I looked at the strands for a second before my eyes slipped past to my hand, it seemed dainty and above the wrists was brown cuffs. Followed by long blue sleeves. Leading my eyes down to my body to see that I now wore a blue jumpsuit accompanied by a golden stripe straight down the middle of the outfit with a zip. Running my hands over the suit's surface. From the stomach to the top, while doing so felt my hands curve slightly as it passed over the chest. Looking below the zip, saw that the chest area seemed to bump out slightly- I moved my hands back over and gave it a press. Feeling more mass then I definitely ever had before. Without a second thought, my hand shot down between my legs. Feeling nothing. Empty between. My eyes widened in shock as I confirmed my suspicions. "No. . No. No! NO! No fucking way!" I exclaimed in disbelief, realising I was inhabiting the body for a woman.
After some moments. Probably a fairly long time, calmed down ever so slightly. Still absolutely bewildered by this new body I was in. Began to think about the more answerable questions like where am I and who am I? Not the how. Because this situation seemed impossible.
There was no indication on where I was. No apparent landmark, signs or anyone to ask. So I resorted to figuring out who I am. I looked over the outfit. Starting on the collar saw the number '33' written in gold. This whole outfit looked akin to one you'd see in Fallout. . Putting together that fact and where I seemed to be. Additionally, considering the fact I'm a woman. To believe I was inside the universe of Fallout was believable. And I did. It was literally a vault jumpsuit.
I had a moment of rememberence finally looking back to my arms seeing on the left forearm was a device that looked like a 1-1 replica of a Pip-boy. Messing with it for a few seconds got it to work. And it seemed like the real deal. "No way. ." I muttered going over it for a moment with a look of amazement. I eventually moved it back down, it didn't unfortunately give me a clue of who I was though.
"And who might I be. ." I spoke aloud as I thought, the voice seemed recognisable. I just couldn't put my finger on it right away but eventually I realised "I sound like Lucy Maclean!"
All that excitement of being in Fallout, having a pip boy etc. Soon disappeared as it dawned on me after a few minutes walking. I was in a barren wasteland with nothing of note for miles and miles. .
With a stroke of luck I had managed to stumble across some source of water although in some flooded ruins. I knelt down for a minute to inspect the water. Only for a minute. Until I heard a sound behind me, turning felt my heart drop as I found myself looking down the barrel of a firearm. Looking up to the person in possession of the weapon. "Hey-" I manage to mutter out finding my breathing grow heavier "Please don't shoot me. . ." I trembled out.
I stood upon the edge of a cliff, uneven rocky surface. Overlooking the narrow sea basked in the orange hue of the setting sun over the horizon of a clear sky, enhancing the small ripples of the water. I remained there deep in thought, many a scenairo running laps around my mind regarding my situation and any possible escape.
Alas, my chest began to rise sharper as my breathing grew heavy and deep as I began to fully comprehend my circumstance. I was truly stuck here; not just in some foreign city or country. It was a whole different world. Different cultures, rules, and period of time, then I was accustomed to. Unaware if any other soul was destined to the same fate as myself in this strange world.
It all began the moment from the moment my head hit the pillow after a long day at an office job because truly at heart and mind I was an average everyday man in his 20s who makes an honest living as an accountant. Although, that all changed when I woke up.
The next time eyes fluttered open, I was greeted by the expected daytime sunlight, except I was no longer within the confines of my bedroom walls. I felt the lower half of my body was very warm, and a glance down confirmed at the hip was submerged in steaming hot water contained within a bathtub. Although, that's not what garnered my attention. It was the fact I noticed that my proportions seemed off...
My hips now appeared to have more width to them, although I put that down to the water's illusion with it's refraction. I drawed my focus away from my pelvis and looked closer to where my eyes were now locked onto the torso. Where I once dawned a flat chest that was covered by the many hairs grown over, now hung two breasts. Clear to see and difficult to deny that they were connected to my body. And without a doubt, not the kind you gain by putting on a tonne of weight. They, too, were partially blocked by hair but not that of rough bodily growth. It appeared to drape down from shoulders. Soft, well-maintained, and of an eye-catching icy blonde. Brushing it to the side felt the light graze of my fingertips against the skin hidden behind the hair, soft supple skin of the breast is what my finger made contact with. And I felt it. Without a doubt, it was my own, although it shouldn't be.
I was a man, after all.
My gaze returning past the new additions momentarily found my stomach of a similar flat, albeit smoother and a more defined curve at the waist. With the tilt of my head to gain a better viewpoint, my leg followed suit to support my new angle. Upon doing so, I noticed the absence of what should have made contact with my thigh. I was slowly putting the pieces together like a puzzle, and I had just found the last piece to solve it. A shaking hand began to move toward the legs, aiming for between, unsure if it wanted to confirm what it believed. Then the palm landed right upon it's target.
'Nothing.' I thought in terror, speechless. Although it was very much an absence, not nothing. I was able to guess quickly what was instead in its place. And the thought was terrifying to think about. Fortunately or perhaps, unfortunately, I was broken out of my deep pondering about this sudden life crisis I found myself in by the voice of a stranger.
The woman who I learned was a servant of sorts had informed that I was to get washed, dressed, and ready to meet a potential husband for me to be wedded to. Understandbly, in the state of confusion, shock, and disarray, I wasn't really eager to follow that list. I didn't respond to her. She wandered near due to my lack or reply to offer her assistance with my hair.
Once I had gotten washed and dried, I was presented with a dress: Material was sheer and the neckline was deep in a V-shape. Which I begrudgingly put it on before heading out to the front of the building I had woken up within. Where I then waited amongst many strangers on the arrival of this apparent arranged marriage.
Once they had arrived, I was inspected like someone purchasing some item or property. And that's how it felt. Apparently, I suited whatever requirements they had. And later on that day I found myself married to some man I had never seen before till today.
This leads to where I am, trying to process the day's events, where on Earth I am even if this is the planet I know, etc.
-in our room. Apparently, they had received a tip on our deceptive way of staying of their radar. They didn't have the evidence and wanted to catch us off via. Conversations, interactions, etc.
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Luckily, I spotted it just before you got home. Unfortunately, the only plan I had was intimacy. Prior to this, it had been reserved to a simple hug or kiss to keep up the charade in public having to continue their relationships. I can only imagine your surprise and most likely enjoyment out of this mishap.
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I greeted you right at the door when you arrived. It's not like I ever did. In this manner, at least. A tight hug, a kiss disguised, so I was able to whipper in your ear. "Follow my lead. This house is rigged. Now, smirk.' I instructed to make it seem like a naughty suggestion before moving away with a wink matched with a suggestive grin.
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Eventually, we found ourselves in the bedroom. Slowly undressing, trying to make the act sexy and alluring to my partner in crime and friend. My eyes wandered away, unable to keep eye contact up. This just felt incredibly awkward. Once I got the clothing from under my feet. I gazed back over to you, putting a more stern and serious tone. "Shall we then?~"