As Jeff's new body took him into the club, an enormous man clad in jeans, a black -t-shirt, and combat boots stood aside and waved him in. The man, obviously one of the club's bouncers towered over Jeff's new female body; even with the added height Jeff had with his new body's stiletto heels.
Jeff's eyes met those of the bouncer's. While the man's powerful form was the essence of masculinity, the new head sitting atop it's broad shoulders certainly wasn't. A matronly elderly woman with her grey hair pulled back in a tight, severe bun and a pair of horn-rimmed glasses perched upon her nose did her best to smile as Jeff met her gaze. "Good afternoon dears. I hope you're both ready to dance your new behinds off."
Jeff felt Coach Harrison's new petite body slid up next to him and half embrace his own womanly form. "Oh, don't worry...we're ready to shake our hot little asses off!!!" The Coach was practically giddy with excitement. Jeff felt a great deal more trepidation. He was NOT looking forward to putting on a show!
A short time later, Jeff and the Coach were in a dressing room that their bodies shared. As the pair watched from their new first-person vantage points, their bodies...
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