"Hmm, not perfect, but still...." you mumbled, as you stood there in the girl's green pumps and matching party dress, which left a considerable portion of your new thighs and your generous breasts open to view. You then brushed your long brown hair behind your ears and looked around, the scent of the perfume you now wore permeated your nostrils.
"This is fun!" you purred in the girl's voice, as you pushed your breasts up and then let them drop again, then your well defined hands worked their way down to your new vagina, which felt wonderful.
Suddenly you got a whiff of alcohol, and you put one of your hands up to your mouth and exhaled, it was your own breath, or rather the girl's, that wreaked of alcohol. Even more bizarrely you were starting to feel the effects of the beer she had been drinking all night.
"Woah, I think I'm getting drunk without even touching a drop, how cool is that?" you giggled.
It became increasingly difficult to walk in the girl's 3-inch stiletto heeled shoes, and as you looked at MacGruber you were both shocked and amused to see him trying to take a pee upside the fence, but all he managed to do was wet the jeans of the girl's boyfriend. "Oops!" you chuckled, as you pointed at your dog and laughed.
You then decided that you ought to probably swap the two of you back, before you got too tipsy and before your dog did anything else embarrassing in the boyfriend's body.
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