Melissa's dreams were a mess. Fast paced and constantly changing, they all had one thing in common: They were telling her to be a dumb slut. That was the real her. She loved cock and pussy, and she never turned down fucking someone, sucking someone off, or eating someone out, whether it was with her ass or her mouth... or her pussy? Wait, of course she had a pussy! Silly her. Dumb sluts needed a good fucking. That's all they needed. Dumb sluts never thought about anything else except cocks or strapons filling their tight, wet holes, or their asses of course. Something else was changing in her head. New dreams of being born a woman. In her dreams, the memories of her transitioning didn't seem right. The only thing she had transitioned to was being a dumb slut, right? It had been normal that she had no cock because she was a woman, right?
Melissa woke up in the mansion, shaken by the events of last night. In addition to that, she'd had weird dreams when she slept. She couldn't quite remember what they were about, but she knew they weren't right. She felt very lightheaded this morning. "Ugh... my head..." she said, before she noticed her morning wood, or in fact, lack thereof. She got up looked in the mirror to confirm. She still had her semi soft curves, her sluttied up face (with fat, pink DSLs), her bellybutton length raven hair, but her cock was missing.
"I... have a vagina?" She said, a little scared, but happy at the same time. She had always wanted to be a real girl. She felt the soft pussy lips with her fingers and a moan escaped her. "Oh my god, it's real!" She thought giddily. "Better than surgery! *Giggle*" she said.
"Did... did I just giggle?" She thought. "No way. I'm just imagining things. This house is making me crazy." She said. She'd worry about the house later; she needed to get dressed.
She opened up the closet and noticed the clothing wasn't as slutty from before. She saw a note that was presumably from the ghost. "You seemed very upset at the clothing choices before. Don't worry, I'll make sure to transition you slowly!" She read. That worried her a bit, but for now she needed an outfit.
She grabbed tight pink shorts from the closet and a white tank top with a built in bra that seemed to accentuate her small, B-cup breasts. She spun in the mirror and smiled at the lack of a bulge. She was a real girl now!
She left her room and headed down the stairs...