"How... What.... I'm...a... er... How?" Completely overwhelmed by it all, you struggle to cope. The swaying of your hefty bust is impossible to fake, you couldn't imagine one so big, or that sloshed so obviously with every step. With every step! Even now, you can't ignore the see-sawing of your enormous ass. It just feels much more mobile and on display. You never considered your ass, when you were a guy. However, now you want to constantly pluck at the hem of your skirt, to tug it lower. Hell! You want it to just be longer, more modest. More concealing! The damned thing feels as brief as a belt. The risk of taking too daring a step, and the thing shoots up your lush thighs feels worryingly possible.
You know how nervous and provocative you look constantly fidgeting with your too brief skirt. But, the need is hard to resist.
"Fix this!" you demand. Allison's nostrils flare, as she snorts in amusement.
"I've already promised I will AFTER our little euro trip. Just don't be such a buzz kill." There was an edge to her voice. Swallowing nervously, you can't help but wonder, and worry what else she can do.
As if sensing your unspoken question, a smile spreads triumphantly across her features.
"No. I can't read your thoughts." She smirks, "But, I can guess them."
You shake your head.
"Oh, I might bury you beneath that Heather personality, if you're struggling too much. Or if you whine too much, I might just erase Heather's grumbles about remembering she was a man."
She fixes you, "Can you imagine, being erased. Totally forgotten, by a lusty, busty Heather."
She muses, "Or perhaps, I'd leave you as a helpless passenger behind those vapid eyes, to have front row seat as Heather learns all the ways her body can delight her, and the beefy men she likes, with their thick, veiny cocks that fill her every hole." Allison warned, her cheeks flushing as she too imagined them, though quite differently.
As your breathing quickened, and your panic mounted the world started to spin dizzyingly. With a tap of her finger to your forehead, a calm spread through your body.
"Consider this... like stabilisers." Allison suggested. "Like on a bike. They'll help you keep control, and not betray your fears and ignorance."
With a generous nod, she directs your attention to the short skirt. Okay, it's tight, and flirty, but you no longer feel utterly exposed by wearing it. Your hands rest at your side, not relentlessly, futilely tugging it lower.
- - - - -
Tapping her watch, "The taxi will be here soon, to take us to the airport."
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