You Become Gina

You write, "I look just like Gina who delivered the pizza here."

You turn your attention to the mirror as you feel the strange sensation of yourself changing. It happens not instantly, but quickly. You grow taller, mostly because your legs stretch and reshape. You're obviously gaining weight, but it's going to all the right places, your ribs no longer showing as your breasts grow, your pink nipples darkening with your skin to an olive complexion. Your short brown hair practically explodes out of your scalp as it, too, darkens, cascading to your waist.

The woman standing in front of you in the mirror seems to be both a complete stranger and completely familiar. "My name is Gina," you say, watching your full lips form the words, and then "No, my name is Jane."

You run a hand through your silken tresses. You experimentally heft your breasts to feel their weight. You run a hand across your flat stomach. You brush a manicured fingernail across your clit.

Your knees buckle from the sensation.

You're not sure if it's the excitement of the transformation, the fact that you haven't pleasured yourself in over a week, or Allison having given Gina a very healthy libido, but it's not long before you move to the giant bed to get comfortable.

You can feel yourself getting wetter, and notice the faint scent of... blueberries, perhaps? Allison must have given the same "gift" to Gina that she gave herself. You bring your hand up and verify with your tongue -- with the warmth of the fluid, it actually reminds you of blueberry pie.

You move your hand back down, the other one gently tweaking your nipples as you play with your eager pussy. Yes, your -- this body already feels that comfortable.

You come once, twice, three times, four and five, and at last, with the wine and pizza and experimentation, your eyelids droop and sleep arrives quickly.