10-11-2022, 11:54 PM
Sera bolts out of bed and towards the nearest mirror. The figure staring back at her is indeed the one from the dream, just as ethereal and haunting as before, but now it's... her.
The only thought that manages to worm it's way out of the otter's mouth is a confoundedly croaked "Why, though...!?"
She paws at her own face, palms hitting her cheeks with gentle slaps as she feels out the reality of the situation. She notes that while she has the body, she still moves like herself, a bit awkward by default but even more so now that she's not used to her own proportions.
And about those proportions... Sera feels up her own chest with very mixed feelings. "Man, I just got used to what I had," she mutters, repeqtedly smushing down her newfound mommy milkers for a fair bit longer than is likely necessary.
"So now what do I do...?"
She squints into the mirror long and hard, realizing that she doesn't need her glasses to see clearly. Mixed feelings again; those are basically as much a part of her face as her own eyes at this point, and she feels naked without them.
Naked...
The initial shock starts to fade, replaced by the ottercat's urges to stick to routine. "Naked... shower. Shower time. Deal with this later."
She hobbles her way into the bathroom, encouraging herself forward in the third person, though this is jarring with the change in voice. In short order, she finds that even the warm water of her morning cleanse feels different somehow. "Even this skin doesn't feel like it's mine..."
Not hers... Nothing feels like it's hers. Especially not...
She holds herself against the shower wall, breath growing heavy. There was another part of her morning routine that had been neglected in Sera's haste, but the parts she used to follow through on it normally were no longer there, her hand instead grasping at a vagina where her dick used to be.
She hesitates. Is this even right...? The moral question doesn't get long to linger; "her" parts are throbbing, begging for attention, the notion of being trapped in someone else's body, of touching what is normally theirs to consider taboo... exciting her. Sera winces, a desperate whimper parting her lips, unable to take it anymore.
I'm fucking horny, dammit!
She throws her head back and shouts at the ceiling in a voice that's not her own, "I hope you knew what you were doing, giving your body to a fucking pervert!!"
As her hands found their way where they needed to go, Sera let out a relieved moan. Psh! "Help me," she says. Help you what? Get off?? Give me something to work with, lady...
She sinks to her knees on the shower floor, experiencing her new body in ways she never could her own.
The only thought that manages to worm it's way out of the otter's mouth is a confoundedly croaked "Why, though...!?"
She paws at her own face, palms hitting her cheeks with gentle slaps as she feels out the reality of the situation. She notes that while she has the body, she still moves like herself, a bit awkward by default but even more so now that she's not used to her own proportions.
And about those proportions... Sera feels up her own chest with very mixed feelings. "Man, I just got used to what I had," she mutters, repeqtedly smushing down her newfound mommy milkers for a fair bit longer than is likely necessary.
"So now what do I do...?"
She squints into the mirror long and hard, realizing that she doesn't need her glasses to see clearly. Mixed feelings again; those are basically as much a part of her face as her own eyes at this point, and she feels naked without them.
Naked...
The initial shock starts to fade, replaced by the ottercat's urges to stick to routine. "Naked... shower. Shower time. Deal with this later."
She hobbles her way into the bathroom, encouraging herself forward in the third person, though this is jarring with the change in voice. In short order, she finds that even the warm water of her morning cleanse feels different somehow. "Even this skin doesn't feel like it's mine..."
Not hers... Nothing feels like it's hers. Especially not...
She holds herself against the shower wall, breath growing heavy. There was another part of her morning routine that had been neglected in Sera's haste, but the parts she used to follow through on it normally were no longer there, her hand instead grasping at a vagina where her dick used to be.
She hesitates. Is this even right...? The moral question doesn't get long to linger; "her" parts are throbbing, begging for attention, the notion of being trapped in someone else's body, of touching what is normally theirs to consider taboo... exciting her. Sera winces, a desperate whimper parting her lips, unable to take it anymore.
I'm fucking horny, dammit!
She throws her head back and shouts at the ceiling in a voice that's not her own, "I hope you knew what you were doing, giving your body to a fucking pervert!!"
As her hands found their way where they needed to go, Sera let out a relieved moan. Psh! "Help me," she says. Help you what? Get off?? Give me something to work with, lady...
She sinks to her knees on the shower floor, experiencing her new body in ways she never could her own.