Passing Out and Waking Up A Girl (Gender-Bender story)

Alright the good work done by Hardcover's own gender manipulation stories has inspired me to give my own run at the genre. So here's my spin on the idea of going to sleep a dude and waking up a chick. Anyway thoughts and comments are well appreciated. Admittedly it's a little slow right now.

Crashing through the door in a half drunken stumble, Jason made his way into the room though in his state he couldn’t be sure wither it was his own or not. With that thought of doubt racing through his head Jason took a quick few glances around the room, half mumbling to himself, “Umm dresser, bathroom, bed… close enough.”

His hands reaching down to his waist to pull at the hem of his shirt, quickly whipping the clothing away leaving his chest bear. Jason then tried to work with his jeans; his fingers staggered at his zipper but he gave up after a couple of seconds. Approaching the foot of the bed, Jason took to his knees on the mattress and worked his way up to the pillows. Falling flat on his stomach, his head on those fluffy pillows; Jason didn’t bother covering up and just fell asleep on top of the sheets.

Now lost in a realm of dreams, Jason danced with marshmallow peeps. He met the Sherbet king and his queen the talking tuna… However just as Jason was dancing the night away with a lovely girl dragon thing in each arm a sudden blaring ring broke the scene. Snapping awake, Jason reached out to the alarm clock on the nightstand next to the bed. Slapping away at the metal contraption until the ringing stopped. Huffing to himself, the taste of stale beer still fresh on his teeth and that sour feeling of surgery shots in his stomach, Jason pushed himself with his arms up off the bed. In his half-awake state, in combination with a fairly strong hangover, Jason rose to his feet and made his way over to the connecting bathroom almost entire on auto pilot.

Stepping into the adjacent room, Jason’s eyes drifted over to the mirror running along the right wall. His eyes caught sight of a lovely tall redhead and more specifically her nice perky tits behind a pink bra. Jason was suddenly kicked into a higher state of consciousness, quickly turning away and snapping his eyes shut. He called out to her, “I’m sorry!”

At first, in his tired and head aching state, Jason was a bit confused as to why she was apologizing at the same time. But Jason knew what he ought to be doing, out of some form of respect. Almost jumping out of the bathroom, Jason quickly slammed the door shut behind him. Putting his back to the wall with his eyes still closed Jason called out to the girl through the door, “I’m sorry!”

The thought suddenly occurred to Jason that his voice was way off and into the higher pitches. Jason mumbled to himself in confusion under his breath, his eyes snapping open. Jason’s gaze caught the sight of those breasts once more only this time he realized they were on his own chest, “W-what the hel