Wake up

Laying in the hammock I wake up not quite opening my eyes yet feeling a bit strange, my head still swirling with the dream in my mind, thinking that short woman would be quite a hot slut, maybe once I get the cash for this job I can find one and take her out for a dinner and try my luck as I am never one to hire hookers or the like. Reminding myself of the task at hand I decide to get up and get going.

I finally open my eyes the sun streaming through a hole in the jungle canopy my eyes are blocked by some black hair.. black hair ?

What is going on here? I sit straight up but instead of hitting the bug netting like I think I should I don’t even come close. Then I feel a weight on my chest shift and I look down, its ..they .. are breasts with .. wait .. breasts ?

I have to be dreaming! I pinch myself on one of these new breasts and yea it hurts, more than I expected. I start to panic, looking around to check the area I set up my camp , it appears undisturbed apart from what i did what I had set up. I work my way out of the hammock trying to get control of my thoughts , the dream , it couldn’t be real , magic and curses can’t be real can they ? As I stand up I feel the different center of gravity and then realize I am much shorter maybe about 5ft tall, and there is no bulge in my shorts but they are tight, for an entirely different reason.

I start to pace , debating on what I can do , I could go back , but then they would know I stole all this stuff.

I could go on to my room , and see if I cant find a way to fix this via some old books or something.

I could chuck all this stuff and just book it back to my place and try to find a way back home and to turn back.