Unveiled Desires

In the quiet solitude of the dorm bathroom, Katie stood naked before the mirror, her heart pounding in her chest like a trapped bird. The reflection staring back at her was both familiar and alien. The slender shoulders, the cascade of chestnut hair, the eyes that mirrored her shock—yes, those were hers. But the rest... it was as if someone had taken her body and given it to a stranger.

Her gaze drifted down, taking in the sharp planes of her hips, her usually ordinary torso now graced with curves that could make a sculptor weep. And then, there they were—two magnificent mounds of flesh that defied gravity, standing proud and pert, like halved melons on her chest. Her hands reached up tentatively, cupping the weight of them, feeling the heat of her skin, the stiffness of her nipples. She measured them with a shake of her head, her mouth agape at the result—32FF, a size that belonged on the busty actresses on the big screen, not on a woman who had always been blessed with curves, but never like this.

But it was lower down that the real shock waited. Her pubic hair, once a neat, trim triangle, now grew wild and free, obscuring what lay beneath. She parted the thicket with her fingers, gasping at the sight of her cock, full and thick, even in its softened state. She reached out a trembling hand, wrapping her fingers around it, measuring it—six inches, soft. That couldn't be right. She moved her hand up and down, shocked at the heat, the velvety smoothness of the skin, the way it seemed to throb in response to her touch.

She watched in awe as it began to stir, to grow, to thicken. It was as if she were watching a magic trick, a sleight of hand. When it had finished, her hand still wrapped around it, she measured it again. Ten inches. She let go as if it had burned her, her eyes wide with disbelief and fear.

She let out a shaky laugh, some part of her screaming that this wasn't real, that she was dreaming. But the heat in her groin, the throb of her erection, the way her nipples ached to be touched—it was all real. And thank goodness her pussy seemed untouched, familiar and warm, the lips swollen but no different from how she remembered.

Kara walked into the bathroom, catching Katie off guard. She was towel-drying her hair, her jeans and t-shirt.

She caught sight of Katie in the mirror, standing there naked, her front glistening with suds. Her eyes widened, and she quickly looked away, her cheeks flushing. "Katie, I'm so sorry," she stammered, turning to leave. "I didn't know you were in here."

"No," Katie said, her voice thick with panic. She grabbed her towel, wrapping it around herself, hiding the evidence of her transformation. "No, it's okay, Kara. I was just... finishing up."

Kara hesitated, then turned back, her eyes flickering over Katie's body in a way that made Katie blush. Kara caught her gaze, and smiled, too polite to stare, but not quite able to hide her curiosity. She had clearly seen something unusual, but she was too kind to mention it.

Katie struggled to keep her towel wrapped around her, feeling the press of her erection against her thigh. She needed to get out of there, to think, to figure out what was happening to her. "I'll see you later, Kara," she managed, slinking out of the bathroom, leaving Kara alone with her thoughts, and her questions.

In the privacy of her room, Katie collapsed onto her bed, her mind racing. She needed to hide this—this thing between her legs. She couldn't walk around like this, not with her tight jeans, her skirts, her yoga pants. She needed something, an

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