Becoming missy - Chapter 7

I realized that I didn't know someone like me existed, and I could hardly comprehend how I had become this sexy, gorgeous woman named Missy. I mean, who would even want to do something like that to someone? I had so many questions, but none of them really mattered in the end. I was like, a smoking hot blonde bimbo with killer curves and perfect skin, and that was all that truly mattered.

I mean, who was really going to care about anything else, right? I had never felt so alive and, well, sexually satisfied. I continued tracing circles over my now sensitive skin and glanced over at my bed, which was now a gorgeous tangle of sheets. Like, wow, looking at that made my whole body tremble with excitement. I knew that I wanted to make that bed my own personal play-space.

Like, I could already imagine the countless men who would become my toys, spreading me wide, right there on that lush and so enticing mattress. I felt another gush of desire run through me and realized that I had to maintain some semblance of patience. I mean, after all, I had to start somewhere, yes? I decided to take a tour of my new bimbo apartment and discover more about my life as Missy.