"I'm so sorry Jenny, I didn't know you were home and for some reason I thought I was going to the guest room." Martha stammered turning beat red as she walked in on the young lady of the house in her bra and cheerleading skirt. She chided herself for going out drinking so late but the guy had been cute and her tequila had been free.
Mitch decided that since he wasn't technically in his body, at least not yet, he wasn't cheating on his wife. How often does a drunken girl in a french maid stumble into you while you're in the body of a more or less teenage girl. Quickly, before she could stumble back out, he pulled her into the room and kissed her passionately. She struggled a little bit at first but her inhibitions were so low that she returned the kiss.
Mitch tried to take off his bra but struggled with the clasp in the back while trying to maintain the kiss. Marth reached back and expertly undid the clasp letting Mitch's large and perky breasts bounce free for the first time. His own breasts were driving him just as crazy as the mountains of flesh that Martha let free with the pull of a string.
"You aren't really Jenny are you?" she giggled at his kid in a candystore expression.
"What gave me away?" Mitch asked, still dazzled by the cornucopia of breasts in the room.
"Well the real Jenny wouldn't have had a hard time with her own bra. There is also this." she said lifting his skirt to reveal tented panties. He was disappointingly small but it looked huge and out of place on a teenage girl. It was also obvious that aside from the erection he was definitely still a girl. "Oh that..." He grinned sheepishly. "Yes that." Martha replied huskily, licking her lips.