John hadn't noticed a thing out of the ordinary as he maneuvered around with his new fat, black female body. Frank was amused at the weird sight of John's head on a black woman's body...especially with John acting as if it were natural.
He also noticed that John was looking down the street toward the women on their walk, but that he also kept looking back over and down at the device with an anxious look.
Frank decided that he needed some time to step away and think.
"John...I need to take a piss...be right back."
"Bro...hold on," John raised his smooth black hand that sported abnormally long brightly painted nails. "Come here...I need to talk..."
Frank just hurried inside as he said, "Just be a minute bud!"
He hustled into the house, his boobs bouncing with each step.
"What's the hurry, Frank?" Rachel looked up from the kitchen sink where she stood working on some dirty dishes. She wiped her hands on her flannel shirttail as she looked up at Frank.
"The bathroom calls, Rach," he smiled as he hurried by, looking up at her amused, attractive face as he went.
Frank got to the bathroom, went inside and closed and locked the door. He placed the remote on the counter, and then decided that he may as well take that leak that wasn't actually so urgent as he thought.
He pulled his robe apart, pulled up the bottom of his silky nightgown, reached under and pulled his panties down. He plopped down on the toilet as he held his gown up out of the way. He tinkled into the pot as he thought.
John isn't just shittin' me, he thought. This must not be my body. Could this really be Rachel's body? After all...John doesn't see anything wrong with his new body. Maybe this isn't my real body?
Frank's mind boggled as he thought through the situation. He patted himself dry and stood and pulled his panties up as he continued to think.
I can't stand the thought of swapping my own head, he thought. But I can't allow John to be tortured and upset like he is now. If this is not my real body, it's not good that I should keep it. But...to me it is my body, and no one should make me give my body up.
He looked in the mirror as these thoughts went through his head. He turned and looked at his figure, allowing his robe to stay parted. He reached up with both hands and cupped his breasts.
Damn! I can't imagine myself with a big fat boy's body, he thought. But it's not right if I took a body that belongs to John's wife. What should I do?
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