"Pardon?"
The voice in Ethan's head sounded like it was choking on its own spit.
"I said… What the hell is happening to me?" Ethan tried to scream, but everything was already going dark and his throat felt like it had been stuffed with cotton.
The monitors were flatlining
Beep-beep-beep
Then nothing.
Finally, three months of hospital food and debt collectors, and now it was over.
'Good riddance,' he thought. 'At least I won't have to wash anybody's feet like aunty was threatening.'
But the dark didn't stay dark.
A girl's voice popped right into the nothing.
"Uh… okay, wow. Second Chance activated? Foot Goddess Rebirth commencing? Wait, hold on, this request is kinda… messy. Are you sure you want to keep all your memories? Because this is gonna get weird, Ethan. Like, really weird."
Ethan or whatever was left of him, tried to answer.
"What? Who the fuck are you? I'm dead, right? Just let me stay dead, I don't—"
Too late.
Pain slammed into him like a truck doing eighty on the highway.
Bones cracked and stretched.
His chest pushed out until two soft, heavy things were bouncing there like they had a mind of their own.
Between his legs everything twisted, sucked inward, folded into something warm and slippery and way too sensitive.
Hair exploded down his back.
Hips popped wider.
His dick, his poor, useless dick, shrank and shrank and then… just gone. Replaced by folds that tingled even from the air.
He blacked out again. Thank god.
When he woke up the next morning in the hospital room sunlight stabbed through the blinds.
His body felt… wrong.
Too light.
Too curvy.
Breasts, like actual fucking breasts, rose and fell every time he breathed.
Long wavy brown hair kept falling in his face and he kept swatting at it like it was a bug.
"What the actual fuck," he whispered. The voice that came out was soft. Girly. High-pitched. He clapped a hand over his mouth and stared at the ceiling like it might apologize.
The voice was back, giggling now. "Morning, Evelyn! Or Eve? Yeah, Eve sounds cuter. Doctors are calling it a miracle. Ethan Reed flatlined, never woke up. But you? Brand new girl. Paperwork's already changing. Surprise!"
Eve stumbled out of bed on shaky legs that felt too long and too smooth.
The hospital gown swished against skin that was way too sensitive.
She made it to the tiny bathroom and slammed the door.
Mirror time.
The girl staring back was… hot: Nineteen, same age, big hazel eyes, full lips, slim waist, hips that curved out like they were made for trouble and under the gown… C-cups.
Perky and sensitive, she poked one and nearly yelped.
'Oh no. Oh no no no.'
"Go on," the voice, Lila, she called herself, teased. "Touch. You gotta learn the controls, new girl."
Eve's hands shook.
She lifted the gown and touched her smooth stomach, then lower.
Just soft pink folds, already a little wet from nerves.
She stared. Blinked. Stared again.
"This isn't happening," she muttered. "This is a coma dream. Or hell. Or—"
Her finger brushed the little nub at the top and her knees almost gave out. "Holy shit—"
She did it again slower in circles.
The feeling built fast, way faster than anything she remembered as Ethan. Her thighs started trembling. One finger slipped lower, just inside, and she had to grab the sink.
"Oh god… oh fuck…"
It didn't take long. Thirty seconds, maybe.
The orgasm hit sharp, wet, ridiculous and her new pussy clenched around nothing and a tiny whimper escaped her throat. Warmth trickled down her leg.
She stared at the mirror, cheeks burning, panting like she'd run a marathon.
The girl in the reflection looked dazed. Flushed and kinda slutty, honestly.
'Great. I died a loser and woke up a horny girl. Perfect.'
Lila laughed in her head. "Cute little show! But that was just the tutorial. Wait till you see what I have planned once those pretty hands start touching other girls' feet."
The door opened.
Aunt Sophia walked in, eyes red, looking like she hadn't slept in a week. Same black blouse, same tight pencil skirt, same "I'm one bad day from snapping" energy.
She stopped when she saw Eve standing there with the gown still half-lifted.
"The doctors called it a miracle," Sophia said quietly, voice cracking.
"They said Ethan… didn't make it. But you woke up. They ran every test twice. You're my niece now. Evelyn Reed. Eve." She swallowed hard.
"I buried my sister and brother-in-law yesterday. I'm not burying you too but I'm not running a charity, either."
Eve yanked the gown down so fast she almost tripped. "Aunt Sophia, wait I— this body— I don't even—"
"Tomorrow morning," Sophia cut in, firm but tired. "My salon's two blocks from Crestwood College and it's dying. You're washing feet. Same job I was gonna give Ethan. No free rides, loser. Get used to the new name, the new… everything. I left clothes in the bag. Don't make me regret this. I've already lost too much."
She turned to leave, then paused. "And Eve? Try not to freak out in front of the nurses. They think you're a miracle. Let's keep it that way."
The door clicked shut.
Eve sank down on the closed toilet, thighs still shaky from the aftershocks.
She looked at her hands, the same hands that had just made her come like a girl, and then back at the mirror.
Lila's voice returned, softer but still teasing. "Not bad for day one, new girl. But that was the warm-up. The Pleasure Pedicure System is about to make your life very, very interesting. Try not to touch yourself in the salon tomorrow, okay?"
Eve closed her eyes. Her heart was racing in her new softer chest.
Tomorrow she was going to be on her knees washing some college girl's sweaty feet while stuck in this ridiculously sensitive body.
She didn't know whether to laugh, cry, or touch herself again right now.