A Different Start

Taking a slow sip of beer from a nearly empty bottle, Bill stared blankly at the monitor screen where the introductory screensaver was running, a scene with a girl on a highway, standing in front of two sports cars, to give them a signal to start. He had a bad day today and wanted to relax a little bit playing his favorite game and watching a cool intro, which always excited him, especially when the girl, giving the start command, turned and he saw her beautiful breasts under her top.

As a fan of street racing, Bill often thought about how nice it would be to drive in a powerful sports car at breakneck speed down an empty road, leaving behind a crowd of people, and then stop for a girl, pick her up and ... and ... well, and so on. But he didn't even have a license, much less a sports car, and even friends being a very introverted, lonely, and shy guy.

"Damn, why was I born such a loser! I'm a 26-year-old man and I still live at home with my parents. What am I going to do now? Will I spend my life here forever, working at a boring job, then coming home and playing video games all day, and maybe later watching a movie." he muttered sadly, taking another sip of his beer and staring at the monitor screen "they have such a fun life, and they are always doing interesting things, and I ..."

Suddenly video began to slow down and stop, while Bill was surprised, wondering what was wrong with his old computer. The monitor showed a girl holding the starting flags in both hands, standing with her back to the camera in front of two cars.

"You really want to be here?" came a voice from nowhere, and Bill looked around in surprise, trying to figure out where the sound was coming from.

"W-what?! Who's there? Show yourself, where are you hiding?" Bill cried, his voice trembling with fear.

"Answer me! Do you really want to be there, among these cars and the crowd, or not?" the mysterious voice again spoke.

Bill thought it was a practical joke, and it was better to play along, hoping that the one who was playing it would come out sooner or later.

"Well ... Yes, of course, if I could ... I would like to go there ..."

"What are you talking about?! You are already here! Look around!"

The voice suddenly fell silent and Bill realized that he really was standing somewhere on a dark street in front of a bright lights of two racing cars. The noise of voices around and the sounds of roaring engines filled the air.

"Ahm..." he gasped with strange new sounds coming out of his mouth. Something soft touching his shoulders confused him, and his hands felt like they held sticks in them. "What... the..." Bianca said, looking down and realizing what this strange new heaviness on her chest was.

She was wearing a short tight red shorts, a tank top showing her midriff, long hair falling over her shoulders.

"Hey chick! Hurry up and get the race started!" someone shouted, and several voices joined in a chorus. She looked around in shock, not believing what was happening, and saw the faces of the people surrounding her, all of whom were looking at her greedily and lustfully, and someone continued to shout something about the start of the race, looking at her.

"Oh god! I..." Bianca's voice broke off as she tried to keep her balance on her high-heeled boots. "I-I..." she stammered in confusion, then looked at her hands and saw that she was holding flags, apparently meant to start the race. "Oh! Ah! Oh!" she mumbled, then looked at the two cars that had been waiting for her for a while.

Gathering her courage, she raised the flags high above her head, her arms trembling slightly just like her legs. 'Can't believe it! I'm in body of a girl, I have boobs, I'm dressed as a slut and I have to run the race! Oh, fuck!' she thought, lowering her trembling hand, trying to gather the strength to lower the flags and give the command to start.

Cars started moving forward as soon as she lowered the flags, driving quickly past her and leaving her in a thick smoke with the smell of gasoline and burned rubber. She throw the sticks on the ground and put her hands on her knees, lowering her head. Her new boobs jiggled as her breathing quickened and her head began to spin. She felt as if she was going to faint.

"Ohhh..." she groaned, closing her eyes. "Oh god, oh my god!" Bianca grabbed her hair, which was now falling down, then her breasts, and finally her crotch. "Pussy?! Boobs?! Hair?! It's not true! No, it's impossible! What's happening to me?!"

She was confused and shocked, but he quickly returned to the present when she felt how something squeezed her ass. Turning around in surprise, she saw an unknown man smiling at her, who continued to squeeze her buttocks.

"Are you okay, Bianchi?" he said, then moved hugged her, grabbing her waist and pulling her closer to him. "It's time to celebrate!" he said and kissed her on the lips, forcing her to open her mouth.

"Ah! Wh-mphp" she protested, trying to push him away, but he grabbed her wrist with his other hand, pulled her even closer to him and continued to kiss her. "Hmm... Hmm ... Mmm ..." Bianca moaned and squirmed, not knowing what to do and finally stopped fighting, letting the man kiss her, hoping that this is just a dream and when the kiss was over, everything would go back to normal.