Damon woke up, groggy and hoping what he went through was just a lucid nightmare. Opening his eyes to an unfamiliar and hole-filled ceiling should've clued him that he was wrong. He got up quickly, or tried do. Taking a look across his body, or also trying to, he saw what was wrong.
He seemed to be some sort of extremely busty woman. Summoning the strength and right posing, he was finally able to sit up and take a quick look over. His breasts were massive, not sure of the size, but surely bigger then DDs. There seemed to be a ton wrong his new body, heck his new place. He needed to find a mirror to really get an idea of his new body.
He took a quick glance around his new home which seemed to be some converted hole-in-the-wall hotel room. Trying to ignore the eyesore, he saw a dresser with a mirror, and an envelope that seemed to call out to him. Avoid the sight of himself for now, he suspected the envelope was very important. He proceeded to open it.
"Dear guy,
Fuck you. I'm drunk but this magical scribe spell takes care of alot of shit for me. This is awesome, like magical auto correct and voice typing in one! Anyways, fuck you, and I turned you into a whore. Its to make you suffer and something. Spell gonna make sure you're always a whore, look like a whore, talk like a whore, and other whorey stuff. Gonna make sure you're you though. Don't ask me to explain, head is pounding. There's more BlRBBFHABBFGGGH (at this point there was some random letters and cursing mixed in, Damon guessed it was Monica throwing up). Ah shit, really fuck you. Go fuck yourself you whore."
And with that, Damon finally looked at his new, whore form.