You can't tell how long you were out. But, the breeze you can feel is icy, and makes your chest ache. You guess that's a Michigan wind. Other sensations crash over you, as you race towards properly waking.
Your chest is a lot more sensitive, a lot more mobile. You groan, as the details of your disguise resurface. The nurse made you a woman. Hell! Even your groan sounds softer and sweeter.
The unfamiliar, but unmistakable feeling of lingerie encases your body. The frills tease and tickle your skin. The straps and lace tell you that you're wearing suspenders.
Sitting up, the quilt falls aside, and you swing your legs out of bed. The floor is chilly, too. But, it's the heavy, alien sway of your bust, that demands your attention. Surely, it's just the foreign sensation that makes it feel too big.
Blinking your eyes into focus, you gawp in horror at the sight in the full length mirror. As you see a woman sitting on the edge of a bed there. Half of you want to apologise to her, for surprising her. While the other half is still gibbering madly, that that's you in the mirror.
You're certainly gorgeous. Though you'd prefer a more average look. A decision you were happy to ignore before the injection seems incredibly important now.... now it's too late.
You're blessed with tits you know will bounce, and sway with every step you take. Draw eyes from any male with a pulse, and a few curious women too. Your face is dishearteningly beautiful too. Cursed with lips that scream 'cock-sucker' at a deafening volume.
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