Getting up from the chair provided some unusual sensations. The brush of long hair on the back of my neck, an unfamiliar tug and jiggle from my chest, and a soft groping of my crotch confirming a lack of male equipment.
Shuffling my way over to a full length mirror that was propped in the corner of the room, I got myself a good look at the body I now inhabited.
Staring back at me was a beautiful young woman, probably around my own age, straight brown shoulder length hair framing a cute face. A white v-neck t-shirt, slightly tented by a pair of perky breasts.
If I had to estimate from the reflection I'd say they were probably around a B-cup, but from my perspective they were huge.
She, well, I was also wearing a mid-thigh length red-plaid pleated skirt, and a pair of black tights.
I stared in amazement, how was this even possible.
Confusion quickly turned to curiosity. I mean, how often do you get to be someone else, let alone the opposite sex. I was in the body of an attractive woman, and had free reign to explore. This is pretty much every man's dream, though rather twisted.
Gingerly I lifted up the front of the skirt, revealing the flatness of my crotch, twisting sideways and moving the skirt out of the way, I could see my cute round butt, but also got another reminder of the flatness of my frontal area.
Feeling around the waist of the skirt, I found a small button, swiftly I unpopped it and slipped the skirt off.
This was all so alien, yet incredibly exciting. Rubbing my hand on the bare flatness of my crotch was odd, the fabric of the tights was soft, and the panties I was wearing underneath were outlined against my hips.
Pushing my hand down between my legs my fingers met a soft mound, sending a pleasant feeling through my abdomen.
Promptly I removed my hands from my crotch. Looking back to the mirror, the young woman- my face was blushing.
But my eyes were drawn back to the two hills on my chest. Hooking my thumbs into my collar I tried to lever the t-shirt off, only to get caught mid way over my head. With some careful wiggling I managed to free myself from my predicament.
I was wearing a sensible white bra, which I quickly unhooked. The sudden waft of air and the jiggling sensation were slightly arousing, causing my nipples to perk up.
Cupping my right boob in my hand had a pleasing feeling to it, it was sensitive, and soft to the touch.
Once again I felt a nice warm sensation, this time in my chest. But I decided to turn my attention back to the tights.
I needed to see what her- my panties looked like, sliding my fingers around the hem of the tights I peeled them off. The jiggle of my breasts and the view of my soft feminine legs perked my arousal again. Glancing back at the mirror didn't help, seeing the young woman, standing there in just a pair of simple white panties, a blush of excited embarrassment on her face only increased my arousal.
I was suddenly aware of a satisfying warmth in my crotch, and saw a small damp patch forming in the base of my panties.
"oh my..." I whispered to myself, the soft feminine tone of my voice only deepening my arousal.
I had gone too far, I had to know what it felt like.
Hastily I flung the panties off and sat down on the floor. Staring down at my clean shaven crotch, I could make out the lips of the female organ. Hesitantly I probed my finger into my moistening loins, a wave of arousal shot up through my body.
Poking around was unusual yet satisfying, unexpectedly I brushed the side of my hand against my clitoris, sending an intense jolt of pleasure throughout my body. I fell backwards, throwing my hand free of my groin.
And I just laid there, out of breath, a pleasing warmth washing over me, a puddle of my own juices pooling between my legs on the wooden flooring.
I probably shouldn't have gone through with that I thought to myself, currently incapable of getting up.