The sunlight filters through the window and I feel myself waking up; the sheets feel so comfy against my skin. I open my eyes and my vision strains against the blinding sunlight. Lazily I rub the sleep from my eyes. Something feels weird, but I probably just slept in the wrong position or something. I pull back the covers to get up. And in an instant I realise why my body feels strange.
Its not my body! Where previously there were sharp, masculine edges I now see soft, feminine curves. In place of muscular pectorals, my chest now sports two perky tits. And then, down there, nestled between my slender thighs, I realise I can no longer feel the comforting presence of my cock. My crotch is covered by panties but I don't need to look to know that it's gone.
I scream.
The sound is piercing and girly and shrill. I scream until my voice quivers and I feel a bit better. "What the hell happened to me?" I muse. "Why the hell am I a girl?"
Feeling more awake and alert, I start to examine my surroundings. I appear to be in a hotel room of some kind but there's nothing that gives me any clue as to what happened or why I'm here.
I look down at my body. My very naked, very female body. Big, perky tits; a toned, narrow waist; a flat crotch...
It feels weird to think of them as mine. There's something disconcerting about being in a body that's not your own and I couldn't shake the feeling.
My tits. I try putting the words together in my mind. They sound strange and unusual.
My body. That one is more familiar.
My female body. Female. My mind catches on the word. Female. The word represents a change, a fundamental shift in what I am. I find my hand drifting down to my crotch, gently caressing the soft mound that lies beneath my panties.
My pussy. Strangely that doesn't sound strange at all. The very real, very tangible feelings coming from my pussy make having a pussy feel like the most natural thing in the world. My pussy. My soft sensitive pussy. I can barely remember what it's like to have a dick. This feels so normal it's difficult to imagine something different.
Instinctively I grab my left tit and start to squeeze, teasing the erect nipple with my fingers. It feels so fucking good to play with my tits. My tits. The words seemed to slot together smoothly, as if they were meant for one another. My tits. It's difficult to imagine myself without them, difficult to imagine myself as a man.
Female. The word drifts through my mind again, as if trying to find something to latch onto. The sensations from my pussy are getting more intense.
Female body? Yes I have a female body but that's somehow not what it's looking for.
Female mind? I'm definitely making different associations in my mind but that's not it either.
And then it hits me: Female orgasm.
And then it hits me.
My body, explodes with sensation. Wave upon wave of delicious ecstasy floods my nervous system, overriding my thoughts and my senses. I can practically feel the last vestiges of masculinity being washed away by this all-consuming, all-powerful feminine force. I lie back, and revel in the glorious pleasure as I wonder what is to come.
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"Test subject 15 has been a success. The subject's brain wave pattern is showing up as fully female, and the brain chemistry is showing immense satisfaction with her new body and gender."
"It appears that focussing the changes around sexual pleasure was the key after all. I think just a few more small tweaks and we'll be ready to move onto the mass testing phase..."