Sophie Turner Requested by Josef Zápotocky

I met Sophie Turner at a celebrity signing. 

She seemed to look into my soul and see the real me. 

I never thought I would see her again. 

Then she appeared in my room. 

I thought I was having a dream. 

She told me that when she met me, she could see my soul was hurting. 

She told me she knew what I wanted and what I needed to make me whole again. 

She told me to go to sleep, and when I woke, the world would be different for me. 

I worked the next day in a bed that was not my own, feeling all strange and horny. 

I pulled back the sheets and discovered I had a nice pair of breasts and a smooth, wet pussy.

Despite the fried, I did not climb out of bed straight away. 

I played with my new breasts.

I squeezed my new nipples; they made me whimper, and I stroked my wet pussy.

I inserted two fingers knuckle deep, which made me see heaven for the first time. 

It was only when I got out of bed on unsteady legs that I caught my reflection in the mirror.

I noticed who I was. 

Somehow, I had become her.

I could not help but wonder if she had become me?