This choice: Harrison locked the door • Go Back...Chapter #7Harrison locked the door by: Hawkcam   Harrison plunged his sausage into your tight little pussy, and the next thing you knew, you were making out with him as he fucked you. Between the drugs this body was clearly under the influence of, and the pleasure of being penetrated by a man’s dick, your mind was on cloud 9, and you eventually passed out.
You slowly woke up, smiling as you thought about the dream you just had about being a girl and having sex with a man. You were slightly disgusted, but it felt so good that you liked it more than you didn’t.
As you slowly opened your eyes, you felt something was off. If felt as if someone’s arm was around your shoulders. As your mind continued to wake up, you realize you also felt someone beside you. You opened your eyes, and looked over to see Harrison next to you, sleeping soundly. You then looked down at yourself, and saw a female body.
“So it wasn’t a dream.” You had mixed feelings about this realization, but you decided to think about it later. You gently moved out from under Harrison’s arm and the blanket, so you wouldn’t wake him up, and looked around the room. You saw the clothes you had been wearing when you switched into this body, scattered around the room. “Jesus. I can’t believe I did that last night.” You quickly, but quietly, gathered up the female clothes around the room, and put them on. You surprisingly had no difficulty putting on the bra, but you just chalked it up to muscle memory.
Once dressed, you unlocked the door, and stepped out of the room. You started searching the house. “Where is my body? Why didn’t the girl this body belongs to try to stop Harrison from sleeping with her body?” You whispered to yourself.
You searched the house, but couldn’t find your body. Though, there were a few rooms that were locked like the one you woke up in. Eventually, you find someone else who had woken up. It looked like a girl from your class. “Hey. Have you seen Luke?”
“Luke? Why are you looking for him?”
“He...borrowed my MP3 player last night. I wanted to get it back.” You lied.
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