Claire got plenty of attention as she left the leisure centre, with her sports bag over her shoulder. For some reason, men couldn’t help but stare at her chest with big leering grins. Some even called out to her, things like: “Oi, love! You smuggling pillows under there?”; or “Want to take some sex education with me, gorgeous?”. Needless to say, Claire was furious. But when she went to make a witty comeback, words failed her. She just blushed and quickly walked on.
She left the building and continued on her way, without any real destination in mind. Where could she go? She had no money and wasn’t likely to be accepted anywhere she usually frequented. Thanks to some strange twisting of reality, she was now too young to be accepted into the exclusive clubs she would usually get into easily; not that she couldn’t get in if she tried. Her chest would get her in, despite her obvious age. But that wouldn’t get her anywhere anyway…if only she had her old brain! With more intelligence, she could figure out a plan.
Just as she was crossing the road, she noticed a shiny pound coin. The traffic was starting up again, but she couldn’t help herself. She ran back and grabbed it, getting honks from the cars that skidded to a halt. One of the men looked fit to burst behind the wheel of his BMW, but he calmed a bit as he watch Claire bend over to pick up the pound. He got a great view of her naked ass and her dyed red pussy. He forgot to sound his horn again as he appreciated the scene before him. Then Claire ran back to the pavement with her prize.
What the hell!? She has risked her life (well, her safety) for a pound? What had she been thinking? All she could gather was that she saw money and needed it…more than anything! What was this about?!
She hurried down the street and didn’t even notice the boy in front of her until she smacked right into him. She stumbled back and nearly fell, but he grabbed her arm and held her up. She thanked him and was going to move on, but he stepped ahead of her instead. “Hi, there. My name is Steve. What’s yours? You go to Girl’s High, right? I haven’t seen you around. Are you new here?”
Claire wanted nothing more than to leave right there and go on her way, but she couldn’t just push him out of the way. He must have been 5’9, taller than her old height and now she was looking up at him from her 5’2. He was also a sixteen year old boy, from what she could gauge. As such, he was a good deal stronger than her new body and she couldn’t do a lot if he wanted to get in her way. Not without causing a ruckus herself. She found herself answering. “Oh, hi Steve. I am Claire. Yeah, I just moved into the area. My parents had to move because we couldn’t keep up the payments on our house. So we had to get a council flat and move here, unfortunately.”
“Jeez, Claire! That sucks. I’m pretty well off myself. Guess I’m pretty lucky. I’d hate to be poor…no offence. I always have money, so if you wanna be friends and stuff…ya know? I could always help you out.” He winked and Claire noticed his eyes flicked swiftly to her breasts and away.
“Thanks, Steve. Actually, I’m out making money for the family now. Would you like a blowjob or maybe some quick anal?” Claire could not believe what she had just said. Apparently, the school girl she had taken the uniform of had some business of her own. The memories she had were not at all useful to here, with the girl being a mental midget, but that memory did stick out now. The girl had been selling her body for the last few months, making a killing off older men who loved the school girl look. Now, Claire was in the uniform of that girl and had her memories. She had the girl’s clothes, mental abilities, height, age…but the body was her own. She was smaller and younger, but her features were her own. The red dyed hair was hers, the shorter but still impressive legs were hers…and the tits were hers. Two, undiminished 36D breasts. Claire would make an even bigger killing off the men, as much as she hated the idea.
Steve stared at her. “Are you serious? Do you really do that kinda thing? Wow! When I saw you, I couldn’t believe it! I mean…wow! Your body is so fucking hot! You bet I’ll pay! How much do I get for a twenty?”
Claire smiled sweetly. “For a twenty, you get whatever you like, stud!