Becoming missy - Chapter 1

I slowly opened my eyes and was like, totally amazed by how yummy and sexy my body felt. But, like, whoa, I was supposed to be a man named James, right? My head was, like, to-tal-ly foggy, making it hard for me to recall how this transformation even happened. As I struggled to sit up, I couldn't help but notice my deliciously plump and fabulously firm beach ball-sized boobs.

Forgetting my initial confusion, I started like, playing with them, thankful for these luscious and magnificent melons jiggling on my chest. Holy crap, they felt fantabulous! Unable to resist the intense desire that consumed me, I slipped off my like, silky, newly-transformed-body-fitting lingerie. I felt the irresistible urge to touch myself, and so I did, indulging in the pleasure of my nubile, nymph-like fingers.

Oh. My. God. This sensation! A rush of tingles like, ran through me, making my toes curl and my head spin with delight. Then, just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, I went ahead and squeezed my newly-gifted, juicy booty. I mean, seriously, who even knew that something as, like, ordinary as sitting on a chair could instantly turn into a major thigh-clenching experience?