I woke up.
It felt strange.
I was all of a greasy sweat.
It was similar to the peculiar feeling
when you fall into a doze in the midsummer
daytime.
I was sure I slept in bed. Surely in
the night.
It didn’t matter much.
I tried moving my body to get up.
A feeling of wrongness was running through
my body like electricity.
What was that?
I tried to shake my head slowly from
side to side.
The ceiling moved following my head’s
movement.
Simultaneously something coiled around
my head.
The cold was falling down through my
back.
No, I was totally in despair as if I
would be falling into the bottomless pit.
I gathered my courage to raise my bust.
The blanket was removed.
"Boy!"
Actually there was barely a voice. But
I am confident that by giving a voiceless
scream I unconsciously tried to weaken the
shock as much as possible.
I did not see my loose male body, very
familiar to me.
Instead, I found ample breasts and pinched-in
waist like an ant. There was no male symbol
below them.
"Ah … Aaahhhh …"
I tried to touch something coiling around
my head … to be exact, my hair by far longer
than it used to be.
Touching the hair made my hand and scalp
understand that it was mine.
"…! ..."
Then I stared at my hands.
I only found hands of smooth beautiful
skin, instead of hairy ones, which I could
not believe my eyes.
Now I got sure what happened to me.
I looked down at my body again.
Having swallowed, I touched my breasts
only to confirm they were mine, no-one else’s.
After that, I touched my whole body part
after part on and on.
I did not lose my self-control so much
as expected.
Still, I have to admit that actually
I had been helplessly upset in anxiety.
This room was mine without doubt, and
so was this bed.
But I was now a woman.
It was confirmed in mirror.
I was not sure how I looked to other
people.
Neither did I think I looked very plain,
nor so stunningly beautiful. Anyway, I was
not so calm that I wondered how I looked.
I was at a loss how to live from tomorrow
on.
I had been living a life as a man and
had a lot of knowledge till now. Human relations
so far, as well. I even wondered if I could
live any longer as I was.
Naked in bed, I held my head in my hands
in despair.
My now beautiful long hair hanging down,
a fragrant scent flew to my nostril with
tickle.
Scent of a shampoo!
Anyway, I had to wear something, first
of all.
But there were only men’s wear and underwear
in my drawers.
As usual, I selected some clothes and
put them on as they were. Not mentioning
a bra, I didn’t feel it necessary to put
on panties.
" …"
Looking down at my own female body covered
with a thin-cloth T-shirt, I got panicked
into speechlessness. No, I didn’t but just
freaked out.
My nipples appeared in outline through
the T-shirt.
It was unacceptable to me at all; much
the same as naked. No, some persons may think
it much more indecent than naked.
But I don’t have any bras…
Thinking so, an idea hit me. Then I opened
a drawer.
Yes!
My love, whom I was getting along with,
had been keeping her underwear there.
I had the heart to search there for it.
Some moments later I found out a pretty
little bra.
" …"
Must I wear it? Really?
Does it have enough room for mine?
It was rude of me to say that, but can
I put it on?
I gave up and tried to take my T-shirt
off, but fount it difficult to do that because
it caught my breasts, which I thought considerably
big.
The pink color of the bra, together with
its decoration, was showing me its womanliness
more than enough.
I asked myself whether wearing it would
mean my surrender and admitting to the event
happening to me.
My heart did not even beat fast. However,
I came to realize very well that it might
mean “going over some uncertain line” to
put a bra on my ample breasts while I still
thought I was a man.
I dared to attach it to my body.
"........"
The sensual feeling of its fitness stunned
me to death. The sense of being pressed made
me perceive that sense organs exist all over
the unfamiliar swellings. After all, somehow
I felt it very comfortable.
I had difficulty in hooking up the bra
at the rear by myself.
Many times I tried to put it on in vain
or out of shape.
One time I even attempted to pass my
head and shoulders through the bra after
connecting its hook and key, having to give
up due to largeness of the breasts.
"Phew…"
At long last I won the struggle with
it and fell prone to my bead.
My body crushed the breasts.
"Oops!"
A woman wearing men’s shorts and a bra
raised herself reflexively.
At length this time my heart beat fast.
Hey! … I am now a real woman?
Then I try to softly touch the breasts
through the bra.
Then I heard.
Somebody began to knock on my door.
I was so astonished that I almost sprang
up.
As you may have guessed, the doorbell
of my room in the apartment had been out
of order.
But things did not permit me to answer
the door by any means.
I must ignore.
Not being answered, a paper’s salesman
or someone similar would leave there.
However, the knock went on.
Who the hell is it? It is so early in
the morning!
Then the knock ceased.
Did the visitor leave? No, it didn’t.
Oh dear! It began to unlock the door by inserting
a key, not waiting for anything!
It has a key for my door!?
Too late.
The next moment the door was opened.
"Are you still sleeping? Gosh!"
It was her.
She was also so surprised that she had
to be standing still without saying anything.
"No, uhhh, this is … ehhhh…"
I blundered out an excuse.
"This morning I woke up and found
myself in this way. It’s f-----g true!"
She was still being stupefied.
"To be sure, this bra is yours,
but I don’t have anything else to wear…"
"…you?"
I could only get the last part of her
words. Is she angry?
"Very sorry! I apologize on bended
knees!"
"Who the hell are you? Eh?"
"Heh?"
"How could you get in my boyfriend’s
room? What the hell are you?"
"Come on! It’s me."
"And you’re as good as naked. Did
you sleep with him?"
"Bullshit! You’re f-----g beside
the mark!"
However, I was too voluptuous a woman
in underwear to persuade an angry girl.
"I-I’ll never forgive you … for
this!"
She attacked me.
"Eeek! D-don’t come! It’s just
me!"
It was nothing but a grapple. I came
to learn the unbelievable power of a woman
in frenzy. There was, so-called, a "cat-fight"
with disheveled hair going on in my room.
We were both exhausted. Then, to my extreme
surprise, she fetched a knife from the kitchen.
"Well, you’re so good-looking and
he’s such a playboy..."
She had a glazed look in her eyes.
"N-no, you don’t. You’re too wise
to do that."
I stepped back.
"Bitch! You’re always talking like
a man, aren’t you? It’s probably your way
to tempt a lot of men into your room?"
What nonsense! But she seemed too angry
to listen to my words. I tried to desperately
find out an escape route in vain. I was in
the dead end.
Giving a strange scream, she dashed for
me.
An unpleasant noise was heard from my
stomach when the knife was plunged there.
"Gwahhhh!"
I had such an acute pain that my eyes
did see the flash.
A great deal of blood was flowing out
on the floor. Like an echo I heard loud laughter
of the woman who had been out of her mind.
I woke up and kicked up the comforter.
I felt as if my heart got out through
my mouth.
It was dark in my room. In the still
of the darkness, my hard breathing was echoed.
"Just a nightmare…"
I gave the words unconsciously.
Sunk all over in relief, I gave a sigh.
Greasy sweat now felt rather comfort…
It felt strange.
I touched the breast and felt it kind
of soft.
Half in a panic, I turned the lights
on.
Looking down at my own body, I saw ample
breasts, a pinched-in waist and large buttocks.
"Ah … aaaahhhhh …"
I looked at my bed.
There was an unfamiliar man sleeping
naked there.
A scream spread all over the room.
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