Mark was sure he had to be dreaming. There was no way he could’ve become a woman instantaneously. Even if he had, these breasts didn’t even look anywhere close to real -- or, for that matter, even possible. Yet as he took off the sweater to reveal the giant orbs and then giving them a giant squeeze, it sure felt like they were real. The nice, pleasurable shock that tingled through his body as he gave the squeeze told him that he wasn’t dreaming either. Of course, he had so many questions. How did this happen? Whose body was this? How long was he going to be stuck like this? Where was his own body?
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