Surely, Jason thought, nobody would miss a few fries off one of the plates; Liz had certainly sent enough of them! He picked a couple up and stuffed them into his mouth, chewing idly as he walked around the tables, checking things out one more time. Yes, he thought as a strange tingling feeling rushed through him, the food all looked surprisingly good. The only question was, would anyone actually show up?
Those fries really were good. Jason bent down and picked up a couple more, his long hair swinging as he popped them into his mouth. As he chewed, he felt his mind drifting. Would any cute girls show up this evening? They tended to date the guys from the bigger, more popular frats, the sports stars, the ones who got the better grades, but you never knew; they might get lucky tonight. He found himself fantasizing about the sort of girl he'd like to take an interest in him, for once. A blonde would be nice, he thought, with long, flowing hair; with one finger, he idly played with a lock of his own, not noticing that it had faded from brown to the very color he was fantasizing about. Big tits would be nice, too. He suddenly found himself sneezing and doubled over; as he stood up, he drew a deep breath and felt his chest tingle. His nipples stood out, firm and hard, straining against his shirt; pressure built behind them as they expanded into a pair of firm, round breasts just barely held in check by a sleeveless white top with a plunging neckline, that rode up high enough to expose a flat, toned tummy. Jess brushed her hair back with one dainty hand as she stared down at herself. Yes, she was proud of her boobs, but her swimming-toned physique was even better. She smiled to herself as her face rearranged to become more feminine and makeup, most obviously red lipstick, appeared on it.
Yes, she thought, popping a few more fries into her mouth, dating another girly girl did have its perks. Sometimes, though, she had to admit that the thought of a tall, athletic, short-haired girl sweeping her off her feet set her all trembling. Her ass expanded into a rounded heart shape as she imagined a buff soccer player gently pulling off her bra and fondling her breasts, then slowly kissing lower, lower, then burying her face between her legs; she sighed as her jeans became tight and feminine, showing off her long, toned legs. Maybe the feature she was most proud of, come to think. Finally, her shoes morphed into a pair of high-heeled sandals that left her painted toes exposed.
Jess ate one final fry, then shook herself. Had to leave some for the guests, after all. Who could be arriving any minute, so time to stop fantasizing and make sure everything was in order. She sashayed over to the fridge to see if there was anything remaining in there that needed to be set out, when suddenly...