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Mark had always been a bit of an insomniac. He always had trouble both getting to sleep and staying asleep once he was. Lately, it had been getting worse and becoming more of a problem. He felt like a zombie at work and probably looked like one too. None of the classic remedies seemed to work either. He stayed away from caffeine before bed, used a white noise machine, and made sure he was as comfortable as possible. Sleep just never came though.

At his wits' end with the lack of sleep, he began searching around online for anything that could possibly help him. Naturally, the first search results netted him the most gimmicky-looking products. In Mark’s desperate and tired state though, he didn’t care and ordered them all anyway. He opted for express shipping, and although it cost more, he was hoping that it would be worth it to get a decent night's rest. One of the items showed up the very next day. 

Mark opened the cardboard box and looked inside. There were two items inside. One was a normal-enough-looking pink sleep mask. The other was what could only be described as a micro bikini top that matched the same fabric as the sleep mask. In his tired state, he hadn’t really been reading much of what he ordered and figured he must have accidentally ordered the girl-focused variant of this mask. He vaguely remembered it claiming he would have the best sleep of all time or something, but that’s about it. Completely exhausted, he figured now would be as good a time as any to try out the mask. Mark hopped into bed and put the mask over his face.

The fabric was soft and pleasant feeling on his face. It was also somewhat fragrant, smelling of lilac and vanilla. As Mark lay there, he began to doubt if the mask would change his sleep at all, but before he could even finish that line of thinking, he was fast asleep. Mark started to have wild dreams. This was odd because Mark rarely ever had dreams of any kind. In the dream, he saw himself in a mirror. He was staring intensely at himself, but the more he looked, the more his body seemed to warp and change. It was as if the mirror was distorting him like a funhouse mirror might, but instead of making him short or fat, it was making him look… more feminine. He couldn't look away as he watched his frame grow heavy tits and an ass that could be seen even from the front. Every time he blinked, which happened to be slowly as if he was in a trance, his face would change slightly. After a few minutes, Mark no longer recognized the woman who stared back at him.

Mark started to wake up. The bed was so much softer and more comfortable than it had been before though. It was as if there was a weighted blanket hugging Mark's chest. It was pleasant, and for the first time ever, Mark actually had to force himself to get up. Getting up felt like it took great effort though, as Mark’s new tits resisted the motion upward. Peeling the face mask off, Mark’s suspicion was confirmed. The dream hadn’t been just a dream after all. It had been real, at least in some part. Mark was now an incredibly busty woman. She felt her soft, pillowy tits, and her eyes instantly began to droop again. They were so comfortable and cozy. Not only had the mask worked like a charm; Mark now knew what the bikini top was for. Time to get some more zzz’s, Mark thought, falling back into bed.