"Okay," I said to myself. "Take a deep breath." As I did, I could feel my breasts move on my chest. I didn't think they were particularly big, but the sensation was kinda alien. And at the same time, kinda familiar. "This is weird... but roll with it. You can change back if you don't like it." Wait? Could I? Did I still have the Chronivac? I jumped out of bed, spotted my computer (a brand new, but lower-end laptop), and booted it up. With relief, I saw the Chronivac symbol on the desktop. Okay. Good.
What now? I figured the first thing was to try to figure out who I was. How did I look? What kind of person was I? I had only set some rather vague parameters when I created "me" last night. Okay, first, looks. I got to the bathroom and looked myself in the mirror. An adorable face stared back at me. I looked like innocence, curly strawberry blond hair framing a slightly freckled face, but there was also a hidden streak in my large doe-like eyes, hinting of something not so innocent. Going down below my neck, a pair of small, but firm, breasts, with puffy, pink nipples. My tummy was flat, but not muscular, and between my leg was a puffy, shaved mound. No, not shaved, I said to myself. I had actually gone out and gotten it waxed. That thought felt a bit naughty.
Which made me realize how innocent I actually was. This girl was, I knew, a virgin. She had grown up in a small, rural town, in the middle of the Bible Belt. She had been held from exploring her own sexuality, and had been taught to be a timid, obedient girl. Her place was as a dutiful wife to her husband. I realized I didn't really believe in the God I was raised to believe in, but the idea of being the dutiful, obedient wife... I could feel my crotch getting wet at the thought. Somehow, she had turned her repressed sexuality and upbringing into a powerful sexual-romantic urge, one in which she submitted to a husband which wanted to control her. I wasn't here to get an education. I had escaped my home town to find the kind of man I wanted - strong, dominant, in control. Preferably older than me.
My hand was down between my legs as I was thinking these thoughts. Without realizing it, I had started masturbating, and I was brought out of my thoughts by a wave, a pulse, emanating from my crotch. I moaned, loudly, as my body shivered. I had to steady myself not to collapse. As I sank down, my legs shaky, unable to properly support me, I realized I had just had my first female orgasm. It was amazing.