Suddenly, I hear Claire. “Hello? Are you home yet?”
“Yeah, I’m in my room, I’ll be right out!” I call back. I consider telling Claire about this, but I’m too embarrassed, it could just be in my head. Plus, she might like me, I don’t want to ruin anything. I put on my pants and a sweatshirt, in case my chest is visible. I walk out of my bedroom and see Claire in the living room scanning through shows on Netflix. “Heyah.” I say to her.
She turns around and looks at me. “Hey, how are you feeling?”, she asks quite tentatively. I’m a little perplexed by the way she asks, but don’t think much of it.
“I’m feeling pretty good, you?” I reply as I sit on the sofa next to her.
“Not bad.” She says, smiling at me. “Got anything you want to watch tonight?”
“Not off the top of my head, it’s up to you.” I reply. I turn off the lights and she puts on some romantic comedy I’ve never heard of. It’s not too bad, but it’s pretty damn girly. I keep dozing off during the film because I haven’t stopped being tired today. About halfway through the film, Claire leans onto me and almost starts cuddling me. Throughout the second half of the film she tentatively brushes her hand against my chest and my crotch a couple of times. I can’t stop dozing off, and I think being so tired keeps me from getting hard. Not that I want to get a boner, that would be embarrassing if she notices.
I start dozing off right near the end of the film, my eyelids feel way too heavy and I basically pass out. I awake a couple of times, but only drowsily. It almost feels like when I black out drunk sometimes. When I wake up, I’m lying in my bed. I’m not sure how. I look to my right and see my alarm reads 10:36. “Jesus, I slept for like, 14 hours.” I say to myself.
I shift in the bed to get up, and I’m welcomed with a lot of strange feelings. Firstly, I pull off my covers and notice that I’m wearing panties. Then, when I try to sit up, I feel incredibly dizzy. I look down and see that I really wasn’t crazy. My chest definitely looks different. I start panicking, “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. How the fuck did this happen?” My voice sounds weird, almost like it’s higher, and softer. “I-I--I’m a fucking B-Cup!” I yell-whisper to myself. I’m in full panic mode now. I pull down the panties and look down to see if my fears are true. Not exactly. My cock is still there, but it’s small, a lot smaller than it used to be. Then I notice, whenever I turn my head I can feel something brushing against my shoulders. I run towards the mirror and stare back at my reflection in shock. “Oh fuck… How the fuck, how the fuck was I so stupid to not fucking tell anyone about this last night, when--when I could have fucking done something! Oh my fucking god!” I whisper and yell to myself. I still don’t want Claire to realize what’s going on.