“I want to become the woman I’ve been jerking off to in my head, exactly as i picture her" (Patreon)

“I want to become the woman I’ve been jerking off to in my head, exactly, and wake up already used to her.”

The heart on the choker burns. Then the bathroom is gone.

You are in a gym mirror. Black cap on your head. Long dark hair under it, straight, past your shoulders. Orange crop top over a black one. Black pants. Phone in your hand. You already know this face. Full lips. Dark eyes. You remember putting the cap on. You remember this body.

The change still hits, even with the memories.

Your chest pushes out fast under the orange top. New tits swell heavy and round, big enough to fill the low neckline and press together. The fabric is tight. Your nipples rub the black layer under it and get hard. You cup one. Soft. Warm. Heavy in your hand. When you let go it bounces and the top shifts. It feels good. You remember they have always felt like this, and you also remember they didn’t, ten seconds ago.

Your waist stays tight. Your hips and ass grow until the black pants are snug. You turn a little. The ass is round and full, the kind that fills the seat of the pants and moves when you shift your weight. You reach back and grab. Your fingers sink in. A warm pulse goes straight between your legs.

Down there finishes while you watch. Your cock throbs, shrinks, and pulls in. A new slit opens, hot and already wet. The old part is gone. You know what is there now. You have used it before, in the memories. You have never used it, in the ones from this morning.

Heat hits so hard your knees bend. You drop into a squat in front of the mirror, same as the picture, phone still up. The pants pull tight across your ass and thighs. Your tits strain the orange top. You can’t wait.

You hook the waistband and pull the pants and underwear down to your knees. Cool air hits wet skin. In the mirror you see all of it: cap, dark hair, orange top packed full, thick thighs, and the bare pussy between them, pink and slick.

You rub with two fingers. Slow at first, then faster, right on the small spot at the top. It feels bigger than anything you had before. Your tits bounce in the top every time your hand moves. Your ass flexes. The first climax comes quick. Your legs shake. A sound slips out. Wetness coats your fingers. You don’t stop.

The second builds right on top of the first. You press harder. Watch yourself in the glass, mouth open, chest heaving. It breaks and your whole body tightens. Your new cunt pulses around nothing. You keep rubbing.

The third takes longer. Your clit is swollen and too sensitive, but you don’t move your hand. You roll over it until the heat snaps again. This one rolls through your belly, your tits, your ass. You cum with your eyes on the mirror, pants at your knees, three times in a row, shaking.

You stay there, fingers wet, breathing hard. The choker is still warm on your throat.

You think it plain. This is amazing. I can get used to this.