Sam was exhausted after the long day, at the funeral. The borrowed dark suit didn't fit quite right, and the weather was hot and sticky. He hadn't really know his uncle that well. He felt sure he'd have recognised him in the street, but he was part of the family he just didn't know that well.
Returning home, he'd fallen asleep on the sofa. Too tired to head to bed, he'd vaguely grumbled, as the rest of the family retired for the night. A soft moan being his only protest as the light was switched off in the living room.
Sam's dreams were filled with unsettling images, and terrifying situations that he couldn't escape.
He woke with a start, and stumbled around the room. Bashing his shins on the low table before reaching the light switch. Blinking he read the clock on the wall, it was 2:07 am.
Stretching, and thinking of his sore spine, the thought of his own bed was enticing. Absently rubbing at his eyes, the cuffs of the jacket brushed his face.
The damned jacket wasn't that bad a fit, or so he thought. His half-asleep eyes weren't focusing properly, but his hand looked swamped by the sleeve, smaller than it should have been. Shrugging his shoulders, didn't help, with even more of his hand disappearing into the sleeve.
There was also the odd shifting he'd felt as he'd shrugged, he smiled distractedly, he really needed his sleep, hell, his fingers looked like they had nails.
Not just nails, but polished nails... like a girl would have. As he looked more intently, even his hands looked smoother too. "Nah..." he muttered to himself, "That's impossible."
But even as he spoke, his voice sounded higher, sweeter.
As he headed back towards the door, he caught his reflection in the dead screen of the TV.
He looked Asian,... he looked like an Asian girl. Nah, surely it was just the tiredness, and the baggy shirt hanging funny in the light.
Patting the shirt flat, Sam found she had a bust.... A sensitive one, too. Cautiously, his hands approached again, cupping his petite chest, he felt the fullness, the softness, undeniably he had a bust, small but absolutely real. He snatched his hands away, as he felt his nipples stiffen, crinkling tightly at the touch.
Then a second thought occurred, Sam's hands leaped to his trousers. Patting feverishly at his crotch, he found his body was... was fully female.
Wrenching the tie loose, and pulling it aside. Still fighting the mounting evidence. His... Her? fingers shook too much to unbutton the shirt, it took all his strength to rip it open.
Sam blinked slowly, swallowed loudly, and had his first real, first-hand experience of an attractive cleavage. The stiff nipples were hers. All the evidence shouted it loudly, their size, their location, his every touch confirming she was now a woman.
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