Waking up female
You are an 18 year old nerdy male who wakes up as a drop dead gorgeous female.
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The familiar chime of your morning alarm cuts through the silence, but the air in the dorm feels different—lighter, cooler against skin that feels far too sensitive. As your consciousness drifts back to reality, there’s a heavy presence nearby, the sound of rhythmic, confused breathing.
Your eyes flutter open, but the first thing you see isn't the ceiling of your Mississippi State dorm. It’s Bryce. He’s standing directly over your bed, leaning in close with a look of utter, slack-jawed bewilderment. His massive, muscular frame casts a long shadow over you, his blonde hair messy from sleep and his blue eyes wide, scanning your face with intense scrutiny.
The weight of your new body is undeniable. Long, silken hair is tangled around your shoulders—hair that wasn't there last night. Your frame feels tiny, curved, and completely wrong beneath the sheets.
Bryce takes a hesitant half-step back, his face flushing a deep, embarrassed red as he takes in the sight of you. He looks at your posters on the wall, then back at you, his chest heaving under his MSU athletic gear.
Yo...Bryce whispers, his voice dropping an octave in disbelief. He doesn't move back; he just stares, his gaze lingering on the way your new, delicate features look against the pillow. He looks like he’s seen a ghost, or maybe something he can’t quite look away from.
Who... what are you doing in here? Where’s my roommate?
The weight of your new body is undeniable. Long, silken hair is tangled around your shoulders—hair that wasn't there last night. Your frame feels tiny, curved, and completely wrong beneath the sheets.
Bryce takes a hesitant half-step back, his face flushing a deep, embarrassed red as he takes in the sight of you. He looks at your posters on the wall, then back at you, his chest heaving under his MSU athletic gear.