I can't help but giggle, seeing the numerous alarms Tiffany had set, only to have that reaction once she had swapped. "Her loss" I mutter, looking to the more recent message she had received. I blink rapidly as the screen goes white, the phone chugging a little as it pulls up the app.
After a brief moment for my eyes to adjust I open the message;
Toby: Babe bein stuck a home sux, ditch class n come here As I read the message I feel a twinge of recognition in my aching head, the memories and knowledge I had exchanged shifting around inside of under powered and rarely fully utilized brain.
"Toby?...Toby...Toooby is my..." I mutter, my sweet voice hemming and hawing as I try to pin the name to a face. Suddenly, my lips curl into a lewd smile as my face begins to feel slightly flush. Parts of my straight male mind fight back for a minute but are quickly overwhelmed by the sexuality and feelings I had stolen from the silly young woman. "My boyfriend" I purr, my words dripping with lust and no slight amount of desperation as I feel my pussy rapidly dampening at the thought of the handsome and athletic jock of a man.
I wriggle at the edge of my new bed in frustration, my brow furrowing as I try to pin why I was feeling so frustrated. "Is this a side effect of..." I whimper, practically grinding my hips against some imaginary partner as I readily seek some sort of relief. As my and slowly shifts down towards my greedy and hungry sex I feel a slight pang of disinterest, a remnant and sexual hangup of Tiffany's bringing itself forth in my mind.
"She never...she rarely...took care of herself?" I whisper under my breath, not wanting to alert anyone in the house that something was amiss. A slight grin spreads over my beautiful new face as I inch my fingers closer and closer, the part of Tiffany's sexual interests holding me back becoming overshadowed by my sexual frustration and desire to explore.
However, before I can slide my delicate fingers past the waistband of my bright pink panties my phone buzzes again. I jump a little in shock, feeling the surprisingly large device violently shake in my petite hand. With a slight sigh I'm brought back to reality, my mind and body still desperate for release despite only having been in this body for mere moments.
My eyes drift to the phone once more, my lips running long my plush lips as I read the message
Toby: Come on babe, my parants rn't here
Toby: We'll hav the place al 2 ourselves I practically leap from my bed, staggering a little as I feel my short yet far more powerful legs impact the white carpeted floor beneath me. I can't contain my excitement as I read the message and the heavy implications that clung to his choice of words, leaping and bounding across the messy room as I race to find some clothes to wear.
I race past the small vanity in the left corner of the room, the top covered in several make-up pallets and varieties of mascara and lip balms. My smile only grows wider as I catch my passing reflection in the mirror mid-leap, my sopping wet panties on full display as I spread my legs wide with each energetic leap and bound.
Next to the vanity sits an open space by the window, a small pile of dirty laundry sitting beneath the dark curtains where ever Tiffany had dumped them. Tight white Lycra shorts with black and yellow stripes rest alongside a tight top of the same design. A short skirt rests beside them, the making of my new cheer uniform having been discarded along with many of the other items in the pile. Tight white jeans, blue and pink tank tops, a clingy white sweater inside a dark blue jacket, and several other similarly colored items giving off Tiffany's aesthetic preferences.
To the right of the window rests a large open wardrobe, though many of the hangers and shelves are vacant with their former contents sitting in the pile below. I pause in front of the wardrobe, glancing down at my phone and the message that had caused all this elation.
"I need to..." I hiss excitedly, my body practically shaking as I feel like I'm about to damn well burst. "I need to get off...soon" I whine, squeezing my thighs together as I'm bombarded with the sensations of my sexually frustrated body mingling with my overloaded sexual desires.
Deciding not to run through the house, my horny body on full display to whoever I meet, I quickly begin to search the wardrobe for something to wear. A grin spreads across my lips as I remember Toby's message, the young man's desperate cry for company and attention informing my clothing choices as I eagerly begin my search.
I begin to paw my way through the shelves on the right hand side of the wardrobe, finding various sets of underwear and leg wear bundled up lazily inside. Nibbling at my soft bottom lip I quickly grab a matching set of baby blue underwear, a slight lacy trim around the edges causing me to giggle like the girly girl I had become, along with a long pair of white thigh-high socks.
I slowly begin to peel off my panties as I continue to stare into the wardrobe, mewling softly as I feel the panties stick to my aching pussy before finally coming away and exposing my drooling sex to the cool morning air.
