Chris walked back into the master bedroom after tying James up with the bedsheets he found. He went back to rummaging around for something to break the windows out. Suddenly, Sammy grabbed him and playfully jammed his face into her cleavage.
"How's my hero?" Sammy swooned.
"F-Fine! Fine!" Chris blurted as he pulled away with a big red blush.
Sammy looked down to see the dark red stain on his sweater.
"A cutie like you shouldn't have stained up clothes!" the blonde said as she pulled his sweater off, "Wear this while I get something for this stain."
Chris looked down at the blue sweater with purple stripes; it looked big enough so he put it on and got back to looking.
Chris was so caught up in digging through the pile that he didn't notice his butt beginning to swell up and stretch his pants to their limit. He didn't notice the fabric become tight against his thickening legs or his shoes becoming brown flats. He couldn't feel the strain against his groin, because it had already pulled inwards and morphed to form a nice, moist pussy. He didn't notice his hips becoming big and wide.
Chris was too busy clutching his burning chest and the questions it brought to care about any of that. Why where is nipples so tender? Why did his back arc? Did he forget to cut his hair last week? Why was his vision getting blurry? And why did touching his chest... feel so... good? He squeezed it hard and let out a loud moan. He froze: that moan sounded like a woman's...
Chris gasped at his reflection. Or rather... her reflection. Staring back at him (once he took his glasses off, was a tanned girl in her twenties. Chris looked at herself: those DD breasts, the bottom half of that rack was hanging out of the sweater. She had chocolate brown eyes and soft lips with straight, shoulder length brown hair. A navel set between those pillowy breasts and big hips really drove home her hourglass figure.
'Isn't it beautiful?' a thought brushed Chris' mind.
Before a word could even come out, Chris' new dainty hands began firmly massaging her breasts.
'Yes, feel that supple pleasure. Embrace it. It feels good to be a woman...' the voice said.
Chris wasn't going to deny it: groping herself made her feel wonderful... sexy even.
'You haven't even experienced the best part.' the voice said as Chris began to uncontrollably finger her pussy. She began to let out tons of cute little moans and even giggle a little.
'It does feel good being a girl.....' Chris thought as her memories faded away.
Fiona stopped masterbaiting when she realized that Sammy and Peaches weren't with her. Weren't they supposed to be going to the convention?
"Hey Chris, are you...alright in... here?" You blush as you see a sexy tanned babe with her boobs hanging out of a tiny sweater.
"Hello there cutie." the girl giggled. She seemed to be part Asian from her voice and eyes. A Tanned Asian girl with big boobs, your only weakness.