Chapter 1: Introduction
Martinez jerked awake, his heart pounding against his chest like a drum in a samba parade. The sun was a harsh intruder, streaming through the window, blinding him with its intensity. He blinked, his eyes adjusting to the light, and the first thing he saw was the unfamiliar curve of his body beneath the sheets. His skin was smooth and bronzed, and his legs were long and shapely, with a mound of dark curls peeking out from between them.
What the fuck?
He looked down at his body, his eyes widening in disbelief.
His broad, muscular chest was gone, replaced by a pair of full, round breasts, their dark nipples erect and sensitive. He tentatively touched one, gasping at the electric jolt that shot through him. His hands were trembling as he traced the curve of his hip, the swell of his ass, and the thick thighs that had always been his pride and joy on the football field.
But something was off. He felt different. He felt... hungry. Not for food, but for something primal, something raw. Something he couldn't quite put his finger on.
He looked around his room, his eyes landing on the wardrobe in the corner.
It was filled with clothes he didn't recognize - tight skimpy dresses, short shorts, and lingerie that left little to the imagination. He swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. He felt a strange, insatiable craving, one that made his body ache and his pussy throb.
He stood up, the sheet falling to the floor, leaving him naked. He stepped towards the wardrobe, his eyes scanning the rack of clothes. He pulled out a black lace bra and panty set, his fingers brushing against the soft fabric. He slipped the bra on, his hands automatically cupping his breasts, pushing them up.
The lace was cold against his skin, but the way it hugged his curves made him feel... sexy. He put on the panties next, the lace thin and barely covering his pussy. He bent over to look in the mirror, and he saw his ass on display, the panties riding up high on his hips. He could see the shadow of his pussy lips through the lace, and it made his heart race.
He pulled out a red dress next, the material thin and silky. It was short, barely covering his ass, and tight, hugging his curves in a way that made him feel exposed and vulnerable.
He slipped it on, the fabric sliding up his thighs, the hem stopping just shy of his pussy. He turned to look at himself in the mirror, and what he saw made him gasp.
He looked fucking hot.
His skin was a warm, golden brown, his curves accentuated by the tight dress. His tits spilled over the top, the swell of his ass visible beneath the short hem. He felt a deep, primal hunger stirring inside him, a craving that made his pussy wet and his nipples hard.
He needed to get out of here. He needed to find someone to satisfy this ache.