You admire yourself in the mirror. Amy's large breast contained in a purple bra on you chest, her collar around your throat, complete with a skull and crossbones dog tag that said 'Amy' on it. The skirt and fishnet stockings. While in Amy's body, you find yourself wearing so many things you have never worn before.
You pull the edges of the skirt up, in almost a curtsy. You hesitate for a moment. Amy was your friend, someone you liked and respected. Someone who was going to watch all of the footage from the spy glasses you were wearing.
Also, according to her, someone who was going to enjoy it and gave you free reign. From what she had said in the past, it seemed that she wanted you to take advantage of the opportunity. The more you used her body, the more she would enjoy it. With a mischievous grin, you flipped the skirt up.
Her panties matched the bra, which in turn matched the neon purple hair Amy had. Looking in the mirror at what was currently your crotch, you noticed the distinct absence of a bulge. It was odd seeing the lack of manhood after being male for 19 years. As odd as it was, something about knowing just what you had down their right now caused a twinge of excitement below.
Maybe this wasn't only Amy's fetish, at least not now. Gently you reach down and touch the smooth silky panties. Before you could do much more exploring a knock came from Amy's door.
Crap.
You drop the skirt to cover yourself and quickly put the shirt back on. This was expected. Amy wanted you to go in public. You thought you would have a little time before this and getting interrupted while coping a feel wasn't fun, you knew Amy better than anyone and could pass as her.
You went to the door, and a girl you had never seen before stood there. She was taller than Amy, even with the boots, and you found yourself eye level with her double D breasts. Looking up (which took tremendous effort) you saw her bright red hair and green eyes.
"So have you suited up yet?" She asked.
"Uuhh..." you respond eloquently.
"I take that as a yes. Amy would have known what I was talking about."
Seriously? You said one word and you were discovered. "I am Amy." You said trying to recover.
"You are now." Big Red replied as she pushed her way into the apartment. "Amy told me about the zipper and said you were going to be wearing her today."
"She did?" You were unaware that Amy had included anyone else on your plans.
"She didn't tell me who you were or what you actually looked like. Just that while you were in her, to call you Amy." A sultry grin appeared on her face. "She did say I would probably find you more my type then her."
You briefly wondered what Amy had set you up for.
"I love Amy and all but she isn't interested in girls." Big Red elaborated.
"Just in having someone use her body to play with girls." You finished, connecting the dots.
Big Red moved in close, obviously interested in helping with that. Meanwhile, despite not having a male anatomy you were still having some reaction down there.
"So you know I'm Amy."
"Heather." The red head responded. "Your date for the evening."
You opened your with an incredibly clever flirt, but was cut off when she kissed you. Heather's hands wrapped around you, one behind your head and the other on your ass. While her ha ds elicit interesting sensations, you were somewhat distracted by the skills of her tongue.
Heather soon broke off the kiss. "Amy did mention something about helping you have a threesome. You and me makes two, so we need a third." Heather took a step back and held up keys.
"So we are going out to pick someone up. Trust me, with us two we can find someone who wants both. The question is who do you want the third to be? I know a great lesbian bar we can find another girl, or you can take a walk on the wild side and try a guy. I doubt you've been with one of those from what Amy said, but with your current plumbing I'm sure you will enjoy what they can do for you.
You thought about it. Three girls sounded hot, but using Amy's body for things you never would usually do, such as wear the current outfit you had on was apart of the appeal of the zipper. Both thoughts made your heartbeat faster.
While you were lost in thought, you felt Heather's hand on your butt, creating a loud smack. "Come on girl, get you ass in gear. What will it be?" She demanded.
You take a deep breath and answered