I turned slowly in front of the full length mirror. Hitching up my pants as I did so and turning to look side on. My boobs bounced and jiggled with my energetic movements. I looked over my shoulder at my ass, letting the pants fall down. My ass had a pleasant swell to it. But it was tight, what was the saying? Bounce a quarter off of it, definitely. My ass was also perfectly proportioned either Helen worked out and dieted like a goddamn Nazi or she was made in heaven. I could see my pert breasts bouncing inside the top. I was becoming lost and drunk on my own body. The pendant seemed to be glowing hot and I was starting to sweat.
It was like an out of body experience.
I turned to the other side and got a full look at the cleavage. Again my boobs were perfect, they were outlined down to the
areola and nipples that pushed into the fabric. But I felt too hot, the sequined butterfly top had three main straps. One at the bottom that passed around my kidneys and hooked on to the small bottom back wings of the butterfly. The second strap was placed around the very tips of the butterfly's wings either side. This pulled it tight to my boobs, the third set came from the highest part of the top, cross-crossing behind my back. As the pendant made my body temperature rise I started to go dumb.
I fumbled for the top straps like shoe laces and butterfly wings came away from my boobs. Soon the swell of the orb like masses were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. My nipples were now only barely covered, I pulled the straps down and my boobs bounced free. Suddenly there was a knock at the door and Matt walked in to see a redhead teenager with creamy tits bouncing with her body's movements.
"Sorry, shit, I, fuck...Elliot should have fucking told me" he stammered.
"Don't be a stranger." I said before I knew what I was doing.
Matt's face was bet red as he staggered from the room.
I started touching my boobs, feeling their weight in my hands. They were so firm and yet so soft. I rubbed my thumbs over my nipples. They were small and pink with health. But as I ran my index finger over my left nipple, I started to feel a climax building. My pussy engorged with blood and became very wet. In the mirror I could see my nipple and watch my face as I started to climax. My hips started to buck and grind.
"Ugh" I gasped.
Looking at my reflection set me off, I was rolled my head back and closed my eyes. Pinching both my nipples with both hands. My hands were so dainty and feminine they made me even hornier.
"Oh God!" I groaned.
A hand wandered down to my vagina, slipping a finger into the new cavity in my body. Fuck I was really going, sweating like in a sauna, tits bouncing like a porn star, full ginger bush. I was a woman and I was as horny as fuck.
"Aw JESUS!" I wailed.
By this stage I was a wreck, partly nude and partly not. My orgasm was more intense than as a man. That was coming, letting something flow from me into another person, straight or gay, my sperm. But this was internal, I squirted some pussy juices but as I sank to my knees I let out a low whimper as the feel good hormones flooded my brain. I had wrecked the top I had stolen, busting several straps. It could be repaired as suddenly I knew how to sew? When did I learn that, I never sewed. I took it to my grandma. I found a t-shirt of some long de-funked band that was from when I was a teen. It was white with green writing on it, my boobs pressed into the fabric and the nipples were more visible than with the butterfly top. They bounced and flopped as I walked to the local store.