Cindy giggled.
She stood in front of what she now recognised as Bob's brother Rick's mirror, legs splayed apart, completely naked, and studied what she was coming to accept as her new body. A boy of average height, she had short and messy brown hair, a handsome face with deep brown eyes, a muscular torso with matching arms and legs, big rough hands and feet, and an absolutely massive cock bobbing out in front of it all. She gave it a poke again and giggled as it bounced up and down. Over a foot long, she was well ahead of most porn stars. "Well" she said, trying to get used to the baritone voice she now possessed, "Here goes". And with that, she grasped her penis with both hands and gave it a few experimental pumps. A jolt of pleasure rushed though her body and she gasped at the new sensation. She found herself unable to stop as sensations far more focused than what she'd ever experienced before bombarded her. She continued to pump, moaning as the pleasure built in her cock, her eyes glued to the incredibly hot sight in the mirror of this hot young stud pumping himself. She sped up and lost all thought as she was overwhelmed by the ecstasy emanating from her crotch, her eyes rolling back into her head and her breaths coming in short gasps. A sudden surge of intensity ran though it and she felt cum shoot out to splash against her image. Several more followed before she finally slowed down, exhausted. She collapsed to the ground and breathed heavily. "Well, little fella" she said, patting her softening cock, "You're not that bad."
She sat there in the silence for a minute before it intruded that something was missing - the thumping noise that had been going on since she woke up had silenced. She listened for a moment then heard footsteps heading her way. She jumped up and grabbed at a pair of Rick's jeans on the bed, pulling them on and tightening the belt to it's fullest. Tight on Rick, they were baggy on her, but at least that mostly hid the bulge of her giant even when soft cock. She got them on just in time as the door opened and in walked... herself? She stood there slack-jawed as her robe-clad body jerked back in surprise. "You... you're awake?" The implications of that statement sank in for Cindy. "You stole my body!" she gasped. Her body gave her a sadistic grin. "Whatever. BOB! HELP!" Cindy heard a heavy person running up the hall before her heart lept at the sight of her boyfriend in the doorway. That feeling was short lived as she took in the shock changing to anger on Bob's face. "What the fuck are you doing in my house, you sick freak?" He threw a punch at her which she barely ducked in time. She ran past him into the hallway and backed off. "Bob! No, it's... it's me! It's Cindy! Somehow I got changed! Listen, remember the night at the river? You told me about your ..." She ducked backwards and shrieked (or more like yelled) as Bob grabbed an umbrella from the stand and took a swing at her. She kept talking about things she knew as she backed down the stairs before she had to dodge a thrown vase. "Please! Believe me! You never told anyone else this stuff. How else would I know this?!" A shove was the answer as she fell out of the house and onto the porch, the door slamming shut above her.