Jesse stirred in his cot. The sun streamed through the cracks between the cabin logs. However, it was the braying of a donkey that awoke him from his near comatose sleep. Jesse groaned...what a night. Jesse grabbed a pillow and covered his head, partially to block the inescapable sun and partially to dim the donkey braying and footsteps. Jesse was a little confused, it sounded real close.
Realizing he wouldn't be able to get back to sleep and looking forward to the promise of another day at Pleasure Island, Jesse sat up and groggily rubbed his eyes. He absently tossed back the hair that fell in front of his face. His mind, still waking, didn't process the discontinuity for a few seconds...Jesse had very short black hair. The hair he had to brush out of his face was blonde.
Startled, Jesse stood up. He immediately sensed that *something* was wrong. He felt...different. Rubbing his eyes again, he was astonished to see his hands were now slender, soft, feminine. Even the nails were longer and polished.
"Whatz da fuck." Jesse uttered under his breath. Even his voice seemed off. It was higher pitch, girlish, and most of all had a distinct forgien accent. Astonished, whirled around to face one of his room's few furnishings, a full length mirror.
Accustomed to sleeping naked, Jesse beheld a gorgeous girl...no, not girl...woman, staring back at him. She was curvy but fit, with shoulder length blond hair. She had pert breasts and large nipples. Her angelic face was contorted and her puffy lips were open in shock.
Jesse stared for long moments into the mirror. Despite, or perhaps because of, the shock his first thought was completely crazy. "Wow...that girl is HOT!"
Stepping back, his situation finally hit him. He was now a she! Dizzy, Jesse instictively turned to the chair. The chair was where Jesse tossed his clothes the night before. They were now gone. In their place was some sort of black dress with white trim and lace. In the back of Jesse's mind, he identified it as one made for a typical french maid. Also on the chair was a note.
Bending over, very conscience of the extra weight on his chest and golden blonde hair cascading in front of his face, Jesse read the note.
Myself and the rest of the Pleasure Island staff are delighted with the fun you and your friend had at our resort last night. Unfortunately, we've experienced a labor shortage and need assistance cleaning up the house you were at yesterday. We are sure you will enjoy your continuing adventure here at Pleasure Island. Rest assured, you will be reunited with your friend...one way or another.
The handwritten note slipped from Jesse's nerveless fingers. Turning back to the mirror, Jesse touch his breasts. He needed to know he wasn't dreaming.
It was clear Jesse wasn't dreaming. He felt an erotic pulse when his hand grasped his pert breasts. A stronger wave of pleasure coursed though his body when his fingers grazed his nipples. Looking down, Jesse was a bit taken aback to see his nipples get hard. Even more strange (and pleasurable), was the wet, sensual sensation coming from his groin area...