"Jess?"
"Mmmwhat?" She looked up from a not-terribly-hidden ogling of Nick's chiseled butt, and giggled just a
little, caught in the act.
"I think I'm done being a guy for now." The boy in the mirror gave an awkward smile and cupped his hands in
front of his chest. "I kind of feel naked without a bra, so just..." He paused, staring at his roommate.
"You tinkered with yourself, didn't you?"
He was pretty sure Jessica's breasts had been just a little less full and round a couple minutes ago, with
just a little baby fat around her waist and face. And maybe her face was a little different; her nose was
aquiline and elegant, the lips pouty and full, and her complexion perfectly clear. Her colors in general were
more vibrant--her skin was fair, colored only with the blush of health; her eyes a little more brilliantly
green, her hair a luxurious and velvety brown with a bounce usually reserved for hair care commercials.
This wasn't Jessica, with her approachable girl-next-door cuteness. This was a thirty-million leading lady
supermodel playing Jessica in her real life.
"Mmmmaybe." She grinned, mischievous and wicked. "You like?"
Well, damn. He felt a weary soreness in his groin, his cock begging to rise and harden even though the rest
of his body said no, he'd already had his orgasm for the day.
He was attracted to girls, now. That was also weird. And that reminded him...
"Yeah, you look good." He said, nodding. "But seriously." He said, a little nervously, and pointing at his
pecs. "I'd like the girls back now. Please?"