After the great shift swept over North America I went from being a US postman to be an Inuit female in Alaska with a family and Culture I did not understand in a body that is so alien to me that it frightens me.
The inuits village I now find myself in has basic technology and we only found out about the great shift on a emergency radio broadcast.
Every time I see my new body in the mirror I just want to cry.
This girl's family will not let me have any privacy they all take it in turns to keep an eye on me.
So I've made my mind up I'm setting off to the nearest swap Centre to claim my identity.
I cannot wait for the mobile service to reach us so that is why I am riding an ass and freezing my new tits off heading for Anchorage and some sort of normality.
But god damn it does my new fanny hurt riding this saddle & my new tits will not stop bouncing left right and centre how do women cope with these unruly things?
The inuits village I now find myself in has basic technology and we only found out about the great shift on a emergency radio broadcast.
Every time I see my new body in the mirror I just want to cry.
This girl's family will not let me have any privacy they all take it in turns to keep an eye on me.
So I've made my mind up I'm setting off to the nearest swap Centre to claim my identity.
I cannot wait for the mobile service to reach us so that is why I am riding an ass and freezing my new tits off heading for Anchorage and some sort of normality.
But god damn it does my new fanny hurt riding this saddle & my new tits will not stop bouncing left right and centre how do women cope with these unruly things?
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