Porn Princess

It was still night. I was light headed. It felt like I was still a bit drunk, everything was a bit out of focus. Something didn't feel right. Everything felt off-balance. The place looked vaguely like my apartment, except most of my furniture and electronics were missing, and on the wall was a large mirror that wasn't there before. This couldn't be my apartment. I pushed myself up to look in the mirror, and what I saw staring back at me was unbelievable.

Sitting on the couch across from me was one of the hottest chicks I'd ever seen, she had super-long, wavy brown hair, rounded plump cheekbones, thick, plump seductive lips, wearing a sexy satin, maroon and black, cocktail dress with a poofy crinoline skirt, long black silk stockings with black bows at the top where the garters attached, and black patent leather high heeled ankle boots. I looked down, at myself. I had tits!!! How the fuck did I have tits?? I felt them, they felt real...not like implants or breast forms, but squishy flesh and blood boobs - Full C's by the look of them. I looked down and on the sides of my boots were little silver padlocks, preventing me from unzipping them and getting them off. That was a little strange. I slowly stood up, tried to get my balance on those heels, and admired myself in the mirror. I had to be dreaming. I was gorgeous! A flood of emotions poured over me. I wasn't sure if I was elated, or horrified.

"What the fuck, is going on?" My voice sounded weird...like Mickey Mouse.

I laughed out loud, and it also had a cartoonish timbre. I was definitely on something. That tranny bitch, must have given me LSD, or Shrooms, or something.

"What the fuck, indeed?" A male voice that sounded weirdly familiar emanated from the kitchen. To my horror, out of the kitchen walked Patrick with my laptop.

"Ya know Dan, It took my private investigator 6 months to dig up your little fetish."

"What are you...?" I stopped as my voice again sounded like a cartoon.