"I can't have Brad do this. I'm a guy. I wish it to stop," Joey thought.
He was shocked to feel himself tingle all over yet still to have Brad pumping in and out of his arse. As he said the words he felt as if he was changing. Bent over the arm of the chair, he felt his chest pushed upward, and Brad's pumps no longer seemed as hard on his arse. He felt Brad put his broad hands on his hips, which seemed much wider than before. More to the point he felt something soft and warm fall over his shoulders. Suddenly a lock of blond hair fell across his cheek. As Brad pumped into him even harder, Joey looked down and was shocked to see a pert C cup on his chest and slender tanned but hairless arms. As he realised, his friend would no longer be fucking him as a guy he realised his crotch was no longer as uncomfortable as when his erect cock had been squashed against the sofa. Now he felt an oddly pleasurable sensation about the rythmic grind.
Joey was shocked as he felt Brad's fingers toy with his breasts, flicking his nipples between his fingers, but had no time to ponder this further as he felt a warm burst explode in his arse as Brad bucked and leant forward in ecstasy over Joey's now slender back.