Jen finally accepting that she was now it, sat up her sexy latina body pertched upon her massive manly one. She stood up gingerely as she fought to adjust to having four feet and looked up as she saw people walking along the beach minding their own business, she realized that the curse had made this normal now. She stood there panting as her two bodies huddled close to each other hardly leaving a gap. She could feel her chest upon her back which weirded her out as she tried to move forward only to stumble to the ground again.
She got back up and stood up straight, her latina on her tip toes as she realized that the man was nearly seven foot tall. She decided to use her male and reach up to perch her female in it's hands. She could feel her own hands on her ass now as she started to walk up the beach when it hit her, where was she going to go? Then she realized that the man had his wallet on him and she let herself down and bent forward a bit so she wasn't straining to stand up as she reached for his wallet.
She grabbed the wallet with her female hands which she noticed where petite, and looked at the information.
Damion Wrothchild.
His address was there and all. She realized that the place he lived was just up the road since she had glanced at the street signs, she handed his wall back to his, now her body and put it away, sat her female in his arms once more and started up the beach and to the apartment, her tits jiggling as she walked. She reached her new home in a short amount of time and entered the apartment.
His home was large, not huge but not too small either, and she rummaged through the pictures as she saw them she was in for a shock. In every one of the photos she saw herself exactly as she is now. Dressed in different ways, but all the same a pair of bodies. She was aparrently single since it wasn't shown in any photo that she was with anyone.
She rummaged some more and saw a newspaper clipping.
"Man sufferes accident, grows woman's face and body."
She read on in shock.