"So the deal is, you stay this way for a week, then we swap, yeah?" Brian asked you, looking over your hot body.
"That's the plan." The reply in an unusually high pitched voice. Looking in the mirror, where you normally see a six foot, twenty year old guy, you now see a five eight, light brunette bombshell of the same age with 10DD breasts barely restrained by their black bra. Black panties sat snuggly against your new, flat crotch while black leggings clung sexily to your smooth, long legs.
"Damn your hot." Brian exclaimed.
You grin and thrust your breasts out, teasing him. "Yup, but you can't get any of it until I get back from the day spa.
Part of the agreement was that on each of their first days Brittni, they would each be allowed to spend a day of solitude and an overnight spa to get accustomed to their new body. Friday, the start of the weekend, was the best time for this. Brian would drive you up tonight, and then pick you up tomorrow afternoon. After that you would see where Brittni's life would take you for the rest of the week before the two of you swapped positions next Friday.
"You ready Jack? I mean Brittni?" He asked as you slid the tight business skirt up your legs. You tuck your white blouse into the skirt and then step into a pair of four inch high heels. You theme was a business woman taking a week off to escape her busy work life.
"Ready." You tell him, taking a moment to fix up your look before hopping into the car in an ungraceful manner given the skirt you were wearing.
After an hour drive where you were able to focus on little more than the feel of the seatbelt wedged between your generous breasts, Brian pulled up outside a lit up building surrounded by empty fields of grass. It was late now, almost nine, and the clinic was empty except for a lone receptionist.
You hop out of the car, glad it was night as if anyone had been watching you would have given them a brilliant view of your panties. You stand there, arms folded across your breasts, looking around at the empty carpark.
"Alright, I'll see you at 4pm tomorrow!" Brian confirmed and then drove off, eager to get home before 10pm when you knew he would sit down and watch lingerie football.
Turning to the lonesome building you take a deep breath and prepare yourself.