Your head felt incredibly foggy. Slowly, you could make out the general shapes of people in the room. It looked as though you were in your hotel room. What were you doing here? You were having trouble remembering any recent events. As your eyes continued to focus, you recognized your best friend, Mike. The other man, was shorter in stature. His hair was graying and seemed to have a distinguished air about him despite his rather unkempt appearance. Both of them were eying you with some concern.
"Mike...?" you croaked. Your mouth was dry and your voice sounded funny in your ears.
"Hey, Don," he replied, obviously making a concerted effort to appear positive. "How are you feeling?"
"I think this is the worst hangover I've ever had," you joked, weakly. "Who's this?" you asked, indicating the man standing beside him.
Stepping forward the man said, "My name is Dr. George Prescott and I'm a neurosurgeon."
"Okay..."
Nervously, the two exchanged glances before Mike said, "Um, Don, what's the last thing you remember?"
Wracking your brain, you replied, "We were at that hotel in Macau, I think. Um, the meeting had just finished up with the Chinese investors."
"Go on," he urged.
"We were drinking a lot..." You strained to remember. "They insisted on picking up girls and... and... I don't know, Mike. I honestly can't remember anymore." You tried clearing your throat. "Why does my voice sound so strange?"
Mike moved closer and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Buddy, I don't know how to tell you this, so bare with me and try to keep calm, okay?" Immediately, your senses were racing. What had happened? Were you paralyzed? Had you lost a limb? "So, you were right. The clients we were courting took us out on the town to seal the deal. Everyone had a lot to drink and one of them wanted to go pick up some girls. Neither of us was too keen on buying prostitutes, but we needed to make nice with our new friends. We were in a cab when there was an accident. Some truck plowed right into your side and you were hurt. Hurt really bad. One of the girls died. It didn't look like you were going to make it. Everyone else vacated and it didn't look like help was going to make it in time." He cleared his throat, visibly becoming uncomfortable with what he was about to say. "We were lucky that Dr. Prescott just happened to be walking by."
"So, you saved my life, Doctor?" you said, gratefully.
"In a manner of speaking, yes."
You furrowed your brow. "What do you mean?"
"To be forthright, Mr. Eggers, you didn't. At least, your not your body. Your mind, on the other hand, is still very much alive." While Mike cringed, the good doctor was comparatively chipper. "I've spent the last several years developing a rather, um, shall we say, controversial procedure. Your rather dire circumstances provided me to test it. I'm very proud to say that based on the evidence I've observed so far, it seems to be a success."
You felt confused and afraid by the doctor's statements. Mike's anguished expression served only to heighten your fear. "Oh god... W-w-what did you do?"
"Well, when your friend explained the series of events leading up to this point, he mentioned that one of the girls in the car had died." You nodded an understanding. "Again, this was not entirely true. The poor girl suffered from an aneurysm brought on by the shock of the car. A pity, to be sure. However," he continued, a twinkle in his eye, "her loss is your gain, my friend."
"Y-y-you put my brain in her body, didn't you?" you stammered, hoping against hope that you were wrong.
"That isn't exactly how I would describe what I've done. Something like that would be needlessly complicated. However, in layman's terms, that is it, essentially."
Your fear seemed to dissipate. Likely, you were in a state of shock, your harsh new reality was simply too much to take in one moment. What happens next seemed like the likely question to ask, but instead you merely raised your hand to your face. It was small and feminine, with dainty digits, and attached to a lithe forearm. Each finger was topped with a finely manicured nail extending just short of an inch from your fingertip. The tint of your skin was evenly toned, with a slightly "yellow" hue.
"I'm Asian now?"
"Chinese, specifically," said the doctor. "The girl's name was Xue Li. No surname. There are some complications regarding where we go with this next, Mr. Eggers. I'll leave Mike to explain the details. I'll be back this afternoon to check on your progress." Prescott turned and left without another word.
"Fuck, Don. I'm so sorry..."
You looked back at your friend sympathetically. "Mike, I'm just relieved to be alive."
"Ha. You seem to be taking this rather well, buddy."
You nodded. "I think it's just a bit overwhelming to consider, especially when I haven't even seen myself. I'm sure once the shock of it wears off, I know I'm going to lose my shit."
