Regained control

You were at a night club when you started to feel dizzy.  While you did indeed feel lighter, you also felt clumsy, like you were extremely drunk. You reached a mirror and saw a reflection that scared the hell out of you. You didn’t look like yourself anymore. You looked like a beautiful latino woman that was too hot for you.

And that’s when you lost consciousness. Everything went blank. While weeks passed, for you it was a mere instance.

You regained consciousness while once again looking at yourself in the mirror. You were in some cheap looking bedroom. Your face was sweaty, and your body ached. Took you a second to realize you were not alone. A man was sleeping in the bed behind you. “Oh shit… I hope I didn’t…” you whispered, but the soreness on your crotch, and the tenderness of your nipples were a dead giveaway that you had just indeed slept with that man.

You wanted to hate yourself, you wanted to say you had to find a way to turn back. But the truth was being a woman felt right. It was like you had always secretly wanted this. 

You sat on the edge of the bed and took a deep breath. You were about to kiss him to wake him up, but had a better idea, and you unzipped his pants. You were ready, your knew persona was about to blossom.