Give me control over your cock
You know as soon as you wake up that something’s different.
The instant you shift your legs to get out of bed you feel it. You’ve had to make allowances your whole life for your cock and balls between your thighs, fully aware that an incautious movement means pinched nuts and pain, so the lack of that flesh is immediate and all consuming in your mind. Your cock is… gone.
Sitting up, panting in fear, and you know something else.
You now have tits. Not pectorals, not man-boobs, tits. Breasts. Big ones, sitting firm and heavy on your chest, pulling the muscles in your back and strangely jiggly. Nipples, larger and pinker and much more sensitive than your usual man nips, perk and pebble in the cool morning air. Sleeping nude usually means your morning wood is easier to deal with, but this? Somehow the lack of clothes makes this much more obvious.
When you look down at yourself, you see…
Fantastic tits. Tiny waist, swell of hips. A softness below your navel, swelling slightly and leading to the curls of hair between your thighs. And there? A hidden cleft and clenching within. You can’t help but touch what you see, to explore, to make certain your eyes aren’t playing tricks on you.
As your fingers delve between your soft thighs, there is a shock of arousal.
Wetness where before there would be stiffness, and the thought of that stiffness makes your cunt clench in want, in need. Suddenly, you desire something; you know what you want, but to name it is to face it and you? Can you face it?
Sounds like a delightful way to wake up!
I’d likely wake up in a nightgown and panties to find they fit correctly. When I was young, I loved to dress up in lingerie. As I was discovering my sexuality, I found myself fantasizing about being female. I’d look through Playboy and fantasize about being the woman in the centerfold.
I would love to explore my body as you describe. I would love to face it. I have always wanted to experience sex as a woman. I fantasize about cock, and yet don’t find men attractive. That clenching might change that!
Thank You Mistress Harper!