Wake up not feeling yourself - part 1 (Patreon)

Part 2: Coming Soon! (In Progress)

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Eric groaned as the blaring sound of his alarm clock shattered the peaceful silence of his small, cluttered room. He fumbled blindly for the snooze button, his mind still groggy from sleep. "Just five more minutes," he mumbled, his voice hoarse and tired. But something felt... off. His voice was strange somehow, like it belonged to someone else.

He slowly lifted one eyelid to see... the familiar ceiling of his bedroom. Everyrhing looked normal. But then... alarm bells began ringing again reminding him about work and that he can't be late!

He rushed out of bed, throwing off his blanket... and froze. Something wasn't right. Some thing was very wrong. He felt unfamilar sensation... of long, flowing hair running over his face! "What the hell?!" he exclaimed, pulling back the long locks that fell past his shoulders. His voice sounded strange... high pitched! His heart began pumping wildly as he looked down and saw unfamiliar mounds on his chest that seemed like...

"Breasts?! What the fuck?!" His hands instinctively shot to his crotch to discover a terrible truth. There was nothing but empty space! There were no longer any balls... there was no longer even a cock! There was a slit! A womanly slit! He screamed, and his voice came out like that of a woman...

"No... no, this can't be happening," Eric whispered, his voice shaking with fear. This all seemed like some horrible nightmare... For nerd like Eric, who had always been too shy and awkward around girls, something like this was completely unthinkable. "Please, please wake up from this dream," he thought, as he rushed out of the bed and looked at himself in the mirror, only to be met with his female self!

In the mirror stood a slim and very beautiful girl with long dishaved brown hair with wide brown eyes that were full of fear and disbelief. "No... no, no!" His hands, her hands, flew to her face, touching her skin, her full lips, the thick eyelashes. Eric's long hair fell across her face as her hands continued to travel across her body. "This isn't real. I'm still dreaming, I have to be dreaming!"

But it was very, very real. He, rather, she was indeed a girl! "Oh, God... What am I going to do?" She collapsed on her bed, unable to think of what to do next. "What should I do? How am I... damn! My work! I need to call the boss, Mr. Grayson!" Eric thought as he reached out to grab the phone, and dialed boss's number.

"Eric! Where are you?!" Mr. Grayson, his boss, yelled in Eric's ear, and he froze in fear, not knowing what to do, what to say, and how to explain it to his boss. "You better have a damn good reason for being late!"

"Mr. Grayson, I... I can't go in today," Eric stammered, his voice a soft, feminine lilt that made his skin crawl. "I'm not feeling well." It was the only thing he could think of to say.

"What? Who the hell is this?” Mr. Grayson barked. “And why are you calling from Ethan’s phone?”

"I... It's Eric. Eric Cummings," he said, trying to sound more confident. But his voice wavered, sounding too soft, too high.

"Yeah right." The older man chuckled, a dark, mocking sound that sent a chill down Eric's spine. "Very funny, girl! Do you think I'm stupid or what? Tell your boyfriend I'm going to kick his ass when I see him."

"No, no, it’s me, Eric! Really, it is! I..." but Mr. Grayson hung up before he could even finish his sentence.

"Oh, God," Eric moaned, falling onto his bed, "I'm in big trouble. Big, big trouble... what the hell do I do now?" He groaned, clutching his face as his mind raced, thinking about how he was going to be fired now. This damn work was very important and now he fucked up! "Why? Why the fuck this all happens with me?" he thought angrily and sighed deeply as he lay there on the bed and stared at the ceiling, trying to collect his thoughts. "... I should call I need to call Tom..."