Jess eyed herself up in the mirror, and felt the arousal from earlier resurface. She went down her little mental checklist of her best features, as she often did when she needed a little boost of confidence.
Great hair. Yup she was lucky enough to be frizz free and naturally have great volume and natural rich brown color with a hint of red.
Pretty face and smooth skin. Good diet and diligence with facial care earned her a clear completion free of acne scars. She inherited her Lebanese grandmother's olive skin tone, blessing her with a tanned look year round.
Flat belly. Yeah, all that exercise rewarded her with a flat midriff with the slightest hint of muscle definition.
Nice boobs. For an athletic girl she could still fill out her bra respectably.
She paused and really looked at herself. Jess realized several things. She was turned on by her reflection. This wasn't recognition of beauty, it was an animalistic desire to fuck the girl in the mirror. Kiss those lips. Nibble on those nipples.
This was new, she had never felt attracted to any woman like this before. What kind of drug had she been exposed to anyway? She had never heard of a drug that changed sexual orientation. This momentarily alarm quickly faded back under the waves of her personal sea of drugged out bliss. She went back to eye fucking her reflection.
She realized her reflection was off.
The first thing she noticed was her body hair was gone. She had always dealt with thicker and darker than average body hair (also thanks to her Lebonese grandma). All of that was gone. She was bare and baby smooth from the neck down.
Her lower abdomen looked bloated. The swelling sensation from earlier was real, something had definitely ballooned up inside her. She looked a couple months pregnant but the bulge was a little too low, ending right at her venus mound.
Her boobs also looked a little smaller. She reached up and cupped them, and things definitely did not fill her hands quite the way they usually did. As her hands brushed her small pink nipples, a jolt of pleasure shot through her.
Again, the momentary concern quickly faded. She yawned as her fatigue deepened and she crawled into bed.