Waking up in the wrong bed
John woke up, unsure what time it was. This was hardly unusual; ever since Sha'kwai where he'd slept and woken twice a day, his circadian rhythm had been a little bit strange. "Computer, what time is AAAAUUGHHH!!"
"Unable to comply. Please restate your request," the computer replied in a calm, cool voice, in contrast to John's own which was suddenly a lot higher, and a hell of a lot more feminine, than he was accustomed to hearing from his own mouth.
"What the fuck happened to my voice?!" he shrieked, pressing his fingertips to his throat in the vain hope that that would change anything; when he felt the smoothness of the skin there, he shrieked again, wordlessly. His fingers skated over his jaw, noting the distinct lack of stubble, over his lips which were fuller than they used to be, to his hair, which had apparently grown two feet since he went to sleep...
"I'm a girl!"* he cried, grabbing handfuls of the hair to bring in front of his face. "Computer, lights!" The ambient illumination rose slowly, revealing the rich brown hue of his - her - hair. Not ginger.* More importantly, the light revealed some rather more significant features of his new sex. He had tits.
"Computer, lock door," he ordered, stripping off his pajamas. Why would anyone wear pajamas if they had a body like this? He touched his - her - chest, experimentally, fingers stroking over the soft skin--that felt good. She tweaked her nipples, feeling them harden under her fingers as heat began to pool between her legs. One hand slipped lower, exploring--oh. Oh. That was nice. That was very nice indeed...
OOC - Citations:
*Quoted/paraphrased from Doctor Who, "The End of Time, Part 2".
"Unable to comply. Please restate your request," the computer replied in a calm, cool voice, in contrast to John's own which was suddenly a lot higher, and a hell of a lot more feminine, than he was accustomed to hearing from his own mouth.
"What the fuck happened to my voice?!" he shrieked, pressing his fingertips to his throat in the vain hope that that would change anything; when he felt the smoothness of the skin there, he shrieked again, wordlessly. His fingers skated over his jaw, noting the distinct lack of stubble, over his lips which were fuller than they used to be, to his hair, which had apparently grown two feet since he went to sleep...
"I'm a girl!"* he cried, grabbing handfuls of the hair to bring in front of his face. "Computer, lights!" The ambient illumination rose slowly, revealing the rich brown hue of his - her - hair. Not ginger.* More importantly, the light revealed some rather more significant features of his new sex. He had tits.
"Computer, lock door," he ordered, stripping off his pajamas. Why would anyone wear pajamas if they had a body like this? He touched his - her - chest, experimentally, fingers stroking over the soft skin--that felt good. She tweaked her nipples, feeling them harden under her fingers as heat began to pool between her legs. One hand slipped lower, exploring--oh. Oh. That was nice. That was very nice indeed...
OOC - Citations:
*Quoted/paraphrased from Doctor Who, "The End of Time, Part 2".