To get laid

"Ugh, fine," you say still convinced this is some kind of figment "I wish I was in Trudy Meirs' bed having the best sex of my life instead of out in the heat talking to imaginary turtles."

The air crackles with energy, like dry lightning before a summer storm. Then, the world blurs around you and you find yourself laying in a soft bed looking up at a white ceiling. Something heavy shifts in the bed next to you and a man leans into your field of vision.

"Oh, Trudy" he sighs, brushing a strand of long blonde hair out of your face "You are so beautiful. I can hardly believe we are really going to do this."

You are so utterly confused by this you don't even know where to start.

Where are you?

How did you get here?

Who is this guy?

Wait, did he just call you Trudy?

Just as you are starting to gather your thoughts he derails them again by grabbing your soft full breast and squeezing it gently.

Your senses are bombarded with strange new sensations as your new body responds to the man's touch. It is too much to take in all at once but there is no mistaking the soft heavy weight of breast on your chest or the smooth sensitivity of your nearly hairless skin.

"Holy shit!" you scream inside your head "I have tits. That fucking turtle turned me into a girl!"

The man leans in to kiss you, his mouth pressing firmly against your soft lips and you hear yourself moan in his embrace.