I don’t know what happened. I remembered last night. Remembered having fun, having a few drinks, after all it was the last night before break.
But I woke up with more than just a hangover. I woke up a different person. Literally.
I’m a girl and I don’t understand it but that’s not even the worst news.
I was supposed to be alone for break, everyone else had gone home for a few weeks and the dorm was supposed to be empty. I could’ve dealt with the dorm being empty, but instead I have to deal with my cocky roommate.
I needed this time to find answers, to hide what had happened to me. Why did I have to become a woman? Why did this have to happen to me? Why couldn’t I resist the growing urges that made me want to throw myself at this hot and handsome man? Did I really need to keep this secret?
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I let my hands explore me, sliding up and over my body, feeling every last crevice of my new and feminine form. The woman in this room, the woman who was me. She sighed and trembled with the slight sensations of pleasure. She stepped backwards as the sensation of being touched overwhelmed her and she fell onto the bed.
A hand slipped between my thighs, fingers deftly and quickly working their way between the lips of my vagina. A digit slipped inside of me, wetness coating my finger as I felt the walls of my sex squeeze around it just as palpably as I felt it enter me.
I was fingering myself.
Before I knew what was happening I had another finger inside of me, plunging in and out of my wet and willing sex as I writhed on the bed and moaned with pleasure.
This body was hot and ready, quivering on a razors edge as I worked myself into a frenzy. I was well over the line and unable to control the sensations growing inside of me.