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You stretched and yawned, barely able to open your eyes as you woke up. You forced yourself to get up from your bed, still quite sleepy. While making your way towards the bathroom, you felt an uncomfortable sensation on your legs and groin, feeling as if something tight was hugging those parts, especially the latter with your morning wood it much worse.

You splashed water onto your face to finish waking up. Things took a strange turn when you saw yourself in the mirror, noticing that you had some sort of legwear, very weird considering you slept completely naked. Upon zooming out and straightening your back, you found yourself even more confused than before. You were wearing a pair of very lewd and feminine fishnet leggings!

You stood there confused, frozen in place while attempting to give the slutty piece of clothing a reasonable explanation, despite being none. You then looked down and felt the texture of unfamiliar fabric. For some reason, you didn’t make an effort to remove the leggings; in fact, something within you said that you didn’t need to.

After a minute of your hands caressing your lower-half, you looked at yourself in the mirror again and noticed a new detail: Your eyes. They looked very feminine with their thick eyelashes and eyeliner. You gasped in shock as you saw your lips thicken and become glossy in real time, soon followed by the rest of your face shifting towards a much more womanly appearance.

You asked yourself why was this happening, touching your soft and make-up-filled face. You seemingly ignored the fact that your hair was growing at an impossible rate, flowing down almost all the way down your flat ass… That was normal, right? Why were you worrying about the beautiful mane you had always had?

You were still very confused, but that confusion was starting to manifest in a different way. Your body shrunk down drastically, losing a ton of its muscle and strength; nonetheless, you weren’t concerned about that, you were instead asking yourself about why your face felt odd. Maybe you did something different with your make-up? You couldn’t pin point why it felt out of the ordinary.

A girly moan escaped your cock-sucking lips, an intense sensation focusing on your chest before expanding forwards into a pair of female breasts. You gasped in shock at the sight of two mounds of flesh growing right under your perky nipples. Your dainty hands cupped the small tits, feeling their great sensitivity and being unable to control yourself because of that, continuing to moan in your new feminine voice.

Fat continued piling up on your bosom, the modest B-cups quickly doubling in size, your hands were soon unable to fully cup them. Looking down, you saw your expanding bust form a significant amount of cleavage, also feeling a significant shift in gravity as the milkers grew much heavier. You were so focused on your big bouncy chest that you hadn’t noticed the long glossy nails on your fingers.

“Why am I not wearing a bra?” you asked yourself as your boobs reached their final G-cup size. You weren’t shocked at the fact that a pair of giant titties had sprung out of your chest out of nowhere, instead you were asking yourself about what they were doing without any support; after all, you were a woman, right? Or… were you?

You looked in the mirror again, confused yet again. Your top-half had become very feminine while your lower-half was very masculine. You didn’t know what was supposed to be off, just thinking about it made your head hurt. Were you a man? A woman? Were you transforming? If so, from what and into what? You were so close to figuring it out but still couldn’t put two and two together.

Well, you had a fat pair of tits and you were wearing fishnets, surely that meant that the bulge between your legs and the thin thighs were the odd things here. You had forgotten that the leggings would be the very thing that started this bewilderment.

You stared at your erect shaft, you were getting turned on by it, a warm sensation manifested around your crotch. You weren’t turned on by the idea of having a penis though, instead you thought it belonged inside your mouth, not yours specifically either, just any big, veiny, throbbing cock. The thought of that alone drove you crazy, moaning softly while stimulating your large nipples in an attempt to satisfy your sudden lust.

You thought about being on your knees and sucking a big juicy dick, although that implied you liked men… Which… you did like them, right? Some of that confusion came back as you swore you were only into women, quickly shrugging off the thought, thinking that perhaps you were just bisexual. During all this, you were oblivious to the fact that your penis and your testicles had faded away, a clitoris and a tight wet pussy taking their place.

In your state of lust, you moved your hands towards the new womanhood. It didn’t feel wrong or odd to not have your 5-inch dick or the two testis hanging right below it, it felt natural to insert your fingers into the wet orifice that was your new vagina.

Your masturbation session was elevated as your thighs and ass heated up, soon having their own expansion. Your thighs thickened to twice their initial width, your hips would do the same thing, looking perfect for bringing life into this world, and then there was your big fat bubble butt that jiggled with ease.

Any remaining confusion and concern you had would soon be wiped away, the pleasure you felt in your new female form melting your brain and altering your thoughts. You weren’t a man, you even giggled at the fact that you were confused about whether or not you were ever one at some point. It also became clear that you only had a thing for men, especially those who were muscular and tall, bonus points if they had a huge cock that they could use to fuck your pussy with.

After a few minutes, you reached climax, moaning loudly as your vagina squirted out its fluids in between your jiggly thighs and onto the bathroom’s floor. Regaining composure, you looked in the mirror again, this time, everything felt right. You were as pretty as ever, the hourglass figure you had developed throughout puberty and into adulthood was there, and your libido was higher than ever before.

“Oh my God!” you shouted in a sassy womanly voice, finally realizing why you had spent so much time confused. Clearly, it was because you were missing something, and that wasn’t your manhood or anything like that, instead that ‘something’ was the date you were supposed to have in an hour from now. It was easy to forget with your dumb bimbo brain, being filled with thoughts of men you already got fucked by, as well as all the other men you were eager to meet up and have them rearrange your insides.

Other than that, you thought for a little longer as you grabbed a skimpy bikini top to hold your jiggling bosom, one from the feminine wardrobe you were certain you always had. After that, you thought there was nothing else to note here, this was just another ordinary day, another day where you take as much dick as you can and continued your search for a sugar daddy to own you and take care of you, just like the dumb slut you’ve always been.