This choice: You wake with a cute snort. • Go Back...Chapter #5You wake with a cute snort. by: Mr. George  You don't remember much of the night before, but the hangover makes the memory worse. Groaning, you don't sound right. The pitch too soft, and your throat aching.
"Morning." Sandy's voice rings out. You tug the duvet higher, but looking around you can't see her.
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Heart pounding you look around the room for your friends. Spotting neither Jim nor Jack.
"You've nothing to hide." Sandy's voice amused and light. "Well, nothing I haven't seen before."
As you wake fully, the oddness takes on a sharper focus. Casting the duvet aside, the problem is revealed.
"Contratulations, Jon. It's a girl." You gawp in horrified fascination at the body revealed. You are a girl. Hell! With that bust you're a woman. The swimsuit you slept in leaves no doubt about your new sex.
You still grope and grasp, hoping to find some illusion you can shatter, or allow you to wake from this nightmare. Instead, you only confirm what you're seeing. You feel those too wide, too sensitive nipples that thrust against the fabric of your outfit. You felt ... it. No trace of your manhood could be hidden by that tight, clinging material.
"Well, I think I'll call you Joanna, now." The mockery clear in her voice. "Oh, and that body came from your own imagination and fantasy. So... enjoy."
Leaping from the bed, you feel your bust throw you off balance. Your heavier fuller rump meaning you stumble to adjust.
Steadying yourself, you cautiously stand. Taking in the gorgeous beauty in the room mirror. She's blessed with a mortifyingly extreme figure.
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Joanne: Jon no more
You want to pluck the straps that plunge deep into your ass crack.
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The sounds from the adjoining rooms tells you that your friends have woken to the same surprise.
Crashing through the door from Jack's room, you spot an incredible exotic beauty.
"Pwease, tell me this isn't weal." she begs with a bad lisp.
"Jack?" you cautiously ask. She's clearly on her last stressed nerve. She nods mortified, "Jon?" she asks reaching out a quaking hand in your direction. You give the same tight nod. Racing towards one another you share the hug you both need. Feeling your new bodies press against one another. Just another reminder of your new bodies.
"Well, really it's Joanna, and Jacqueline, now." Sandy's voice cuts through your pleasure at being reunited.
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Jacqueline: Jack no more
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The handle on the opposite side rattles in place. But the door refuses to open. "Slowly, Jim. We're all in the same boat." you call through the door.
"Who's that?" a terrified feminine voice calls from Jim's room.
"Jon." you answer, "And Jack." your friend adds.
The silence extends, as Jim weighs up the unfamiliar voices. This time, the handle descends slowly, and you hear the lock disengage. The door opens a crack, and the transformed Jim enters.
Despite wearing your own shameful fantasies, you're caught off guard by the figure who strides into your room.
"May I present, Jill."
She stumbles as she enters, startled by the sourceless mockery of Sandy's voice.
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Jill: Jack no more
Her hips piston, and roll. They have to given the width of her hips, and the fullness of her ass. Sandy's laughter chasing Jill into joining your group hug, and huddle.
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