Let's Play "Guess Who Has A New Penis"! Who: Giselle and John What: Giselle is confused... When: Sunday Afternoon Where: The Stables Rating: R? There may be some inappropriate private part showcasing. Status: Incomplete
When Giselle had woken up that morning she hadn't immediately noticed anything strange. Her body was a little stiff, but other than that, there were no instant alarm bells. The animals still gathered at the edge of her bed and chittered noisily at her. It still saddened her that they couldn't speak to her. She swung her legs out of bed, and when she looked down at them, peeking out of her little pink silk pajama shorts, she was alarmed. They were much bigger than they had been the night before and they were covered with wiry red hair. She wondered why her legs were so swollen and hairy when they hadn't been before.
She got out of bed and felt her center of gravity shift slightly. She had to take a few minutes and gather her balance before she could walk to the bathroom. When she got in there, she screamed. The first look in the mirror told her that she was looking at someone completely different than herself. Broad shoulders with flat pectorals where her breasts had been before tapered into a muscled stomach and straight hips. Her thighs stretched out the material of her pajama bottoms and her chest had ripped the flimsy material of her top up the sides. She looked like a female Incredible Hulk.
She touched her face, then touched the mirror and then touched her face again. She looked behind her, trying to determine if it was some trick of her mind, or someone playing a prank on her. She turned the faucet on and splashed water on her face, but her face was still as changed as the rest of her. She had a stronger jawline, a small amount of red stubble on her cheeks, but still a wild length of long red hair. Her eyes were the same blue, but she was changed. It startled her, scared her. She could do nothing for a full hour, but stare at herself.
And then she felt her bladder contract with the need for release and she glanced down at the bulge in her shorts. She shuffled to the toilet and sat down. It took a moment to realize that she was peeing all over the floor before she began to panic. She leaped up and turned around, trying to aim for the toilet bowl without actually touching the foreign appendage. There may have been a singular drop that landed in the toilet, but most of it was on the floor and walls. She was panicked and crying, falling on her knees to clean up her mess.
She got into the shower after cleaning up the bathroom and tossed her ruined clothes in the trash. She washed her body, every inch of it, discovering the foreignness of it. Muscles in places there hadn't been muscles, and this... thing between her legs. She was afraid to touch it for the most part, gingerly washing around it but feeling it stiffen slightly under her soapy hands. She was again frightened and rinsed off before jumping out of the shower. She wanted to run away from herself, but it wasn't possible.
She dressed in a dress that was loose and billowy on her normally, but fit more snugly on this new body. She decided against shoes because none of them fit her larger feet. When her stomach began to grumble, she knew she had to get out and get some food. She didn't really notice the strange looks of the people she passed as she walked toward the Cafe, she was staring at her feet, trying to make them walk normally. Instead they flopped like she was wearing flippers.
She grabbed a breakfast burrito to go and ate it on the way to the stables, she wanted to go somewhere to think. She was standing with her back to the doors, leaning over the door of the stable her favorite horse was in, her long red hair still curly and luxuriant as ever, if a bit out of place on the bigger mass of her new body.