Hillary had a restless sleep, tossing and turning as her mind fought with itself. Dreams of plastic women, lesbian sluts ready to fuck her. And then, on the flip side, dreams of her old life, the boring one, the one that was her own…
Hillary woke up early the next morning, horny and ready to cum. However, she was able to resist this urge, at least for now. She got up and hopped in the shower, savoring the hot water, bring her shower wand a little bit too close to her nether regions as she thought of the porn she’d watched last night…
“NO! Not now. Not today. Today I take my life back.” She said aloud.
She got out of the shower and looked at herself in the mirror. Cupping her breasts, she couldn’t believe just how big they were after having been flat chested before. And her slightly pudgy stomach was nowhere near the much larger belly she’d had before. And her butt - the fact that she had one, even. It was a… nice change. It almost looked liked she worked out now. Almost. Her hair was another thing; she’d always had dark hair, and now she was a blonde. A dirty blonde, but still a blonde. She blow dried her hair and tried her best to ignore it.
She finished drying off, and then moved over to her walk in closet. To her surprise, all of her clothes fit her body. “This is just too freaky. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it. I’ve gotta admit, it’s convenient, though.” She mused to herself, grabbing a relatively conservative sweatsuit for the day.
******
Hillary’s first stop was a local coffee shop. Despite the hectic few weeks, she tried her best to maintain a routine. As if on autopilot, she recited her usual drink order to the male barista.
“Can I get a iced caramel macchiato, please?” She asked politely before paying and leaving a more generous than usual tip.
As she stood by the pickup line, she realized something else was wrong.
“I have never gotten that drink before in my life. Black coffee, hot. This is… I… well, hopefully it tastes alright.” She thought to herself, trying not to stress herself out.
“Hillary?” The man behind the counter called out.
“Thanks.” She said, taking the sweet drink. She took a sip - and to her surprise, enjoyed it.
It was only after she left the coffee shop that she realized another problem.
“I… I didn’t look at him at all. He was fit, had great hair, obviously took care of himself. I… I didn‘t want him at all. Oh, this is bizarre.” She thought to herself.
She tried her best to chalk this up to stress from her situation and walked away from the coffee shop, ducking into a clothing shop.
******
Shopping for clothes made Hillary feel better. Even though she had a whole, fitting wardrobe at home, she had to admit, shopping for this curvy new body was much more fun than her old, frumpy one. Suddenly, though, she found her eyes wandering. Peering at the other women in the store. There was one looking at a tube top - “she’s cute. She’d be so hot with a big pair of fake tits. She’s already got a nice ass.” Hillary thought, before trying to get the thought out of her head. Before this whole… thing had started, she hadn’t even looked at a woman like that, ever! Now she was wondering what a cute girl would look like with fake tits? As she tried to shake these thoughts, though, a woman with fake tits did make it in the store.
Hillary’s jaw dropped. She looked just as plastic as her favorite porn stars - maybe even more so. Big, round tits, a fat, sexy ass, a super thin waste - she was everything Hillary wanted. Hillary suddenly couldn’t stop thinking about her naked, ready to please her, ready to fuck…
“Ah!” She thought to herself, before leaving behind the clothing she was looking at and scurrying home. As she walked as quickly as she could, that hot girl she’d seen filled her mind, making her nipples harden and her pussy wet.
Trying to force these thoughts out, Hillary finally made it home, and found her way back upstairs.