"If she's going to throw a hissy fit over every part of her body, maybe I should make the feminine physique a bit more appealing," Jessica mutters, and Amanda grins.
"Yeah, go for it!" she says, and I close my eyes and shake my head.
"Please don't," I beg, but my words fall on deaf ears. Jessica snaps her fingers and my head rings with pain and discomfort, like my thoughts have just been permanently scrambled.
That turns out to be a pretty apt description. I close my eyes and shake my head, wondering what just happened, but when I open my eyes everything changes. I look down at my breasts, jutting out into my line of vision, their outlines visible through the thin fabric. A few seconds ago, it scared me to have those mounds sticking out of my body, of all places. Their random jiggling, combined with the extra sensitivity and sexual connotation, made me uncomfortable all over, but now...now those very same facts formed the reasons for why I suddenly loved my breasts.
"Wow," I say, giving my chest a good squeeze. "I never knew boobs felt like...it's nice!"
My attention veers towards my crotch, penis-less and previously another source of infinite discomfort. I stick my hand into the bikini bottom and find that sense of emptiness fascinating. My penis should be there, but now that it isn't...it feels strange, but oh so wonderful at the same time.
"Did you have to make Rachel attracted to her body?" Amanda asks with distaste. "She'll be too busy masturbating to find any guys now..."
"I didn't make her attracted to her body," Jessica says. "She's fascinated by it, as opposed to disgusted. She finds the changes appealing."
"That's what I call attraction."
Jessica shrugs. "Whatever. She's not complaining anymore."
I listen to this banter with half-a-mind, too busy playing with my longer hair, until Jessica turns to me.
"All right, sport," she says. "We're going to scratch the photo shoot and try a little something different for your first day, find you a boy who won't mind a little vanity."