With growing dread, Jamie hooked slender thumbs with pointed nails under the black silk of the underwear, and looked down between the mounds of flesh on his chest as he slid the fabric down over wide hips and a swollen ass.
Jamie already knew that it wasn’t there anymore, the foreign sensations between smooth legs had been evidence enough, but it would not be real until Jamie’s eyes beheld the flat crotch divided by a feminine slit that he now possessed.
Why had this happened? Who had done this? How had they done this? Where was he?
Jamie beheld an unfamiliar city-scape out the window of the Hospital room where he had just awakened. The last thing he remembered was going to sleep in a Hotel room on business travel.
Jamie’s investigation was cut short by the voice of a nurse.
“Doctor! She’s awake!”
With shock, Jamie realized that “She” meant him and that, now, the pronoun was accurate.
What was going on?