It was startling to be kissed. Not the kisser, but the kissee... Oddly thrilling, and faintly rude as your hands flapped at your sides. Unsure if you wanted to push him away, or hug him tight. Still adjusting to your jeans, they clung like they never had before. Accentuating your rump, and svelte legs. There's no mistaking you as boyish. The width of your hips, the fullness of your ass, the flat crotch and teeny-tiny waist make your new sex unmistakable.
The pants seemed to press the lacy details of the underwear, as if trying to embed the pattern teasingly in your flesh. Meanwhile beneath your simple top, you feel the heft of your bust, again the lace trim around the cups tickles, the long mane cascades to your waist falling over your shoulders, and drawing attention to your too thin arms.
The long, slow appreciative whistle from Jess didn't help, as your cheeks burn crimson at the wolf-whistle. "Who knew that was hiding in your DNA?"
Jess easily lifts you from your feet, and whirls you around. "And I'm strong... you're light as a feather." His hands in your armpits make your mind race, basking in his effortless strength. His confidence is exciting, his strength an aphrodisiac, and you hate to admit it. But, you feel yourself melting in his masterful grip.
"You can call me, Jesse, and I'll call you my sweet Anabella." Even his voice sends electricity up and down your spine. His casual and easy acceptance of his new sex is impressive, and granting you both new names, is intimidating..."
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