He smiled warmly at you. "Well, when the shit hits the fan, I've got your back. No matter what."
"Thanks, bud." You moved to sit up and for the first time became aware of a jiggling sensation on your chest. "Holy shit, I've got tits," you said, matter of factly. The sheet slipped past them, revealing a pair of well shaped, moderately large breasts. You could only stare in disbelief, a mild sense of horror descending upon on. You were curious to touch them, but afraid that actually making contact would somehow make them more real. Suddenly, you felt the need for a mirror. From your head to your toes, you now inhabited a completely different body. It frightened you to think that there would be a stranger's face looking back at you, but your desire to know outweighed it.
With some effort, you managed to pull back the covers and slide your legs over the side of the bed, realizing in the process that you were completely naked. It was a strange feeling. You felt detached in some way, almost as if you were watching someone else's body go through the motions instead of making them yourself.
"Do you think you could give me a hand to the bathroom?" you asked Mike. Your friend was making a valiant effort to not stare and had turned a deep shade of crimson.
"Um, sure thing," he said nervously. "Uh, do you want me to find you something to wear?"
"Well, maybe after. Kinda defeats the purpose of seeing what I look like for the moment," you pointed out. "Look, you aren't going to get all weird on me now, are you?"
"What? No! Of course not," Mike assured.
"Dude, you can look at me. I don't even feel like this body is mine. It's not a big deal."
"I-I just don't want you to think I'm a creep or anything."
You thought for a moment. "Tell you what. If it becomes a problem, I'll let you know. I'm going to need your help and it's going to be hard to do that if you can't even look at me. Besides, I've been naked around you plenty of times."
"And none of those times have you been a naked woman," he pointed out.
"Touche. Now, help me up." Taking you by the arm, he slowly guided you out of bed. Standing next to him, you realized how diminutive your new frame must be. Mike was above average height, a little over 6 feet tall. You guessed that he was nearly a foot taller than you now. As the two of you moved to the bathroom, you could feel a gentle tug on your chest as your breasts bounced unconstrained. Similarly, your legs felt uncoordinated. Your hips felt decidedly uncomfortable.
Upon reaching your destination, you took a deep breath and closed your eyes as you stepped across the threshold. When you opened them, you recognized the girl immediately.
"Shit," you said, the soft timber of your voice not reflecting the deep dissatisfaction you found with your new appearance. "Shit. Shitshitshitshitshit." This was the girl that had been hanging all over Mike. Far from unattractive, Xue Li was even more gorgeous naked than you had imagined the night you saw her fully clothed.
Free from makeup, her face was plain, but beautiful. A delicate chin, perfectly kissable lips, nice cheekbones, and dark, almond shaped eyes. Her hair was shoulder length and shade of light brown, though the roots of her hair betrayed a natural black color. As suspected, her breasts were large, though not disproportionate. They were topped by lightly colored nipples and what appeared to be a raised areola. Her frame was rather slim, tapering to tiny waist. Comparatively, her lower half was thicker. Wide hips, well muscled thighs, and a surprisingly large ass. As you turned in a profile and poked at it, you could see Mike become increasingly uncomfortable. You had noticed your pubic mound was covered in a slight back stubble. Apparently she shaved... you thought. You could see the hint of pink of her Xue Li's sex running down between her legs. It was unreal to imagine you now possessed a vagina. Sparing your friend your curiosity, you waited to explore that another time.
Though it was undeniable that Xue Li was a beautiful woman, you hated that she had bequeathed her beauty to you. You frowned. "Why couldn't I have still been a man."
"I know, man. I know," said Mike. "Weren't a lot of choices exactly."
Trying to not let yourself dwell, you switched subjects. "So what was the doc talking about exactly? There's more that I don't know?"
Frowning himself, Mike replied. "Yeah, Don. Yeah. Why don't we go sit down."
Mike guided you back into the room and onto the bed. He rummaged through some luggage before turning and tossing you a t-shirt. I was huge! As you turned it over in your hands, you recognized it as one of your own. Pulling it on, it was tent-like on your new frame. Taking at seat beside you, Mike said...
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