Zack yawned as he crossed the threshold at the front door. Heading straight to bed, his legs felt leaden as he trudged up to his bedroom. The lethargy was fighting how horny he felt. Taunting all those insecure bimbos had made him horny. Imagining them neurotically reassuring one another that they were each perfect and brilliant.
Zack climbed atop his bed, too exhausted to undress, or even climb into bed. He was asleep as his head hit the pillow. Erotic dreams tormented him... inspired him. A parade of women strutting down a catwalk.
There was something vaguely familiar about their faces. While they looked androgynous, Zack smirked in his sleep recognising the faintest of outlines from shaving each day.
It didn't please him, as he moaned in his sleep. Yet, she continued to walk up and down the catwalk. With each time she strode past him, she was more perfect... more womanly... and unashamedly proud of her looks... she beamed at Zack as the sole audience for this display.
The similarity eased as her make-up became lusher, her features more feminine. She was the epitome of a sultry minx when she finally stopped walking. Turning to face Zack, she seized his head, pulling him closer, and planting a lingering kiss on him. "Wake Up, Zoe!" she commanded when their lips parted. His whole face tingled, until he awoke with a start.
Zoe woke to a very different bedroom. The memories of having been Zack were all she had. While everything she saw and felt contradicted everything she thought she knew.
The enormous bust swung heavily beneath her as she rested on hands and knees. Swaying like udders that needed milking. Zack never had them! Behind her an intimidating ass put that bust to shame. Her hips were impossibly wide, two or three times wider than Zack's had been. She hated the lingerie that clung so tightly, disappearing between those ass cheeks. They left no doubt that she was every inch a woman.
Blinking in blank confusion, Zoe caught her reflection. She was blessed with those same nightmare lips, that promised one thing to any man with a pulse and the slightest of imaginations.
The slutty make-up, too long lashes, and wide innocent eyes demanded she be treated as the bimbo she appeared to be!
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