This choice: Still tipsy, Hayley decided that she enjoyed the swap. • Go Back... Hayley tried to stand up in my old body, slightly stumbling as she did so, with a dim look upon her face. I stepped back and watched in horror as she unzipped the jeans and stretched them open to peek at my bits. I cringed as I noticed a smile develop on her new face.
Retaining her focus on me, Hayley spoke. "Wow, this is great!" I was gobsmacked at this remark, which followed a loud burp. I could tell that she was still drunk from the night before, but still I could not believe what I was hearing.
She suddenly lost balance and stumbled forwards, trying to balance herself with my shoulder. I was slightly stunned by the amount of weight placed on my new shoulders. I developed a look of disgust on my face. "Hayley, listen to me," I said, cringing at the sound of Hayley's feminine voice come from my lips. "This is serious!"
Hayley hiccuped and replied as she slowly advanced closer to me with an overwhelming presence. "I know," she said as she attempted to comfort me, "But this could be fun." The breath of my old body was overwhelming, but so was Hayley's size as she suddenly wrapped her thick arms around me and embraced me in a somewhat comforting hug in an attempt to calm me down. Although I was slightly relaxed in the arms of my old body, with my busty chest pressing against my old flat chest, feeling a tingling sensation in my new nipples, I was still distraught by the current situation. I was still unable to grasp the reality of what had just happened.
"Hayley, I really don't like this," I cried, disturbed by the tone that my feminine voice had taken, as if I was starting to plead to her, "I don't want to be you! This is too awkward!" It seemed like the more Hayley embraced me, the more girl-like I was becoming.
"Why not?" Hayley asked as she started to release her grip of me, no longer pressing her flat chest against my breasts, "I like being you. Why don't you like being me?"
I did not want to upset her, especially while she possessed my old body. In my body, she was taller, heavier, stronger and quicker than me. If I somehow made her upset, Hayley would have no problem exposing our secret to everyone at the party. I briefly considered what to say to her. "Because...because I don't...like being a girl!"
Hayley laughed to herself. "Don't be silly Al, you'll get used to it."
With that said, Hayley released me from her grip, slightly rocking me off my balance, and smiled at the obvious expression upon my face.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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