My New Body, Ch. 1: Emilia

Prologue

Day 0, Friday

I shivered. Since yesterday the air hadn’t gained any new warmth again. Before I opened the red door, I took a last look at the evening sky. It was dark-blue, streaked by cotton-like strings, clouds reflecting the city lights, which were all that hindered the city from sinking in absolute darkness. Sludge filled the alleyway, a remnant of the storm flooding the streets of downtown yesterday, my pants already were all muddy from working all day in it.

The hallway of the former hotel smelled musty when entering, the walls had ugly spots of chipped grout in them, making me wonder how they got there. I faintly greeted Katy, the receptionist, before heading to my object of interest. On my way to the second floor some of the girls tried to ensnare me, but I was only interested in one of them.

“Hi, Amy,” I said as I opened the door to her room. She sat on the edge of her bed and stopped adjusting her garter when she saw me. I could see how uncomfortable she was to see me. She knew me pretty well: Matthew Hunnie, 26 years old, construction worker. I was aware that I was sweaty, dirty and a little unkempt, but what else do you expect after a hard day of work? Also, Amy was a hooker, she had probably much worse clients every day, at least I was not fat or something. She looked so cute when she was grossed out, but it was obvious that the thing troubling her wasn’t my appearance at all, rather a personal matter between the two of us.
I visited the young, busty redhead as often as possible to relax after work, it didn’t take much until she became the only girl I came here for. The special feature that attracted me towards her wasn’t the perfect aura of youth that surrounded her. It was her attitude of no matter how scared and grossed out she was of a client or what he did to her, she would submit to it. You wanted to beat her up? No problem, she would hold back her tears while you did it and cover her black eyes with make-up when you were finished. I knew this and took the last bit of dignity that she had left every time I visited her. Because of this she developed a severe hatred against me, but if she was so haughty to serve me every other day despite her hate, it was her own fault. Her feelings weren’t my problems.

“Hello Matt,” she just said, standing up and running her hands over the skirt of her maid dress.

I took out my purse, handed over some notes and grinned,

“The same as always, I can’t wait to see the cute whore you are choking on my cock!”

She tried to keep her fake smile up with all power but she couldn’t hide the disgust in her face as she took the 200 bucks. Her other hand ran through her hair and she closed her eyes, not for the act but being honestly tired. I wondered how many clients she already had served today? She was by far the most beautiful harlot of the house. With a dry voice she said,

“Well, let me just…”

She went over to her nightstand to hide the money before we started. I couldn’t let my eyes from her pale legs and the shape of her ass under her skirt while she was walking, then even bending over. She took too much time rummaging around in the drawer, her juicy ass jiggling up in the air, so I decided to take action by myself. I pushed myself on her, my already hard cock rubbing through the fabric of my pants and her skirt against her ass, then bended forward to lick her face off, which would disgust the crap out her.

But suddenly she turned around and rammed her hand onto my chest, right where my heart was and I felt a horrifying stitch where she was holding her hand. I looked down to see a small needle being sticking in my body, then I looked her right into the face full of fear. Cold crept up all my limbs.

“What is this?” was all I could say as I opened my hands, causing my purse to fall on the ground.

She laughed.

“Do you know why I never stopped serving you?” She paused but I was frozen and couldn’t answer, so she just continued talking.

“You would just have chosen another poor girl as your victim. I couldn’t do else than sacrifice myself every week from new.” Amy shook her head. “You fucked and beat the shit out of me every other day and made me almost suffocate on your disgusting meat, but not anymore!”

She tipped another time at my chest, right next to the needle.

“The poison made its way directly into your heart and is now spreading all over your body. When you will get unable to breathe, you maybe feel what I felt every time you came here…”

She turned around and stared to the wall, completely ignoring my trembling body.

“If you hurry, you maybe get to die in an ambulance rather than in the streets or in a whorehouse.”

I still couldn’t move in panic. I thought of what to do, if I was really doomed the best would be to try to kill Amy as well in revenge, or just to stay in her room so she would get jailed up, but if there was the slightest chance I could…

From one second to another I sprinted out of the room and down the hallways. The next hospital was just a couple of streets away. I felt my throat tightening. As I left the “Maiden’s Secret” it had started to rain again and as I stumbled through the mud, my vision became blurry and the street lights started to burn like little suns in my eyes. My whole body felt as if it was torn apart and finally I couldn’t feel anything anymore. I felt onto my knees, then my face fell into the mud, my arms reached out for the air and when I looked up, I saw the blurry image of a young woman grinning down to me.
An angel! She had come down from heaven to save me! At least I thought so at first. But instead of doing anything, she just kept on her sinister smile and watched me until the world turned black and I finally stopped moving.

Chapter 1: Emilia

Day 1, Saturday

The moment I opened my eyes my jaw dropped and I sucked in as much air as a jet turbine. I kept breathing heavily for about two minutes and never stopped being dizzy.
I almost instantly noticed that I was in my bed, wrapped up in my blanket. Was this all just a dream? I threw a glaze at my alarm clock, stating that it was Saturday, 9 in the morning.
I often had dreams that felt as if they were real and this also wasn’t the first I died in, but if it really wasn’t real, what had I done yesterday? I tried to remember, but I had no other memories then my horrifying visit to Amy.

My body felt oddly heavy, especially my shoulders and my ass. I was all wet in sweat but the worst part was my crotch. Had I pissed myself? I felt quite numb down there and couldn’t really believe it, still I was grossed out. While turning around so that I could get out of my blanket, I noticed that for some reason, I wore a shirt but no pants. This got weirder and weirder. I stopped moving when I laid under the bedcover for that I felt out of energy and stayed like this for a couple of minutes.
When I finally got to throw away the blanket, I looked down at my body and saw… tits.
Not the birds, the body part. Thinking that I couldn’t see right, I got my hands under my shirt and felt my chest, just to realize that the firm breasts with their puffy pink nipples were completely real and that my arms looked oddly slender and feminine. My head stopped spinning around for that it was filled with nothing but fear.

Although nobody was around I made a horrified face, my hands now ran over my body, my skin felt smooth, I noticed that I had a waist and that my legs had changed as much as my arms. I got up to watch myself in the mirror and was shocked. In the mirror I saw a woman that looked exactly as if she was my twin sister! She had my blue eyes, her hair was of the same blonde as mine, neat (okay, that was a difference) and reached down to her waist, she had a nice pair of firm tits hidden under the nightshirt and smooth vanilla skin as I had before hard work wore it out. Was this me? With an equal amount of terror and suspense-filled fascination I lifted the shirt and revealed my crotch. I was wearing white panties that had a big wet spot on them. That wasn’t pee.
My heart beat faster and faster as I slowly pulled down the underwear and saw ever clearer the pink slit between my legs. My right hand wandered down and felt was what there. No cock, no balls either (it would have been kinda weird), I had a blank girlish pussy. I swallowed. I had expected nothing else after seeing myself in the mirror, but still…

I felt humiliated. Violated. I was trapped in the body of a young woman. What had happened to me? Out of shame I fell onto my knees, my hand still between my legs, which made me instantly think of a hooker going down to suck cock. I pressed my legs together with force. I don’t wanted this. I wanted to be strong, independent… The thought of how I treated other women earlier flashed my mind. Amy’s desperation whenever I visited her… I now was one of those unfortunate creatures, created to carry and bear children, merely a shadow of the men around them.