Girl Pox: Sleazy Slutty Sleepwalker--Chapter One

Story by Hardcover

Okay, after a long wait and a lot of discarded concepts, I finally got to work on the next Girl Pox chapter. In this case I found inspiration from a chapter of Gatcha Gatcha: The Next Revolution, which is usually a source of inspriation for gender swap stories. To change things up a bit, I made the characters horror nerds rather then sci fi geeks. Unfortunately, this story also sort of got away from me. Originally planned to be much shorter, this one kept going and going until it ballooned to a monstrous 78 pages! Given that most people on the net get mad at me when my stories go over one page in length, I decided to split this up into two parts to keep the complaining to a manageable level. I think I've been influence by a lot of the short gender swap stories I've read on Amazon, which might account for this one's length. This part tells the story all the way up to the transformation, while the second part which I will post a little later focuses and what happens afterward. Contains gender transformation, yuri, strait, oral, and anal. Please comment if you like this story.

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GIRL POX::

SLEAZY SLUTTY SLEEPWALKER—

CHAPTER ONE

BY HARDCOVER

Sleepwalking, or somnambulism, is a sleep disorder that occurs in fifteen percent of the population. We’ve all heard about it: It’s most prevalent in children and very rare in adults but there are those who suffer from it. Mostly it’s just getting up and walking around while you’re asleep but there have been stories of people cooking complex meals, driving cars, and even having sex in their sleep. There have even been people who commit violent crimes, up to and including murder, while asleep. Of all sleepwalkers, only three percent are adults, making it a very rare condition indeed. Sleepwalkers are often in a seemingly hypnotic state, and never have any recollection of what they did while sleepwalking, which can often prove embarrassing or down right confusing.

I bring this up because I am one of the unlucky three percent who are afflicted with this, though fortunately not so severe and not so often. Once its onset occurred, I only rarely had an episode, usually months apart. I come from a pretty rich family and have a huge trust fund of my own, so the best doctors were employed and failed to come up with a way to stop it (I should’ve asked for a refund). I also bring it up because my condition played a part, although how big I can’t really say, in the events that befell me during my annual summer get away with friends up at my grandmother’s house out in the country.

There were three of us at first that day, all piled into a large RV that my friend Jason had borrowed from his parents, just like he did every year. Also in the car was my other friend Paul and we were on our way to pick up the other two members of our group, Keith and Matt who lived together just outside of town. We’d all know each other since junior high and every year during the early part of summer we’d take off for my grandmother’s house in the country which she let us use while she went off to vacation in everywhere from the petrified forest to Cancun. While none of my friends were what you could call rich, they treated me just the same as each other, which is how I liked it. It was good fun to have the run of the house to ourselves for the few months that we stayed there, especially when we had some girls with us.

Which, in this case, we unfortunately didn’t. I had just broken up with mine over a stupid fight involving a carburetor (don’t ask), while Jason and Paul, although they liked to pretend to be players, hadn’t been able to get any to come with them this year. But we did have a faint hope that we could either meet some in town near where the house was, or that Keith and Matt would come through and provide us with some eye candy for the stay.

We had no idea that the last option would pan out in a way we never expected.

We’d all known Matt and Keith for the same amount of time. Keith was tall dark haired guy, heavily into metal, punk, goth and anything on that order who usually dressed like a reject from the sex pistols. He had originally been born in England and still had a bit of an accent. Matt was also dark haired but mainly because he was a third generation Korean American, with the emphasis on the American part: He didn’t know shit about Korean culture or language, and mainly knew surfing and partying. Last time I’d seen him he’d colored his hair with a red tint. He was notoriously into the school girl thing, to point where he had a

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