Peter's eyesight began to grow better again and with his eyesight back, he could see there was something wrong. He looked at his hands. They were now slim and femeinine with nail extensions on the fingers. He looked down and saw he was wearing a white buisness top with a tight black skirt. He also wore 4 inch pump high heels on his feet. Beneath his top, there were two large lumps. Peter poked a hand through the button holes in his shirt an felt they were being in by something. It was a silky white bra which held what Peter had strangly been suspecting; beautiful C cup breasts. "How the heck did I get these!" Peter said in confusment. However, Peter did not hear his own 14 year old voice but that of an older woman's, and he had a sneaky suspiction who is was.
Peter needed to confirm his thoughts and got up quickly to investigate. He nearly fell over again though after stumbling in his new high heels. He eventually began to waddle his way over to a nearby car to check the reflection in the window. Peter had many emotions running through his head; excitment, panic, amazment, fear, confusion. Peter noticed his ass and hips strangley moving fluently from side to side as he walked. When he reached the car, the reflection confirmed what many of the voices in his head had been hoping for. What Peter saw was no longer the reflection of a 14 years old boy. Instead, he saw the relection of Tanya Branning, a 32 year sexy salon owner who Peter had the hots for ever since she arrived in the square. "Oh my gosh...this is...unbelivable. I'm..I'm misses...Lauren's mum...hot Tanya Branning!" Peter said in utter amazment.
He began to stare down at his new body. All Tanya's features were there. He felt the curves of her body with his hands, which then moved up and groped her breasts tightly. Peters new female nipples hardened from the sensitivity. His hands then moved around to the back and graped two handfulls of her hot curved ass. Peter jumped forward slightly after squeezing his buttcheeks. "This is amazing, how do girls live without touching themselves constantly!" Peter said to himself. He admired his beautful face in the reflection, his hands stroking his new blonde locks of hair. He began to pull off sexual poses, blew himself a kiss and even darted his tongue between his two fingers. 'This may be weird but I think I'm liking it.' Peter thought to himself.
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