Wishing for longer hair, Cameron tugged his sweatshirt over his head. Cursing his distraction, his hair caught in the loose collar. Pulling it halfway down, he worked his hair loose, tossing his head, whenever it felt like the hair was caught. Surely, it was his imagination that made the task feel so long. Finally, it was done.
The worry of wearing earrings, an awkward conversation and an embarrassing evening stretching ahead of him vanished in a moment. He tried to smooth the sweatshirt lower. The discovery of breasts was unbelievable. Surely, just a fold of material, a loosely hanging garment fooling his hands. As he explored, Cameron found it was too warm, too flesh, too real to be a mistake.
Snatching his hands back, he tugged the lower hem of the shirt down. His breath caught, as it only confirmed what he'd dreaded. A full set of breasts were clear, straining against the taut fabric. Big ones too!
Racing to the nearby mirror that was only a few paces away. Cameron felt the movement of her bust, reflected there was a woman who'd stolen his clothes. The exact same outfit. But a different person inside. The baggy bottoms were quickly revealed to hide a lower half that matched....
Cameron's shoulders slumped. Every inch felt horrifyingly, humiliatingly real. From those too large, firm alien nipples. The teasing sensation that came from them, down to the soft warmth of the sweatsuit Cameron knew it was real.
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