Releasing your inner slut - Chapter 3

Their stories were a combination of enthralling, empowering, and entertaining elements, creating a compelling read that was difficult to resist. At one point I reached down to scratch an itch with my two inch long nails, my soft leg felt so good as I moaned and shifted in oversized chair and brushed my long brown hair back. I giggled slightly in my high pitched voice as I read passage after passage of erotic tales, each hotter than the last.

I moaned as I could feel my crotch growing warm and wet as I imagined the erotic images of the book in my own head. My chest shook as I continued on, even as my breathing grew heavier and heavier. After nearly two and half hours I had finally finished the entire book. The closing congratulating me on letting my true self shine through even as my breathes became ragged as my horny body shook with need.

The room spun around me as my vision blurred and I gasped for breath as the heat rose in my crotch. Everything around me faded away as only the scent of arousal wafted through the air; it was a potent blend of sex appeal and raw hunger. As if entranced, I felt the urge to rise from my seat and stumbled towards the bedroom, clutching the sides of furniture to maintain balance.

It felt as if my entire balance and center of gravity was off and I even noticed that everything seemed larger and taller than before. I finally made it to my bathroom and gasping I turned on the light and stared with utter shock at the figure reflected back at from the mirror. Instead of the familiar and normal, tall and handsome visage of a 28 year old man staring back at me it was a person I had never seen before.

The person was an incredibly gorgeous young woman, maybe 18 or 19 years old and standing at about 5'3. Her smooth skin glowed with a healthy tan, and her lustrous brunette locks hung down past her shoulders in silken waves all the way to her full and tight feminine booty. Her eyes were a mesmerizing brown, sparkling with a fiery intensity that drew me in and highlighted by long silky lashes. A tiny nose and full and thick red lips that seemed perfect for carnality.

But the most striking feature was her voluptuous figure. Her cleavage was ample, thanks to the generous bosoms nestled beneath her tank top. Both of her tits had to be larger than basketballs and rode high and firm on her tiny frame. Her tiny waist was trim and toned, leading down to a shapely pair of hips that curved into a succulent rear end. I was no longer Patrick a man who was commiserating the loss of his girlfriend, but instead I had become a sexy young woman.

I gasped and stripped off the tiny tight clothing on my body finally getting a look at my massive mams and their thick and erect nipples. I stared at my tiny feminine hands with their three inch long red nails and saw that my legs and thighs were long and strong, leading down to my ankles and feet with long toes and delicate arches. I touched my face and ran my fingers along my flawless cheeks, my long neck, and my lips.