**Chapter 1: Awakening in Alice**
I woke up to the sensation of silk sheets caressing my skin, a stark contrast to the rough cotton I was used to. My eyes fluttered open, taking in the unfamiliar room bathed in the golden glow of morning light. A full-length mirror across the bed reflected a stranger—a woman with cascading auburn hair, sharp cheekbones, and a body that could stop traffic. My heart raced as I realized this wasn’t a dream. I was in her body. I was Alice.
Before I could process the how or why of my consciousness being thrust into this alternate reality, the door creaked open. A tall, broad-shouldered man with skin like polished ebony stepped in, a smirk playing on his lips. His name came to me instinctively—Eric. And damn, did he look like trouble wrapped in temptation.
‘Well, well, Alice. You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Or are you just that eager to see me?’ His voice was a low rumble, dripping with suggestion as he leaned against the doorframe, his dark eyes raking over me.
I sat up, the sheet slipping just enough to reveal a glimpse of cleavage I wasn’t used to owning. My mind scrambled for control, but my new body reacted on its own, a flush of heat spreading through me. ‘Maybe I’m just wondering why you’re staring like I’m breakfast,’ I shot back, surprised by the confidence in my voice. Alice’s spirit, or maybe just her sass, was bleeding into me.
Eric chuckled, pushing off the frame and sauntering over with a predator’s grace. ‘Oh, sweetheart, you’re a whole damn feast. And I’m starving.’ He stopped at the edge of the bed, his gaze locking with mine, challenging me to push back.
I should’ve been freaking out. I mean, I was a guy—or at least, I used to be. But something about the way he looked at me, the raw hunger in his eyes, ignited a fire I didn’t know I had. ‘Careful, Eric. I bite back,’ I warned, my lips curling into a smirk of my own. My voice was husky, daring him to make a move.
He grinned, all teeth and mischief, as he climbed onto the bed, his weight dipping the mattress. ‘I’m counting on it, Alice.’ His hand slid up my thigh, slow and deliberate, sending electric shocks straight to my core. My breath hitched, and I hated how much I wanted more. ‘You gonna play nice, or do I have to work for it?’ he teased, his fingers brushing dangerously close to the edge of my lace panties.
‘Work for it,’ I snapped, grabbing his wrist but not pushing him away. My grip was firm, a silent message—I wasn’t some damsel to be conquered. If he wanted me, he’d meet me on equal ground. His eyes darkened with approval, and in a flash, he flipped me onto my back, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand while the other traced the curve of my hip.
‘That’s my girl,’ he growled, his lips hovering over mine, so close I could feel the heat of his breath. ‘Let’s see how long you can keep up that fight when I’ve got you sweating and panting beneath me.’
My pulse thundered as his words sank in, my body already betraying me with a rush of wetness between my thighs. I arched up, pressing against the hard bulge in his jeans, and smirked. ‘Bring it on, big guy. I’m not the one who’s gonna break first.’
His laugh was dark, promising, as he crushed his lips to mine, the kiss raw and hungry. His tongue demanded entry, and I gave as good as I got, nipping at his lower lip until he groaned. His free hand slipped under the sheet, finding me already dripping, and I couldn’t hold back the gasp that escaped me. This body—Alice’s body—was horny as hell, and I was along for the ride.
‘Fuck, you’re wet,’ he murmured against my mouth, his fingers teasing, testing my resolve. ‘Gonna make you cum so hard you forget your own name.’
‘Try me,’ I challenged, my voice a breathless taunt as I rocked against his hand, craving more. The room was spinning, the air thick with the scent of lust, and I knew we were seconds away from tearing into each other like animals. His cock strained against his jeans, and I wanted it—wanted him—more than I’d ever wanted anything.
But just as he moved to free himself, to give me exactly what I was aching for, a shadow of doubt flickered in my mind. Who was I now? And how far would this new reality take me?
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