Dan got home, it was 11am and he was stuck in his ex girlfriends body. He ran into his house, with a pair of high heels in one hand, and car keys in the other, put both on the work place in the kitchen and then sank down in his sofa n the living room.
He lay with his eyes closed and he evaluated how it felt. His clothes were tight fitted, especially his skirt. It showed his ass off loads, he knew this because hed ripped this skirt of this body loads of times in the heat of passion when he'd picked vicky up from work.
His chest felt like it had expanded, and no matter wha, they seemed to move and bounce. His bra was a huge help, and despite his reluctance, he was glad he was wearing it. His thong on the other hand kept riding up his ass.
He cupped his boobs in his hands and played with them. Not quite the same feeling he had had when he was a guy.
He got up, brushed his long hair from his eyes, and started up the stairs. He picked up the heels and headed for his bedroom. He stood there and considered what to wear.
* * * *
Vicky was horny as hell. How did men manage it! She had felt liek this since she had slapped dans ass, and now she was flicking through the lingerie section in one of her catalogues. She had removed her pants and was sat half naked on the bed and was feeling her penis.
She put the brochure down, and concentrated on dans new female figure, the one she knew so well, and masturbated until she came. She waited for a while and then started again. Her orgasms was unlike anything she had experienced as a woman. It was shorter, but more intense. Not the same, but still satisfying. The ring on her finger was starting to rub against her penis, and she decided to remove it. As long as she put it back on, it wouldnt make much difference.
Vicky continued, and felt the feelings arise again.
* * * *
Dan was trying to find somethig in his wardrobe he could wear, without it drowning him. He was stood in his bra and panties, and kept getting sneak glimpses of himself in the inside miror on his wardrobe door. After a while he stopped lookin for clothes, and was posing and feeling hmself in up in the mirror. His hand soon found its way down to his vagina, and he had to stop himself.
He stopped, he sat down on his bed, and sat straight back uo. He had sat ass first on his heels. He picked them up and put them on the floor. He was sat glum on hand under his chin, the other felin a boob. After a while it suddenly dawned on him. Vicky often left clothes here when they were together. Maybe there was still a few knocking about.
After a hard search Dan found nothing.
He picked up his skirt and heels and put them on. His blouse followed, and he practiced walking in the shoes. He was really feeling sexy. He found himself pouting and pretending to do sexy faces full of lust.
Make up! Thats what was missing. He decided he needed make up. He could take a few pics of himself naked and make fun of vicky with them in th morning. Suddenly, he realised how excited he was about shopping.