Lisha took stock of her new body in the mirror as she got dressed. Her curves were distracting--to say the least. If she were still Jacob, Lisha's mere presence in his apartment would have been enough to make him cream his pants; now he WAS the spitting image of his own wet dream.
She started by slipping on a pair of panties, while examining her new equipment. Jacob had seen tons of porn, but it was rare for him to see a vagina that looked so...used. Lisha remembered toggling a lot of the options for "used trash slut" but she didn't think that meant a worn out cock wallet. She grabbed a fistful of cunt and barely felt so much as a tingle, spreading it for the mirror to examine. This was a bit harder than it was for Jacob to check out his cock, as Lisha had two massive orbs of flesh in the way. Thankfully the mirror was nearby.
As she examined her cunt, she idly wondered just how much she could fit into it. It certainly looked like it could fit more than just a few fingers. As she was about to try her fist, her alarm went off to let Lisha know it was time to head to work. Sighing, she hastily pulled up her panties--which more closely resembled a G-string upon further examination. Looking back in the mirror, her meat curtains weren't even trying to grip the string, no matter how deeply she tried pulling it.
Looking through her closet, she saw a multitude of bras and tops. Not feeling up to the challenge, she decided to skip the bra for today. Before deciding on a top, she decided to quell the nagging in the back of her mind and went back to the Chronivac. Scrolling through the options, she found what she was looking for. "Vaginal Tension" which was at a whopping 5/100 (no wonder it's so loose! she chided herself). Curious, she pulled the slider down a little further to 1/100, and applied. She instantly regretted it, as the innards of her vagina nearly oozed out of her slit, if it weren't for the G-string she'd pulled so tightly earlier.
She quickly reversed her mistake before anything worse happened, and decided to settle on 69/100. *nice* she thought to herself. Clicking apply, she could feel her privates tightening up, and tightening around the G-string. After it was done, she walked over to the mirror with her stride spread noticeably closer. Now her G-string was embedded in her cunt. Trying to pull it out rubbed all the right places, and soon Lisha was contemplating taking her new body for a test drive before work.
Her second alarm went off, to let her know that she was missing the easy time for traffic, and would likely run into some issues on the way in. Sighing lustily, she removed the embedded G-string and was content to let it ride on the surface, then finished getting ready. She threw on the tightest pair of jeans she had in her wardrobe, and the easiest button-up top she had--making sure to keep the top few buttons undone. Taking one last stock of her perfectly slutty body, Lisha left for work.
Thankfully, she hadn't spent too much time examining herself or trying to get off, so she didn't encounter too much traffic. The car ride was interesting for Lisha--to say the least. Every bump in the road sent her un-bra'd breasts bouncing in each direction under her shirt, accompanied by a warm fuzzy feeling between her legs. By the time she got into the office, she felt hot and wet. Thankfully her pants didn't betray her moisture--yet. But the day was still young.
As Lisha got into the office, she spotted the receptionist Alice. Alice had never liked Jacob because he had tried to awkwardly ask her out to dinner during her first week. Lisha wondered what this reality reflected. Did Lisha ask Alice out for a spicy date?
Alice looked up from her monitor and her face lit up, "Lish!!!!!! How are you doing! It's so great to see you!" Lisha thought quickly on her feet, and returned the greeting. They exchanged a little bit of gossip before Alice got an email and had to get back to work. Lisha stepped through the security glass, and went to her office. She kept busy for most of the day without much office interaction, but just before lunch Lisha's boss sent her an email:
"Hey Lish,
Having issues with my floppy drive and my hard drive. Can you fix it?"
*Floppy drive? This isn't 1990 anymore...* Lisha thought to herself. *Oh. Wait. I get it. Wow he's really forward.*
She typed back:
"Hey Al,
Sure, just let me get my tools together and I'll fix ya right up."
A tingle of trepidation and excitement raced down her spine and settled in her groin. Sure--she was giving all female office workers a bad name. But Lisha didn't care--she was about to get fucked!