Dreaming of Girls – Transfer Fetish, Transformation Fantasies

I didn’t know what was wrong with me. I felt odd. I had a ki.ller headache, and no matter what I did, I couldn’t get rid of it. My last solution was to lie down, take a nap, and hopefully wake up feeling better.
(POV) I slept all night. When I woke up, I was bleary-eyed. I let out a soft yawn, and pulled down the covers to get some breakfast. I looked down to see a HUGE inflation under my shirt, “What…?” My voice! I didn’t sound like that. I grabbed at the mounds, and then unbuttoned my shirt. Two gigantic tits stared back at me. I had to be dreaming. There was no way this could happen.
I pulled back my pajama pants to expose a…vagina? Wait, where was my dick? My balls? I found my hands groping and fondling my new tits. This surely had to be a dream, right? No one just wakes up a different gender. If it was a dream, I had to take advantage of it. I wanted to explore this new, female body.
My tits were HUGE. Even if I wasn’t dreaming, I couldn’t be mad with tits like this. My hands slid down my stomach, and I rubbed my clit. I always wondered what it would feel like. I felt a wave of sensation go through my body.
My skin was so soft and so smooth. I couldn’t stop touching my body. I turned to the side to find a nice, big, round ass. This was too real. This couldn’t be a dream. Was…my face…a girl? I rushed to the bathroom to see.
I looked in the mirror. I’m a girl!? I panicked, looking at all of my feminine facial features. I even had…purple hair? How did this happen? I had to fix it, but what if I couldn’t? Would I be a girl forever?