Life 2.0: mostly sweet short M2F TG stories

They Said Nothing Changes

They weren't exactly saggy, but they also weren't particularly firm either, their weight always making them heave downwards in a pendulous tear-drop shape.

Now that sensation was gone, replaced by a feeling of . . . muscular thickness. My breast were gone.

Sam was a bear. Not literally of course. He was big without being fat, and 'athletic' was definitely not a word I would use to describe him, yet one look at him and anyone knew that Sam was as strong as a bull. He was a bear, my bear.

As my rational mind started connecting the facts, I quickly realized that somehow now it was me in his intimidating body. Me, petite little Amalie Johnson. What scared me even more, is the realization that my calmness about it was as foreign to me as the body.

For my whole life, I had reacted impulsively to the unexpected and now . . . I investigated everything with a calm curiosity, just like Sam would.

I looked at my hairy arms. I could feel hard muscle moving under the thick skin and fat as I flexed my hand in a fist. I knew that my forearm now must have been the same size as my one of my dainty calves in my real body.

My real body
My real body
My real body  .  .  .

That's when I suddenly became aware of the girl sleeping next to me. I was struck by just how tiny she looked, compared to me. Then I realized that actually, everything seemed smaller.

That should not have been surprising given that I now somehow occupied Sam's massive six-foot five-inch body, while yesterday I could only claim a hair under five feet if I was lucky.

The girl was laying on her side with her back towards me. She was covered with a blanket, but I could easily make out her tiny, yet curvy, pear body shape.

Even though I was always small, back in school I used to be a promising runner. That is until the puberty kicked in and decided to give me the childbearing hips of my father's side of my genetic heritage.

During puberty, my petite, runners pelvis grew uncomfortably wide while the rest of my torso stayed almost the same, effectively preventing me from running well. Then in college, I learned that when I gain weight it goes straight to my buttocks with a tendency for cellulite.

I never understood what Sam found attractive in my jiggly bottom, yet knowledge of all that former uncomfortable inconvenience somehow seemed irrelevant when I now looked at the curves of my old body with someone else's eyes. With man's eyes.

I felt a shift, an involuntary movement outside my groin and moving the blanket away presented me with a view of the male member as it grew.

It looked much less intimidating from this perspective, much smaller, just like everything else. Still, the fact that it was there, attached to my groin, gave me a sick feeling. I wanted to go back to normal.

An image of what I had seen between my legs for my whole life, my beautiful feminine genitalia, flashed through my mind and immediately the tip of my new foreign member peeked out of the foreskin as more blood rushed there making me painfully aware of the rapidly hardening appendage attached to my loins.

I wanted the erection to go away. I needed it to go away if I didn't want to go completely mad.

Slowly, carefully I reached down and once again touched my penis. The sensation that traveled down the penis and into my abdomen made the penis flex and I realized how sensitive its tip really was.

I moaned audibly and was terrified at how the deep sound I produced resonated in my hairy chest. I wasn't going to make that mistake again.

I decided the erection had to go away by itself. Maybe if I wai--

I heard movement next to me where the tiny woman was sleeping.

"Amalie?" I heard a strangely familiar voice call out.

I turned to the side to face the girl.

She brushed a strand of reddish-brown hair out of her face with her beautifully manicured, petite fingers, opened her still mascara streaked eyes and looked at me.

It was in that instant that the loudest, most panicked, high pitched scream I've ever heard, broke the silence.

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So the challenge, given to me by Laindzy was this:
"Write a story about a character on the morning following the night he or she loses their virginity. They wake up to find out that they are in their partner's body..."

Now, it's your turn to think about and describe what you think it would be like if it were to happen to you.