"Amber Gunns." You say the name from the mirror, as you swing you legs from under the sheets. Not ready to face the world, you slide out the opposite side from the nurse. Tossing your mane of hair, you feel it reach all the way down to your ass. A weird ticklish sensation, as a guy it never even reached to touch your shoulders.
"Amber Gunns." You repeat, trying to imprint in your own memory to make it your identity. A sing song voice feels natural, more memorable.
Behind you the nurse repeats it, echoing your tone.
"Amber Gunns."
"Amber Gunns with the amazing buns." she giggles.
Hands snap to your waist, you feel the width of your hips, the enormous swell of your ass. You want to cry, a woman only a few moments, and already obsessing that your ass is too big. Your hair flies, as your head whirls around to face the nurse. Her expression shifting from joy to horror as she reads your expression, your upset.
Rushing to your side, she hugs you, murmuring apologies and comfort as she clutches you close. The scent of her filling your nostrils.
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