The amused smirk Jocelyn sent Bell's way let hi-her-him know something had definitely changed after the wave of strangeness spread through him. He let his hands explore, starting with his face, brushing away a few newly black strands and experimentally pinching his cute nose and releasing an oddly...well, not quite feminine squeak. And the new lithe curves... Bell's gaze roamed over the naked Jocelyn's, much to her lazy delight and amusement, and he found he probably wouldn't compare too unfavorably in that department aside from her toned musculature. Although still no where near Vicki, which filled Bell with another strange wave of emotions as his plumb lips reflexively pursed into a line.
“Aren't bimbos supposed to be blondes?” Bell asked, more to fill the silence than anything. He wrapped a finger around a lock, idly toying with it as he tried to remember if his fringe has always been this long. It wasn't a dull and boring flaxen, at least. As vibrant as his previous blonde hair.
Jocelyn simply shrugged then stretched like a limber cat as she tried to shake of the remaining sleepiness. A mouthful of cum was invigorating and got her going like few other things. “Who knows. Pretty sure we aren't supposed to have cocks either. If you end up Asian, Hispanic, or fuck seen a few elusive goth bimbos strutting their cute butts, let me know.” She made a sweeping gesture at everything. “Don't think anyone knows how this is supposed to work. Rates pretty low to figure out when you could spend your time planning another orgy instead.” The dickgirl let her ponder that on her own, no point in overwhelming the bimbo.
As things settled, it was clear she wouldn't have the opportunity to peg Bell. Yet. But that didn't mean she could be useful in other ways. “Hey, Bell.” He jerked, returning to Earth again. “Could you run down to Nyan Sushi to pick up a Sashimi plate for breakfast. Oh, and tell her not to skimp on the rice. You can get whatever.” The quizzical expression made Jocelyn add the directions with a sigh. Poor bimbo probably already forgotten how to use google. “Lets me send in the bomb crew, that's Vicki, to help clean things up here. Bitch owes me anyway, especially after springing you on me like this.”
Bell glanced at the half-eaten pizza, though the rapid shaking of Jocelyn's head made it clear they'd want something else. Pizza jizz sauce tasted amazing. Crusted and dried jizz sauce, not so much. Bell would figure that out on her own, eventually. No sense in spoiling the surprise anymore than she had already.
“Fine, fine! I'm going.” Bell dodged out of the way of as he was shushed outside by the impatient and hungry dickgirl. Although before he put his foot on threshold, she reversed and stopped him. A devious expression painted her lips.
“Instead of going out like that, I could scrounge up a clean dress and a pair of short heels,” she held up her hands to stave off and preempt any accusations, “nothing slutty I promise. Fucking pinky promise even. And trust me, you'll want to learn how to walk in a pair sooner rather than later before you stupidly decide a pair of ballet heels is the hottest thing around.”
That would be hot. It was just a stray thought, though it lingered somewhere after it passed.
That strange warmth that settled in his crotch after Jocelyn had told him he'd turn into a girl earlier before offering to fuck him returned. Although the tingling didn't quite reach the full length of his stirring penis, instead thrumming somewhere deeper inside of him. And he was a feeling a tightness around his rising and falling chest.
A string of saliva broke as he parted his lips to answer...