As the city was awakening to John's wish, a late riser was waking up from her midday slumber. Samantha had stayed up far too late the night before grinding in her favorite MMO. Around 3am she had finally been unable to deny her nodding off any longer and had fallen into a deep sleep. She slowly came to her senses, still tired from the night before, and found that she had apparently thrown her blanket over her face in her sleep. Not only that, but all of her pillows were out from under her head too.
Without much finesse she tossed the hefty blanket off her form and onto the cluttered floor. Uncovered, she was greeted with a queer sight. She hadn't realized until now, but she always expected to wake up and see her bust and then the rest of her lower body. This was still somewhat true, except now the breasts hidden under her 'Pro Gamer Moves' shirt were a good foot or so further away than they should be. And her legs really shouldn't have been resting on her pillows, or for that matter, they shouldn't have been attached to her shoulders, feet pointed at the bedpost. She sat up with a jolt, and let out a small shriek as her muscle memory made her upper torso bolt upright and not the part of her that housed her head. As her upper body shifted, then bent in towards her under the weight of her legs, she saw that there was no head coming out of the neck of her shirt. Instead, a mass of untrimmed blonde hair rose above the neckline of the shirt, somewhat hiding the very obvious vagina that was where her neck should have been. It was hers. Had to be, it had the little mole to the right.
Rather than scream further, and because Samantha was a smart girl, she attempted to move her arms behind her head. When she did she found they were bound by something. With a little shuffling she was able to remove the restraint; a pair of panties, hers, with blue polka dots. She tossed them aside. Feeling behind her head, she found what she feared, her soft buttcheeks now resided just below her neck. Carefully, she laid her top half down and lifted her bottom half up, an exertion of will that did not come easily. Going against her body's muscle memory was not an easy task. 'Sitting up' here meaning her pussy was smushed into the bed cloth and her breasts rested on her thighs, she rotated and got off the bed. She wobbled and swayed but was able to gain a semblance of balance. Slowly she made her way to closet mirror and got a good look at herself. It was exactly as she had feared. Her arms and legs had been swapped and her head now occupied her crotch. She blushed as she ran a hand down the back of her neck and felt the tight sphincter residing not to far behind it. However, rather than continue freaking out, as unknown to her so many others had done, she got back on the bed. This new form was interesting to her, and as the rest of the town fell into chaos, Samantha once more bent her upper half forward, finding a newfound flexibility in her new form, and craned her neck towards her approaching chest.
