"Wait a minute. What the fuck? Why are you so much hotter than me?" she exclaims suddenly.
"Huh?" you say confused. You turn and look at the tv screen and use it as a mirror. With it, you can get a good look at your body. "Oh," was all you could let out. Your brown hair grew out to the length of your shoulders and somehow got some amber highlights on them, not that you were complaining, they looked good. Your stubble had all but disappeared leaving smooth skin and a lovely face with large eyes. You look down and see that while your arms are slimmer, you chest grew quite large, your new breasts stretching out your white tank top. Your jeans felt tighter around your waist and did little to hide your firm and ample but as you used your hand to feel its curviness and how it transitioned into well shaped legs. All in all, Alex was right, you are sexier than her.
"You know what?" you finally get out, "I could get used to this body," you say as you feel grope your breasts, which were easily the largest you've ever seen.
"Hey, once you're done molesting yourself, can we move on?" Alex blurts out.
"Move on to what?" you ask.
"Let's go out and get some drinks! We can't do this shit sober."
"If you wanna get drunk, why can't we drink here?"
"Cause I'm all out of beer. Plus, I'm dating the bartender at the place across the street. She'll give us at least two rounds on the house for us."
"Hmm," you think about it for a while. Getting drunk. But maybe that was the point. Plus, you really wanted to give your female body a try and show it off. "Okay, let's do it," you said.
"Awesome," Alex responded. "Lemme get dressed first. And I'll get you some clothes too." She briefly looked down at your chest after that statement, "Although they might to be your size."
Once you were both dressed (Alex wearing a miniskirt and a sleeveless crop top and you wearing your jeans and one of Alex's sweaters, which was too small and clung you your breasts and showed quite a bit of midriff) Alex asked about one more thing before you both left for the bar. "Hey, wanna make another wager before we go?"
"What did you have in mind?" you asked.
"Well at the bar there are two types of uniforms that the female bartenders have to wear: a classic bartender suit or a skimpy dress. Guess which one my girlfriend will be wearing tonight and you can..." she paused as she thought of a prize before you interrupted.
"I can take your head," you suggest.
"Wait what?" she asks, shocked.
"What?" you ask. "The wager can be about anything right?"
"Um, I guess. That's just kind of weird."
"I know. I'm into some weird stuff."
"Hmm, fine then. And to keep with the theme of body part stealing, if you guess wrong, I take your arms."
"My arms? Why not my head?" you ask.
"Cause A. unlike you, I don't have a fetish for that and B. I think it would be cool to have four arms, something that I do have a fetish for that."
"Okay, fair enough. Pretty sure losing my arms would make me look sexier anyway" you say smuggly.
"Whatever. Then it's a bet" With that you both head to the bar.
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