Kyle noticed that the T-shirt he was wearing had become a tube top filling with breasts that didn't feel natural. He also noticed that the hands feeling his new tits were slender with fingers ending in inch long nails. When he felt a draft, his hands moved down and he felt smooth, bare skin. He gasps and noticed his voice had gotten higher. He bent forward as a warm sensation emanated from his crotch, and his/her hand found its way underneath his leather mini-skirt and stroked the smooth front of her panties. Past the mountains of her toffee-colored breasts, as she was pushing asider her long black hair, she saw her cute, painted toenails, her feet encased in see-through, thick-soled stripper heels. Pedicure still looks good, she thought.
Esmerelda looked around the room. She couldn't believe she was up this early after a night at the club and she couldn't believe this was the right address. The guys standing around her with their mouths on the ground didn't look old enough to vote. If one of those bitches at the club gave her a fake address . . .
Then she noticed HIM! Little on the thin side, but for some reason she was turning him on fierce. Perhaps she would make him a man today. She smiled, looked straight at him then at her body. In her Mexican accent, she cooed, "you ess liking my body, gringo?"