Car alarms.
I really hate the sound of blaring car alarms in the morning.
I’m not even supposed to be awake yet… I have at least two more hours of sleep!
Ugh… but the noise outside is keeping me from going back to sleep.
Guess I’ll get out of bed now… what a pain. I’m going to die of sleep deprivation this afternoon, I just know it.
Jeez… what time is it anyway?
5 AM. … Christ.
Hold on… am I naked right now? Pat! Pat! Patting self down! Fuck! My pajamas vanished! So did my underwear, and…
Has… has this vagina always been there?!
Where’d my penis go?!
Mirror! Mirror! Gotta find a mirror!
There’s one! Now then… what the heck is going… on… here…
This… this woman… looks like me!
Did… did I…
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!”
(Normal narration resumes here)
No question about it. I was transformed into a woman. A naked woman. Her face had some of my old features, just a bit more feminine. Same purple-brown eyes, same straight long black hair, same tiny nose, even the same thin lips! Just… they were girl versions. Cute girl versions. Her body seemed like a girl version of myself too. Her waist was a bit wide and doughy, but her hips were a little bit wider. She wasn’t quite fat… just a little bit doughy, pudgy, maybe only 50 pounds overweigh. She even had little B-cups for breasts. Her skin was baby smooth and hairless, and seemed to lack any egregious flaws… or any flaws for that matter! Where once I had a fairly ho-hum penis, this woman had a plump yet tight looking slit between her legs. She seemed to be a 20-something like me, and of average height for a woman of my age, too.
“I’m a girl,” I said to myself, “No denying it… it’s right in front of me. I can feel it for myself. I’m a girl. Does… does this mean I’m going to need to learn how to take care of my period?”
My room was dark. Maybe if I let some light inside… it would help me think clearer? It’s funny. I was having trouble remembering my boy name. I couldn’t even think of what my new name would be. I was seriously drawing blanks! Never mind… I just opened my curtains. The room was bathed in early dawn light, and I could feel my synapses starting to turn on one by one. A name came to me… Toshio. Toshio? Was this my new name in this body? Toshio… probably better than my old male name, Trevor. Though… I felt like I didn’t have a last name… just Toshio. Strange… Why didn’t I have a last name?
The view outside the window was something else! It looked like the view from my old apartment window, except the architectural design of my usual city looked a bit more like Tokyo than I remembered. Now same layout, same building sizes and likely purposes, but they looked like they came from Japan. Even the usual mountains that I could see in the distance looked more like Mt. Fuji! Except on top of this mountain was a strange, gigantic, spherical, purple rock. It’s face was pocked with craters and holes, and a carving of an oval shaped eye with three lashes on top in the middle.
The inside of my room was also similar… and different. Same bed with plain white sheets, except this one smelled a bit more like a girl. Same bedside shelves and cabinets, but probably with women’s clothing inside now. The alarm clock had a radio built in now, and had some girly stickers on it. Maybe I should check out the stations on it? With that in mind, I clicked the radio on.
“You’re listening to Hentai City Public Information Broadcasting,” a pleasant woman’s voice said on the first channel, “24 Hours of public information reminders for all citizens of Hentai City. Hentai City has an open sexuality policy, and that you are free to have all the sex in public you want. Please remember to keep it Safe, Sane, and Consentual. Note that incest has been legalized in our fantastic city, thanks to the gifts of gene manipulation from our benevolent overload Paraphore the Purple Meteor. As a reminder, underage sex is a federal crime, punishable by death.”
Well that station answered a ton of questions before I could think of them! I clicked off of that station and turned to a different one, just to calm down from what I just learned.
“Today’s hits and yesterday’s favorites! You’re listening to Magic Radio!”
Oh good, it was just a normal pop music station. I took a moment to digest what I just learned. My name was Toshio, and I didn’t have a last name. Something told me nobody had a last name in this city. I was a girl, 20-something years of age, and lived alone in a small apartment in a place called Hentai City. Public sex was legal in this city, so long as it was safe, consenting, and wasn’t with anyone underage. You knew that teenagers could do with other teens, but not anyone under 13 or over 18. Children under the age of puberty, I started to learn/remember for some strange convenient reason, could pretend to have sex so long as it was within their age bracket. Pedophiles were given the death sentence. Incest was fine… for some reason.
How did I wind up in this situation?