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Something isn't right. He realises that before he's even awake. He's been having fractured, strange dreams and he wakes up, pressing the curtain of hair back from his face. He frowns. He stretches. He suddenly...
What the fuck?
He sits up in bed, looking down at himself. His t-shirt swaps him and there's...A swipe of his hand down his front reveals...tits? And hair tumbled around his face.
"What the fuck?" he says, note of panic in his voice as he sits all the way up in bed.
What the fuck?
He sits up in bed, looking down at himself. His t-shirt swaps him and there's...A swipe of his hand down his front reveals...tits? And hair tumbled around his face.
"What the fuck?" he says, note of panic in his voice as he sits all the way up in bed.