"Great..Oof.." I guess I gotta play it cool before someone thinks I'm a crazy bitch and sends me home.." Chris started as he felt his very feminine body shuddered in mix emotions at the word 'home," realizing Thomas had called into work today.
No..No I gotta figure this out before the end of the day.. Chris thought as carefully wormed a hand past his baby bump to feel the outline of Yvonne's pussy. "I..I can't go through that." Chris said as he was feeling his face blush before he started back out onto the market floor.
Holding his head, Chris didn't have much of a clue how he was going to go about this. Acting like a woman is one thing but acting like YVONNE is a whole other thing.. Chris thought as he attempted to casually blend in and stock the snack isle, hoping y the box laying on the ground was Yvonne's job before the swap.
"Umm excuse me baby girl, could you point me in the way of the tortillas?" A male customer questioned from behind Chris, bending over nearly causing the new woman to drop the pickles in his slender hands as he stood back up instinctually. Not enjoying the feeling Yvonne's breasts gave him as he felt her milk filled knockers slosh about in her bra, Chris paid no attention to the man's question until the customer's voice rose.
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"Aye bitch! I said, where are the tortillas at?" The man shouted at Chris, causing his diminutive body to shudder with fright and point down further the aisle without a word. "All right thanks toots..and be more carefully where you're tossing this thing.." the man said before pinching Chris's mature right ass cheek.
"Eek! A-asshole!" Chris felt himself say, an involuntarily 'Eek' managed to escape his mouth before telling the man off as he wandered away. Place the pickle jar he was holding onto the shelf in front of him, Chris buried his face into his hands. "I'm such a girl now.." Chris mumbled into Yvonne's lotion scent hands. The weird emotion looking at someone taller than him was strange enough, much less the feeling of getting harassed by a dude. He also wanted to cry as his very motherly body cranked out its hormones.
His hormonal sobbing didn't cease until a familiar voice caused him to lift his face up..
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