"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Jim said, in his new feminine voice. Not waiting for an answer from the shocked man, Jim grabbed the bedside lamp and brought it down hard on the guy's head.
He collapsed into unconsciousness with a groan.
Jim ran to the floor-length mirror. He was a sexy brunette, with huge breasts, a fantastic figure, and legs that went on and on. "Wow, I'm hot," he observed. He knew he should be trying to figure out how this happened, and what he could do to switch back, but at that moment he was captivated by the reflection of the gorgeous creature he had become.
He raised his hands and began to caress his breasts, tweaking and playing with their very sensitive nipples. His totally hairless pussy began to lubricate as he experienced the first swellings of female desire. Both nipples stiffened as he continued teasing his new body.
Slowly, one hand reached his clitoris, a hard nub of flesh that was deliciously tingly and aroused. Within seconds he shuddered in the throes of his first female orgasm. It was incredible, much more intense and longer than any he had as a man.
When at last the spasms of pleasure faded, Jim walked with weakened knees to the bedside table. He opened the man's wallet, and found that he was John Deacon, married man of 29. That must mean he was Mrs. Deacon! Jim rifled through John's wallet and took all his cash - about $400.
Next he went to the closet and tried to find an outfit to wear. There were women's clothes in there (luckily), and Jim found that he had the knowledge necessary to dress himself properly. He slipped on a pair of strappy heels and promptly left the unconscious John Deacon to dream on.
Jim didn't know what he should do - was this all a crazy dream? He needed time to think. He jumped into John's car and used the key he had also taken.
Halfway down the drive he noticed he was in a strange town. Using neon signs, he found a hotel and checked in under a fake name.
Once in the room, Jim pondered his situation. He was physically a woman, and mentally it seemed as if he at least had some of the skills and mannerisms of a woman, though he still thought of himself as male.
I wonder if I'm a lesbian or a straight chick. He thought.
There was only one way to find out. He switched on the TV and selected the porn channels, for which he would pay a fee on the hotel bill. He went to the gay channel (showing all men) and a few straight channels.
Quickly, he was aroused again.
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