I leaned hard against Matt’s sturdy frame; in my drunken state I could hardly walk on my own.
“I’d really like to just go home.” I whispered trying not to blow more chunks.
Matt nodded and helped me up into his car. A surprisingly nice sedan that I needed to climb into now that I was so much smaller than my normal male frame. The interior was a clean white leather, lot of leg room for each seat. The more I looked at it, the more I hoped I got all of my stomach contents out already so I wouldn’t ruin it all.
Leaning back in the passenger seat I realized how much I was burning up. My body was practically on fire, I could feel beads of sweat forming above my eyebrows. My pits must reek by now.
As Matt started the car, asking me where exactly I lived. I mumbled out my new address while peeling my turtleneck off. Tonight was not a great night for a sweater.
After a moment or two I realized that Matt hadn’t started the car, he was just staring at me for some reason…
Following his line of sight I realized that he was specifically looking at my chest. My tits. The tits that are on my chest. Oh yeah, I’m a girl now.
Blushing on top of my already potentially red from heat face, my entire body turned a deep crimson. Pressing the sweater over my chest I tried to cover my now ample bust as well as buckle myself into the seat. All the while repeating the address of my body’s home.
Finally with the seatbelt sitting between my breasts and my sweater hanging over my chest I gave a timid smile to Matt, who returned a warm grin before returning his attention to the road.
The rest of the ride was dead silent, Matt was slowly turning the same color as me as we pulled up in front of Amanda’s apartment.
“This is it.” I said while looking up at the building, remembering the state of the apartment from the morning. Thinking about that dildo still on my bedside table. I can’t let him see that, he might think I’m a slob!
Matt stopped the car and walked around to help me out of the vehicle. I unbuckled myself and freed my boobs from the car, still making an effort to cover up with my sweater. Opening the door he gave me his hand to hold while I navigated exiting the car. Finally I found myself in my doorway saying goodnight to Matt.
“Thank you so much for bringing me home and keeping me safe and not making me walk and not staring too long at my chest and not being weird.” Is what I wanted to say in my still drunk mind, but all I could manage was “thanks.” And a small belch.
“Thank you Amanda.” Matt said while leaning in and giving me a small kiss on the cheek.
My heart fluttered, I felt a pulse like a heartbeat hit my crotch. Oh wow. I turned to meet him on the lips, but the kiss was already over.
Matt turned away from the house and gave me one last glance.