"She has got a nice figure." David nodded, rubbing his chin as he admired the blonde cheerleader. He knew she was only about 15 years old, but he didn't care. Problem was, as he watched the girl answering her phone and sitting on a wall, David didn't know what to swap with her. Her boobs looked decent, but they weren't big, then again... did he want to experience having big boobs? Course I would, even if just for a short time. David answered his own inward question, smirking. The girl's figure was also nice, but he would expect that of a cheerleader, her short cheer skirt emphasized her nice, rounded butt.
"Aw hell, I don't know, her legs are nice I suppose." David grumbled, growing impatient with his own indecisiveness. Everything about the girl looked appealing, except maybe the glint of braces on her teeth, but from the neck down... definitely.
Suddenly David felt a weird shifting sensation, he blinked and then reopened his eyes and at once realized he was sat where the cheerleader had been sight, and some girl was gossiping into his ear through the pink phone he was holding. Holy fuck!" David exclaimed, looking down at the teenage girl's body that his male head was now fastened to.
"What?? Who is this? Where's Caitlyn?" The girl's voice asked through the phone.
"Give me my phone back you jerk!" The blonde girl came running up to David, her ponytailed head now fastened to his 20-year old male body. David didn't respond as the girl snatched her phone out of his now manicured hand. She then put it to her ear. "Sorry Beth, some weird guy just took my phone off me." She said, as she turned and started walking down the street, adjusting the cock in her pants as she did so.
"This is so cool!" David grinned, reaching up with his feminine hands to cup his perky tits in his hands. "So this is what being a girl feels like..." He continued, lowering his right hand and rubbing his crotch through his skirt, moaning as he did so. "Oooh yeah, I'm gonna have to experience more of this." He groaned, biting his lip as he then turned his head to watch the girl with his body disappearing down the street.
He got to his feet, taking a moment to peer down at his smooth, feminine legs and girl's sneakers, and then he set off following the girl he'd swapped heads with.
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