o toss and turn, engaged in a nightmare of my deepest imagination. When I woke - or did I wake?? - I was surprised by my own strength... I couldn't speak... I felt like GROWLING! I roared and thundered and pounded my way around the room... everything new, everything so small and weak compared to me. I only wanted to express my anger, my strength, my power... and nothing more. Until I spotted my own vision in the mirror: so shapely, so toned, so new and curvy and strong. What a woman I'd become! I became fascinated by my own body, posing, flexing, and grunting and bulging as my muscles erupted, popped, and emerged all over my feminine body. I was so turned on. It didn't take long to explode, body, mind, and soul, into one tremendous, earth-shattering, primal orgasm. I awoke again... nude, my pajamas in tatters, my thoughts turning to the memory of the strength of my most primal self