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I blink, staring at the ceiling. My head feels… weird. Like I just woke up from the deepest sleep of my life, but my brain is full of static.
Something’s wrong.
I sit up, groggy, rubbing my face. My fingers sink into something soft. I pull and long silky strands slip between my fingers. Blonde.
I freeze.
That’s not right. My hair is short and brown. I pull again, harder this time, but the golden locks stay attached. No, no, no…this isn’t….this can’t be…
My heart pounds as I scramble up, only to feel a strange weight on my chest. My arms press against something soft, and…oh god. I look down.
Two round, perky breasts sit right there. On me.
No. I…I don’t…
I grab them instinctively, feeling their shape, their weight, the warmth of my own hands against them. They’re sensitive. Have they always felt like this?
I stand on shaky legs, the room tilting as I rush toward the mirror. I have to see. I have to.
The girl in the reflection is stunning.
She can’t be me.
Long, wavy blonde hair, big blue eyes, soft, kissable lips. Her body is toned and curvy in all the right places, her skin impossibly smooth. She’s wearing a tiny red bikini that barely covers her…my figure.
I lift a shaking hand to my face. The reflection does the same.
That’s me.
No. No, this is wrong. I had brown hair. I was taller. I was a guy.
But if I was so sure, then why… why can’t I remember my own name?
I know I was a guy.
But I press my thighs together and nearly collapse when I feel the horrifying absence between them. I put my hand to the warm, wet slit where a penis should be. It feels so good.
I try to focus, to distract myself from this feeling, but my head feels like mush. My thoughts are sluggish and warm, slipping away the moment I reach for them. Why can’t I think?
I was…I was smart. Right?
I wrap my arms around myself, trying to ground myself, trying to fight back the haze creeping into my thoughts.
This isn’t right.
I’m not supposed to be like this.
Am I?
I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself, but it only makes things worse. My chest rises and falls in a way that feels … natural?
I stare at my reflection, searching for something that will prove this is all some kind of mistake. But as I move, adjusting my stance, shifting my hips, I don’t feel clumsy or awkward. In fact, I move with a kind of effortless grace I don’t remember ever having.
I don’t remember ever walking like this, but somehow, I just know how to sway my hips in a way that draws attention. I don’t remember wearing makeup before, but when I reach for the vanity, my hands move on their own, uncapping a lipstick and applying it with perfect precision. My lips pout instinctively, and…oh god.
I look hot.
No. No, no, no, this isn’t me! I’m not a girl! I’m not supposed to want to look sexy!
But then… why does it feel good?
My eyes flick toward the door. I should be panicking. I should be looking for a way to fix this, to undo whatever the hell happened to me. Instead, I catch myself thinking about going out. About walking through a crowded place, feeling eyes on me.
Not just any eyes. Men’s eyes.
The thought makes my stomach flutter, a strange, electric excitement I don’t understand. My mind flashes with images of strong hands on my waist, warm lips against my neck, deep voices murmuring in my ear.
I shudder, my thighs pressing together. There’s that feeling again. That warm, intoxicating feeling.
No! I…I wasn’t into guys! I was straight! I liked…
But what did I like?
The more I try to remember, the fuzzier it gets. I should be freaking out. I should be trying to fight this.
But, what if I just…lean into it? Just for a little while?
What’s the harm?
Maybe I was wrong. Maybe I’ve always been a hot, sexy woman. Maybe I’ve always desired buff, dominant, Alpha males. Maybe I’ve always wanted to get pounded by their massive dicks over and over and over again.
Yeah, the more I think about it. That seems right.
I must have just been confused.
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Hypnosis Doesn’t Work.
She couldn’t be hypnotized. No person can be. It was totally her decision to get the implants. Sure, she told her boyfriend that she hated the idea but she felt it would make her happier. And she always made fun of blondes. But she just felt the need to dye her hair. Getting her nails done was a waste of time and money. But she got them done anyway.
She told her boyfriend that only whores do anal. But he hasn’t fucked her pussy in months. Big dick sucking lips were something trashy girls had. But she got the injections. Sure. Her boyfriend thought that she’d fall for his stupid hypnosis. But she didn’t. She just wanted to make those changes.
Just like she wanted to start changing all of her tops to show off her new breasts. Sure other girls who did it were sluts. But she belonged to her boyfriend. She was an independent woman who chose to be her boyfriend’s property.
Her stupid boyfriend thought he could convince her to practice looking stupid. Like she would ever give him that. She wasn’t a dumb bimbo. It just felt nice to be blank like that. To let all of the thoughts go empty. It was relaxing. Just like the stupid naps her boyfriend gave her when he tried to hypnotize her.
Now it was time for her to practice selfies in the mirror. God that made her so horny. Seeing the sexy girl in the mirror. Only stupid cunts wanted to have sex with other girls. But she wondered what another girl would taste like. Maybe she should find another girl to join them. Maybe she could find a happy, blonde, trashy, dumb cunt to share her boyfriend with.
Maybe the hypnosis would work on that girl. So she could stop tolerating her boyfriend’s kink and just suck his cock like a good girl.
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Wish I had some nice manly stuff in my messages rn to really make me feel like best girl~♡
God I literally love giving oral so much please someone keep me as their little puppy girl and have me give them oral whenever they please