I sat up. Immediately I felt all of my new body settle around me. My huge breasts, my pudgy stomach, my thick thighs. I immediately started to panic.
"Please don't do this to me—" I tried to say, and felt the difference in my mouth, my teeth, my voice. It was all a woman's.
I had a robe covering my body and I had to undo it to see the damage. A teenage boy was in the bed next to me—I knew that was my body, but it was so confusing to see him, it might as well have been a complete stranger. I needed to process my own body first. I pulled the robe off.
There they were. Two massive womanly breasts. My mom's boobs. My boobs. Huge, dense, soft piles of fat capped with huge nipples—my nipples, now. I gently touched my hand to the right nipple. My hand looked like a middle-aged woman's. My nipple felt incredibly sensitive and strange.
I took the huge breast in my hand and lifted it up, then dropped it. This was part of my body now. The other one was too. I continued to feel anxious and terrified. What have I done? What did I agree to? I had to live in this body for the rest of my life? Why? What was the point of this? Why?
I shoved my breasts aside to look at the hair-covered mound between my legs. My female mound. No dick, no balls. Just curly black hair, a mound of fat, a middle-aged woman's genitals. I had never really looked at a naked girl, and only vaguely understood what girls have between their legs. Now I realized I would have to deal with what girls have between their legs for the rest of my life.
I looked at the stranger in the next bed, who had taken his robe off. The handsome teenage boy was playing around with his penis and his new balls. He looked so happy. I desperately wished for that happiness. I would never feel that again.
He looked at my breasts, my pussy, and down at his own genitals. He grinned uncontrollably. He was truly happy. As I shifted in the bed with my massive thighs and butt, as I contemplated my pudgy stomach and my woman's pussy, I realized never would be happy ever again. I missed my dick so much. It would be impossible for them to reverse this. This body was a soft, jiggling prison I would die in. I started to tear up.