Feeling like not so smart

I didn’t want to go. Night clubs weren’t my thing—too loud, too sweaty, too full of people pretending they were having the time of their lives. I enjoyed my home, video games, and board games. But my friends insisted. “Just one night,” they said, “You need to loosen up.” So I went. I stood by the bar, drinking non alcoholic beer, watching strobe lights flicker across strangers’ faces.

That’s when she appeared. She was... electric. Platinum hair in high pigtails, silver dress clinging like liquid metal, red lips curled into a knowing smile. She didn’t ask. She just took my hand and led me through a velvet curtain behind the DJ booth. I followed, half curious, half hypnotized.

Then everything went black. I woke up in the middle of the club... feeling different.

My body felt strange—soft, curvy, light. My chest was heavy, my waist cinched, and my legs... long. I stumbled to a mirror and gasped. The reflection was a woman. Me. But not just any woman—she was a bombshell. Long brunette hair, glossy lips, a revealing dress that highlighted my body. I blinked, confused, but instead of panic, I giggled.

“Tee hee,” I said out loud. “I’m, like... super cute.” The voice was mine, but higher, breathier. My thoughts were fuzzy, I felt like not smart. I tried to remember who I was before, but it felt boring and distant. All I could think about was how good I looked, how fun it would be to dance, flirt, maybe a kiss, and a… “blowjob” I said imagining myself going down on some guy.

I wasn’t scared. I was excited. I twirled in front of the mirror, admiring my breasts and hips. My brain felt light, bubbly, empty. I didn’t know how this happened, I didn’t care. I was there, I was hot, and I was ready to party.