Milton grinned from ear to ear as his commands were input and Jez began to change before his very eyes. She had been masculine before but suddenly the sway of her hips stopped as she stopped trying to present her ass to him. Her entire way of walking changed from dainty and feminine to kicking rocks and discarded pop cans that came along like little boys did when they had to walk somewhere. Her clothes began to change, everything shifted until she had a green tank top and loose fitting jeans on that look like they had been handed down from an older brother rather than bought in a store in order to look pretty. The bra she had one went from push-up to a comfortable bra that was clearly just worn because Jez had sizeable enough boobs to warrant it. Makeup eroded from her face and her hair began to shift. It became low shaved on the sides and the remaining hair shrunk back until she had a small tail at the back of her head that shot out in every direction. Piercings vanished from her ears and she fell back into place beside Milton with her soccer bag bashing against her still feminine hips and body. She was now a tomboy cursed with the body of a sexy cheerleader type. Something she probably hadn’t liked but had adapted to anyhow.
“Fucking ditz,” Jez muttered like they were in the midst of a conversation. Suddenly her voice was laced with attitude and it set Milton’s heart alight. Jez was now a low maintanence tomboy who wouldn’t drag him off to chick flicks and fancy dinner dates she had to get dolled up for. Her idea of a good night was eating a drive through burger and then fucking in the back of the car, or watching an action movie and not asking who the actors were or what was going on every other second, or best of all she didn’t want overpriced flowers and chocolates and would throw them in his face the second he showed up with them. She wouldn’t tell him to stop hanging out with guy friends, she would rather join them and gamble at a table, drink a ton of beer, and then show up hungover to school the next day with Vodka in her water bottle. She didn’t want to wake up early and spend six hours getting herself dolled up, half the time she just applied deodorant and called it good. She was Milton’s type of girl with a foul mouth and jabs both physical and verbal like she was a man.
But best of all he’d now managed to snag her. She was dating him and only he got to peek past her manly exterior and behold the feminine body beneath. It also helped that he’d made her mad about his cock and a fan of miltiple positions and she loved dominance just as much as he did so sex was an enthralling power struggle between them and as they walked side by side Milton couldn’t help but feel like a good fucking was in their future, dirty, rough, and thoroughly satisfying.