I woke up, hours later. I climbed out of the
river, soaking wet and feeling...odd. When I
got out, I realised why: the massive DD
boobs, and that wasn't all. I had long blonde
hair down to my ass, huge sexy curves, big
puffy lips, and by the feel of it, a very
sensitive pussy. I was still wearing the same
clothes, which really didn't fit anymore. I
walked home, turning a few heads on my
way, which actually made me feel pretty
good. When I got in, no one was there, so I
just went to my bedroom. It was totally
different. The wall were pink, and so was
everything. In my drawers, instead of vests
and boxers, there were lacey bras and string
thongs. In my wardrobe, instead of t-shirts
and trousers, there was tank tops/tube tops
and miniskirts. There was a fairly large
purple box in the corner, I was shocked at the
contents: a variaty of vibrators and some
furry handcuffs. I looked at the box, the skirts,
the thongs and the boobs, ha, I was a slut.
Getting into bed I thought that, if I was stuck
this way, I might as well get the best of it,
and got ready for tomorrow.