“Yes, that’s a good idea,” I told her, not keen on the idea of going out in public in Christy’s surgically enhanced body. “Maybe we should get dressed, we can’t just sit here half naked,” Christy suggested with a slight chuckle. You laughed at that, “You’re probably right, although I get the sense I have fewer things to put on than you.” Christy got off the bed and helped you up as well. The feeling of the flesh jostling around your chest with every movement was incredibly disconcerting, and it that was only one of the many new sensations Christy’s body hammered my mind with. Getting the skin-tight black dress Christy had been wearing to go over the bounteous tits I’d inherited from her was no easy feat. There was no zipper or anything, the dress was basically a stretchy black sheath and it definitely strained trying to contained my new curvy body.
“I’ve take shirts off of many guys before but I never I’d be the guy putting one on,” Christy said, her chest half bare as she tried to put on the shirt her new body had been wearing before she and the man got *down to business*. The sight of her manly, muscled chest stirred something inside me that was not pleasurable. “Let me help you with that,” I offered, walking over and trying to button up the shirt, but that might have been asking too much with the long, manicured nails I now had. “Yeah, sorry, guys always like me with long nails, you get used to them though, it’s just practice,” she commented and I gave her a weak smile, not sure I wanted to get used to them at all.
It took a little while, but Christy and I got dressed with a bit of effort, although I decided to forego the slinky shoes had been wearing, the five inch heels on them looked far too intimidating. Suddenly I heard Christy make a strange noise and she patted her stomach, “Ugh, I guess I’m hungry, I’m sorry,” she said, a bit of colour tinging her cheeks in embarrassment. I don’t know why, but that just made me laugh and then she laughed and we both ended up laughing like maniacs at how unbelievable the situation was.
“Let’s go see if you if we can scrounge up something to eat,” Christy suggested after a bit. She led the way out of the bedroom and out to kitchen. The guy must do really well for himself because everything in around looked pretty high end. Everything looked modern and professionally decorated, with a nice, open floor-plan. Without saying anything Christy went straight to the fridge and started pulling out things to cook something. Meanwhile I figured I’d turn see what was on TV, hoping we could get a distraction from whatever had happened while we got some food going.
The TV sprung to life and the news came on. The anchors were talking about …
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