Leaping out of bed, wondering who'd been reading your stuff. Afraid that someone was watching who knew your identity. It was meant to be anonymous! You wanted to rail against the SOB, who'd done this to you!
Hoping against hope that it was a prank, you claw at your bust trying to rip away what had to be set of breast forms. But, it feels too warm, to real for you to force the issue. Not sure that it's not a worse idea, you discover what has to be a gaff beneath your peach pink underwear.
Again it feels too real for you to risk hurting yourself. It certainly seems to bobble and bounce realistically. The weight at your shoulders, and the extra heft at your hips are unfamiliar, but disturbing beyond belief.
Cautiously you tug at your hair, hoping that it'll pull away, revealing a skull-cap, or your own more cropped style. But, you feel the pain in your scalp, it's certainly rooted deep.
Heading to a nearby mirror, you examine your reflection. Hoping to spot seams, or some clue that this is an illusion. To snap yourself out of this nightmare, and wake in a familiar body.
Your waist worrying too small for any disguise, joining together a full bust, and a juicy rump. Even they feel horrifying to see them, to think of them in those terms. The face entirely unfamiliar looks back at you with terror in her eyes. Her throat bobs as you swallow nervously. Her hands quake as you feel them.
Looking around, you try to work out what's going on! To find out what's happened and if you can reverse this... this nightmare.
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