I have "Cinderella Syndrome". It's a medical condition of unknown origin that turns me into a woman and back every day at exactly midnight. I hate how this condition has ruined my life. I have had to adjust my schedule to the minute to make sure I get home in time to prepare for HER. As far as I know, she is a distinct and separate identity from me. How do I describe her? Where do I begin?
If this picture is real, then she has long, black hair, an hourglass bod complete with wide, sexy hips, and "mammoth" boobs. I haven't seen anything like her. I can't believe I share a body with someone so hot. Just thinking about her seems to get me so bothered. I've been getting these "hot flashes", something I thought only women get. Is it another symptom?
(Fast forward to 11:55 pm)
As I type this in my journal, it is close to midnight and--
(Stomach groans loudly)
Urgh...
(Waist shrinks as stomach fat melts slowly)
Oh no. Somehow, it's starting early! What do I--?
(Breasts slowly swell)
*Slurrrp* *Slurrrp* *Slurrrp* *Slurrrp* *Slurrrp*
They're getting so big.
(Breasts continue growing as hair slowly cascades down his back)
*Blorrrp* *Blorrrp* *Blorrrp* *Blorrrp*
I totally didn't plan for this. Her boobs will tear my shirt.
*Riiiiiiiiiip*
Everything is getting foggy. I have to...have to...
*Thud*
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