Liam awoke the next morning and stretched his arms out, feeling like there were more kinks then usual. It was when he yawned that the first day of the rest of his new life started. “What the Hell?” he asked the empty room at the funny way his voice sounded. He sounded like a girl. A quick look in the mirror of his room revealed why; he was a girl!”
“Oh my FUCKING God!” he screamed making every body in his building take notice, despite the exceptionally thick walls.
Scrambling out of bed her tripped and fell, his face smacking the bottom of the mirror. Unsteadily he looked again to see quite the mature woman’s face staring back, and despite her age the woman was quite attractive. “I fucking look like Emmylou Harris!” Liam yelled. He backed away and fell back onto his bed, where he laid for a long, long time a he came to grips with his new appearance.
Eventually a phone call brought Liam out from his self-induced coma, “Hello?”
“Uh, is Liam there? This is his friend Latisha,” came the voice on the other end of the phone. Latisha was the sexiest black girl Liam had ever met, and the fact that she was form England and had the accent drove him nuts. He had been blessed to sick his balls in her a few times, but right now he wasn’t thinking about that.
“He’s not here, I’ll tell him you called.”
“He’s not there? He told me to come over this morning for breakfast,” Latisha said becoming suspicious at who this woman was. “And who are you? And why are you there is Liam-!” Liam hung up, not really caring about Latisha right at this moment, he was just thinking about how much he wanted his penis back.
It was another few hours before Liam meandered out to his couch draped in his bed sheet. He slumped down and put on his TV. He tried to lose himself in just the inanity of reality TV. It was during this time that Liam tried to run his head to mush that he suddenly felt a little better. “What the Hell is that?” he said looking down below his sheet. Liam was shocked to see his hand slowly playing with his new vagina. He pulkled his hand away in horror at what he had been doing, and told himself, “I don’t want to do this, I don’t want do this, I don’t want to do this, I don’t want to do this, I want to do this. Oh God I want to do this,” he cried a little as he lowered his hand back down. It took a little while and many tears but he was able to stroke himself into orgasm relatively easy, leaving him a panting mess. “What next?” Liam asked when a pounding on the door began.
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