... you feel your cheek pressed against some soft, cushy fabric. Several confusing seconds pass before you understand that you had fainted. Betty's blonde-streaked bangs tickle your eyebrows, and her breasts are pressed against what must be her living room couch. "I'm still Betty," you think, too tired to start hyperventilating again. Still, you're scared, terrified that Betty's boyfriend (you assume he's her boyfriend) is still there, waiting for round two. You push yourself into a standing position, intending to run toward the nearest door leading outside. If you can get back to your old house, maybe something else will happen that will turn you back into a boy. There's no reason that anything like that would happen, but at least it's something to hope for.
"Are you doing OK?"
You shriek, louder than you meant to, and fall back against the backrest, smacking your head against the wood rim. Stars explode inside your head. The world stretches and spin. It feels for a moment like you're about to faint again, but someone shakes you back to your senses. You look up at the human shape that slowly shifts back into focus. It's...
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