Much like other nights, Sam found himself alone. Despite it being behind him, the young man could never shake off that high school mentality. Perhaps that was why his thoughts went to his old bully, or more accurately the mother of his old bully. Sam hated to admit it, but ever since he laid eyes on Ms. Martin, he’s been smitten with her and he always found himself to her Facebook page during more... intimate moments. He was so practiced in this, he even had a picture in mind: an old beach vacation photo. Sam’s wide face flushed with excitement before he could finish typing. Everything was ready as he flopped onto his bed, laptop next to him, and…

“Huh, what?” A wave of dizziness overtook Sam as his perspective radically changed. He was suddenly in a parked car? But an even bigger surprise awaited him as he looked down to see two distinctive lumps coming out of his chest. This much of a shock would rattle anyone, but in the moment Sam was driven by his baser instincts. As a holdover from his activities in his old body, he felt himself grow damp, a novel sensation. He wasted no time tearing off the tube top, releasing his new sizable bust. He caressed his midriff, marveling at how toned and hairless it was. He was unfamiliar with such smooth, and was swimming in delight as he pawed at himself. His slender hands found its way lower, and with a lucky graze, an electric shock of pleasure coming from his crotch.  

“If this is a dream,” Sam cooed, feverishly probing himself, “I sure as Hell ain’t wakin’ up!”