She couldn't remember anything; She was a total amnesiac with no memory of how she got where she is now. She had awakened in a hotel room bathed in a red light, stark naked. The only clothes nearby were a pair of "hot pants", tennis shoes, and sports bra with the Los Angeles Lakers logo on it. On the floor was a grey suitcase. Looking down at her body as she lay in bed, she saw she had large breasts, a toned midsection, wide hips, shaven private parts, and long legs. As she kept walking, she tried to probe her mind for some kind of memory, anything at all. Alas, it was all a blur, a total blank. The "Fantasy Motels" claim another unsuspecting victim.
This attractive amnesiac wasn't even a woman when she first visited a "Fantasy Motel". She was, in reality, a college student, on spring break, and biologically and genetically MALE. He was in need of a place to crash after several hours of partying, drinking, and smoking weed, not necessarily in that order. Someone else had suggested that he stay at a nearby motel, neither of them aware that it wasn't an ordinary motel. However, in his altered state, he was in no shape to think. The wasted youth paid the front desk clerk the money necessary for a room, he was given a room key, and he stumbled on his way, while the desk clerk just shook their head in disgust and annoyance.
Having somehow made his way to his room, the party boy walked towards the bed and crashed on it. He didn't even think to change clothes before falling asleep. However, as he slept, something that could only be called supernatural. Each light in the hallway began to flicker at the same time.
As they flickered over and over, they turned red in color. The motel hallways were drenched in ruby red. It was something out of a cheesy horror movie, but it paled in comparison to what happened next. The skin of the unconscious partyer began to move by itself. It bubbled in some places while squirming in others, all the while, the lad continued to slumber. His short, almost nonexistent, hair slowly began to grow out. In seconds, he had a full head of hair. At the same time, however, the hairs of his beard slowly receded into his skin. His beard was gone in mere seconds. But that was just the start of his bizarre metamorphosis.
His spine began to contract, shrinking his stature. The imperfections on his skin began to disappear, making it flawless. His beefy hands shrank in size as well, for the muscles inside had also shrank, leaving them looking petite. Afterwards, his fingernails began to elongate to a woman's nails, albeit not manicured. The fat surrounding his waist had either melted or moved to other areas, like his rear or thighs. His hair had continued growing, reaching his ears by now. In addition, the roots were turning a dirty blonde. As his rear began swelling, two mounds formed on his chest at the same time. With each second, they grew bigger and bigger until they appeared to be DD-cup size. The last of the changes occurred as his "jewelry" shrank into him and reformed into a woman's "unmentionables". At last, the transformation was over, and the red, flickering lights returned to normal. However, the woman that lay on that bed in ill-fitting clothes was still out like a light.
The next day brings us back to the present, where the shapely, well-stocked woman had finally awakened to find herself with amnesia. She wanders around aimlessly with a suitcase and skimpy clothes. Nobody knows what happened to that poor college student who seemingly vanished without a trace. His case has gone arctic cold. As for the woman, she has to start a new life from the bottom. She has to form a new identity, figure out what to do with her life, starting all over again.
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