You wake with a start. Faint memories of confinement, of a pod... a rash agreement. You land with a slap. Bare feet meeting the cold floor.
It all comes back to you in a jumble. Annie standing beside you looks supremely in control. Worryingly, you now have to look up to her. Rather than being a head or so taller than her. Other sensations battle for your attention. The shimmying from your chest, the extra chilly air keeps you too aware of the temperature of the room.
But, it's the underwear that clings to your hips, dives between ass cheeks that feel far too round and full. The front leaving no room for your former manhood. She's truly turned you into a woman... Her ideal woman is your best guess.
"Show me the goods..." Her voice containing the hint of a command.
Your arms obey before you can think about it, even understand or process what she said. With a jerk your bust drops free from the brief top pulled into your armpits.
Annie looks resolute, and you feel terrified and confused. Looking around for something comforting, you swallow in whimpering wail that dies in your throat.
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