Glancing through the somewhat limited options for clean clothes I eventually pull out a white pleated skirt and a pink t-shirt. If I was going to be a girly girl I was certainly going to look the part. I quickly grab out a light pink tracksuit jacket to go along with the outfit and a small pair of black flats before slamming the doors shut. I quickly whip the white tank top over my head, tossing it into the laundry pile Tiffany had left for me as I glance down at my exposed chest.
The soft tanned, albeit pale beyond the obvious tan line, and perky breasts rise and fall with each of my soft tempered breathes. Without any support they slope ever so slightly, their large size causing them to conform to a bulbous teardrop shape before tapering up at the nipple. My areolas are tiny compared to the sheer size of my rack, my puffed-up pink nipples looking relatively large by comparison to the small pink circles they lay upon.
I sway my hips excitedly as I approach the clothes I had laid out for myself. For a moment I freeze up, grabbing the bra as a confused look spreads across my face.
"Like...how the fuck does..." I mumble, my sentence faltering as my hands quickly set about putting my cute lacy bra on with practiced precision. With a slight grunt I lean forward, my hefty bust now digging into my shoulders as it's lifted and supported in the soft delicate cups. I can see my nipples poking through the bra ever so slightly despite how sensitive and engorged they were, a lewd grin quickly overtaking my lips as I imagine how this mysterious Toby will react once he sees me.
The panties are easier to get on, though I'm forced to play with the lacy ruffles around the waistband for a moment in a distracted daze. I giggle as I feel the soft material cradle my thick firm ass cheeks, the front of them developing a faint darker patch as my pussy begins to soak this pair as well. Dropping the skirt to the ground I bend sharply at my waist, feeling the panties become buried between the firm cheeks of my juicy rear.
I let out a small gasp, not only at the sensation of giving myself a wedgy but also at how flexible I felt. Slowly but surely I stretch more and more, practically folding myself in half and then some as I begin to wheeze and groan at the over extension. As I feel the tightness in my taut muscles become almost unbearable I snap back up, grabbing the loose skirt and pulling them up along with me. I carefully zip up the side of the skirt, huffing slightly as I struggle to get it over my wide hips as I wriggle the swishy thing into a comfortable fit.
Moving as quickly as I can I grab the tight pink shirt, tugging it over my long wavy blonde hair as I pull it into place. It clings to my chest and waist tightly, no small amount of cleavage being visible no matter how hard I try to pull up the neckline. Despite the bright effeminate color I find myself liking the outfit, the fashion sense I had traded for lacking my dislike for these light blues and flashy pastel pinks. Unsure as to how people would react seeing me in this top I quickly pull the exceptionally light pink tracksuit jacket, zipping it up all the way to the top in an effort to hide my otherwise visible assets.
I glance at the large white door in the back corner of the room. However, before I can move towards it I find myself being mentally pulled towards the vanity. Wincing at the sudden intrusive thought I look over at the low mirror-laden table, my mind's eye becoming flooded with images of a makeup routine I needed to follow. Waltzing over and sitting in front of the table I feel my body move on auto-pilot, my hands darting between all manner of foundations and eyeliner as I begin to get myself ready to see Toby.
I can barely keep up with the rapid motions, my eyelashes becoming curled and darkened while my lips are covered with a sweet-tasting shimmering balm before I can even take it what I was doing or why. My hands snap to a large brush on the table immediately after finishing up with my expertly done makeup, brushing the tangles out of my luscious blonde hair and causing it to shimmer like gold in the few rays of sunlight reaching into the room.
Eventually, I'm released from the fugue state, my hands dropping back to my sides as the brush clatters down on the table. I simply stare at my reflection with my big blue eyes, my gaze darting over my long black eyelashes to my plump shiny pink lips and around my delightfully contoured tanned face.
Slowly standing up, breathing heavily after having control wrenched away from me so suddenly like that, I begin to plod my way towards the bedroom door. As I pass my bed I spy my large phone resting on the floral bedspread, gasping sharply as I remember what Toby had sent me. I hastily snatch up the phone, opening up his message as I begin to type back.
Me: sur babe ill c u soon I can't help but wince a little as I read my own writing, recognizing objectively how incorrect it was despite it being just how I wrote thanks to the trade with Tiffany. Grumbling under my breath I slowly begin to walk towards the door once more, my face twisting into an excitable smile as I begin to bounce and skip with each step.
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