I can’t believe I could change this much in one night… but the time being I should probably go to school.

She put on school blazer and kerchief, making sure everything was perfect before moving onto his hair and makeup.

I need to make Sonobe turn me back into a man. And there may be someone who remembers that I’m a man.

With a brush of lipstick, the pinning in of some cute earrings, she was all set.