Help! I'm Trapped in a Girl's Body (part 1)
Masturbation / Toys
Written by women
Author: Lucy Morton, Source: sexstories.com
When I woke up that morning, I had to pee very badly. I sat up, but I immediately noticed that my body felt strange and unusual. I stood up and walked across the room and flipped on the light switch. My feet felt weird and weak, and I could hardly walk. I looked into the mirror. I didn’t see myself, however. I saw a girl. Her hair was brown and straight, and it stretched to her shoulders. Her face was tired, but it was smooth, flawless, and adorable. She looked like she could have been a twin sister whom I never knew. She wore a loose-fitting t-shirt and a pair of flannel pajama pants. I looked down at my body. I brought my hands to my face and looked at them: they were smaller than normal, and their fingernails were painted red. I took my hands and rubbed my stomach. My muscle tone was gone. Under the t-shirt, I slid my hands across my flat tummy until they reached an obstacle - I quickly grabbed the neck of the t-shirt and threw it over my head and onto the floor. Reality slammed me - the girl in the mirror was me! My mouth hung open wide in disbelief. I had cantaloupe-sized breasts topped with brown nipples. I touched my boobs; they were soft, squishy, and bouncy, and from side to side and top to bottom, I felt every part of their area. I looked down at the floor and looked at my breasts from above. Then I looked back into the mirror. My skin was tan, and my hips were curvy. My underarms were shaven, and my face had no stubble. Bewildered by my predicament, I stood frozen for a few moments. I worried about my crotch; I was scared to see what was there. But finally and slowly, I slid the pajama bottoms down, and once they reached the bottom of my ass, they gravity pulled them to the floor. There I stood, totally naked, staring at a girl in the mirror I had never seen before. My long cock, which I had been incredibly proud to have, was gone and replaced with a cute pussy. My fingers glided to it. I pulled apart the lips and examined my clitoris. I looked in the mirror again. I grabbed my ass. It was firm and full, but not fatty. My hairless legs were shiny and smooth. After having been distracted by my body, I looked around the room, and I noticed that it wasn’t my room. Architecturally, it was the same, but the walls were pink instead of blue, there were girl’s clothes in the dresser drawers, and my PlayStation was gone. There was a makeup kit on the desk next to my computer, my phone had a flashy case, and the top drawer of my nightstand was filled with tampons. Reality settled - I was stuck in a girls body! I panicked and hyperventilated. “Oh, my fucking GOD,” I mumbled to myself, and after having said that, I grabbed my throat with my hands. I said something else, “hello…one…two…three.” My voice was girly. Everything I said sounded like a girl was saying it. “Fuck,” I whispered to myself. Clumsily, I ran down the hall into the bathroom. It was different too. In the shower, there was a girl’s razor and feminine hair-care products. On the sink ...