My new life as ... - part 1

- What is the just a fuck up ?!

I squeaked in my new voice, looking at the reflection in the mirror. I leaned closer to the mirror to get a better look at this reflection, feeling how my breasts hung like a heavy weight dangling from side to side, and unruly strands of hair tickled my shoulders and back and it was impossible to ignore. In addition, it seemed to me that I no longer speak English and the words from my mouth were somehow different.

I didn't know where I was and why I ended up in the body of this woman and it scared me. It didn't feel like a dream, it was all too realistic. Everything seemed alien to me. Already now I hated my new sensations, especially the trembling of the breasts and how sensitive those nipples were. A minute ago, I literally barely touched them with my fingers and suddenly felt a surge of strange emotions, similar to arousal, feeling my crotch heating up.

I was still in a state of shock. A few minutes ago I woke up from an alarm clock. It immediately seemed strange to me that the melody was different and I started looking for the phone in the usual place from the furniture - to the left of the bedside table. But my hand rested against the wall, and the phone was in a completely different direction.

Grumbled something in a whisper, I turned on my side and opened my eyes and began to look for the source of the sound. It was a terrible disgusting tune and I soon realized why. The alarm phone was a very cheap button model without a touchscreen. Turning off the alarm, I already realized that I was not at home and that something was not at all the same as usual.

It was a small room. From the furniture there was a small wardrobe with a built-in mirror, which stood a meter from the double bed. A small bedside table with a small lamp barely fit between the wardrobe and the bed against the wall. On the other side, the bed was adjacent to the wall with a window, and if you looked directly, you could see the door. It was a really small room that was very different from my bedroom in a luxury apartment in central London.

In addition, turning and reaching for the phone, I found that something was touching my bare shoulders and tickling them and something seemed to be pulling my chest.

Finally realizing this all and holding the phone in my hands, I instantly woke up. Squinting my eyes, I could hardly believe that I was holding the phone with my own hands. All my life I had big hairy hands, and now I saw in front of me small hands with long fingers with a neat manicure.

Thinking that this was someone's stupid joke and already cursing those who did this to me, I lifted my upper body. To do this, I had to apply effort with one hand, and with the other I tried to remove what was tickling my shoulders.

There was definitely something wrong in the chest area. I still felt this strange feeling of pulling my skin in the chest area and was convinced of my incredible assumptions, when the blanket lingered a little in the chest area, hooked on something and gradually sank down.

I froze for a few seconds, feeling the blanket on my chest and watching it go down on my ... tits! Still holding my hair with my other hand, I pulled it out in front of me, feeling the pain, as if someone were pulling the hair out of my head. I was holding a bunch of long black hair in my hands and saw definitely female boobs on my chest.

Turning my head, I saw in the mirror a surprised, shocked woman who was looking at me still not realizing that it was my reflection.