This choice: "What about Jordan and Nick?!" Toni blurts out. • Go Back...Chapter #6"What about Jordan and Nick?!" Toni blurts out. by: Mr. George   "Nuh uh." Tony objected. "We need our friends, and we have to prove we are still the same." Tony scrambled to retrieve her wallet from the floor. Unaware of how incredible her ass looked, shimmying from side to side, as she rummaged for the the wallet.
Finding it, she held it high like the greatest trophy before kissing it in relief. Quickly flipping it open the familiar picture on his driving licence had her hugging it to her bosom, as she sank back, her full rump coming to rest atop her heels.
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Filled with the same urge, you turn to your crumpled clothes scattered over the floor. Quickly finding your own wallet. There's a twinge of anxiety as you see your former face, wondering if you'll ever be that person again.
Clutching it close, you need that connection to your old life. As much for yourself, as evidence of your true identity.
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"Let's get our friends from the next room." you urge Tony.
A squeak of pain dies in your throat, when she shakes her head. "Not looking like this." she objects.
"I just... not in just a bikini." she shakes her head, shuddering at such a public debut for such a voluptuous body.
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Both of your scramble to assemble an selection that fits, and covers you decently. It's quite easy given you're both more petite now. Smothered in pants, T-shirt, and a heavy jumper. It's too much, and still not enough.
Neither of you could pass for a guy, even from a distance. Your jumper strains over your full bust, the pants too, are stretched teasingly over your firm, round rump. Despite this, the sleeves are too long with only slender, feminine fingers visible from the cuffs. Your pants too, are also too long. Covering your feet, attempting to turn up the legs, makes you look unkempt and homeless.
Smirking, as you try to look on the bright side. At least, you now have pockets. Sighing, you accept your clothes won't get any better.
"It's just to the next room." you assure Tony. Who answers with a resigned nod. The same unconvinced look on his face. Taking a last, deep calming breath, you scoop up the room key, and head out.
Shuffling to the neighbouring room, you knock on their door. Hearts in your throats, you don't know how they'll receive you. So much hangs on you being able to convince them that you're really Aaron and Tony.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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