Jessica examined herself in shock, playing with her hair as she stared at the sexy Asian girl looking back at her in the bathroom mirror. “Jesus, I’m... I’m hot! And my tits...” her eyes wandered down her body, drinking in her own sexy exposed cleavage. Reaching down she opened the front of her sweater and looked down at her breasts, giving them a squeeze to confirm that the soft, perky D-cup knockers on her chest were real. Then, she moved past her slender waist and traced the flat space between her thighs that betrayed the lack of any male organs. Feeling for her vagina, she curiously felt for her labia and gasped in pleasure as her index finger brushed against her clit through her tight leggings. “...Oh my god. What happened to me?”

Thinking back to what might have caused her sudden change, she began to tracing her steps back to the airport to see where everything had gone wrong. Up until a few minutes ago she was a guy named Rich, a 25-year old single financial consultant who took frequent trips to nearby cities for business. Having taken flights hundreds of times, he was constantly getting impatient with other travellers who took their time and earlier that day Rich had already been running late. He was cutting it close when a family of Asian tourists in front of him in line at the baggage check were struggling to communicate with the airport staff and were taking a lot longer than usual. Tapping his foot impatiently, he eventually had enough. “Oh for fuck’s sake, hurry up! You Asians are always so slow about this stuff!” He didn’t really mean it, but he was frustrated enough to lose his temper. Looking back at that moment, he remembered some hippy lady standing behind him in line who had shaken her head and muttered something under her breath, whispering “You racist young fool. You’ll regret that...”

At first he hadn’t thought much of it, but looking at her gorgeous face in the mirror and gazing at her delicate, clearly Oriental features, she assumed that the hippy must have cast some sort of revenge spell on her to teach her a lesson. One second she was in the middle of reading some pulp mystery novel in her seat, and the next she was... this. And now she was trapped in the middle of a flight, sitting next to some tall, handsome white guy who insisted he was her boyfriend and mentioned her name was Jessica. She had managed to excuse herself to the airplane bathroom to gather her bearings but now somebody was knocking on the door, complaining about how long she was taking.

Stepping out she began walking back down the aisle, trying to avoid the lecherous stares of the horny guys watching her walk past. Getting back to her seat, she began to awkwardly shuffle past her ‘boyfriend’ when he subtly grabbed a handful of Jessica’s plump booty, chuckling as his partner nervously took her seat. Jessica didn’t even speak up with he put a big strong hand on her thigh, trying to get her attention. “Is everything okay, babe?” He asked.

Jessica didn’t know what to say. She wanted to protest, to scream and shout about what was going on with her, to explain to this stranger how she wasn’t the person he said she was and how just an hour ago she had been a successful businessman, but she was sure she’d be labelled as crazy. All I have to do is ride this plane trip out, and once I get back to land I’ll get in touch with my friends and try and sort this out. She thought to herself, looking at her translucent reflection in the mirror. Until then, might as well enjoy the view... Of these great Asian titties, of course. She looked down at her own breasts, enjoying the view for now.