"Arise...arise sleeping maiden..." Barry slowly parted his eyelids, attempting not to cringe at the onslaught of light that pierced through.He felt hard, rough timber beneath his torso and felt a cold gust of wind that made his body shiver from head to toe. Still groggy, he tried to prop up his elbows and heave himself from the floor to observe his surroundings.
He was correct in assuming that he was sitting on timber; the whole room he was in was a delapadated oak structure with frail columns and holes where termites had cheek through. It seemed that no one had lived in this house for a while now as it seemed run down and uncared for. There was an overwhelming stench that crawled through Barry's nose that compelled him to gag. He saw a rickety old table near to him and shuffled to it, looking for a means to lever himself upwards. After a quick struggle to squirm over to the table, Barry placed a hand on the table to steady himself- a dainty, manicured hand that seemed completely alien to him.
"SQUEAL!" Barry yelped as he snatched his hand away and searched for the knuckle hair that he had grown accustomed to. He frantically moved his hands across his body, shifting his focus from his hands to his new curves and muscular limbs to his silky, raven mane. 'It wasn't a dream...' he silently sobbed as he realised he really HAD been transformed into a woman. 'How the hell did this happen? I was just messing with that... I need to find out what's going on.'
He once again reached for the table and heaved himself up. He momentarily suffered vertigo as he stood up as he slowly got his bearings. He tried to walk forward but tripped a loose floorboard and slammed straight back to the ground, slap bang onto his gelatinous breasts. 'Nearly forgot about my new attachments,'he thought to himself,'I've got to get used to these new throw pillows.' He stopped for a second to poke one then reminded himself that he had a job to do.
After rising a third time, Barry had grown semi-comfortable of his new form, walking a bit more staable than his last two trips. The only thing that annoyed him was that he seemed to have naturally developed a feminine strut that he had to forcibly correct himself not to do. Suddenly Barry smelt something coming from a room that was presumably the kitchen, an enticing aroma that led him to investigate.
Ripping a loose plank from a crumbling wall, Barry traced the scent, slowly tiptoeing towards the door opening. '3,2,1!' He kicked the door open, makeshift weapon brandished only to find...
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