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But James' attention was elsewhere. As his entire world had shifted. He was in the goal mouth of a soccer pitch. The warm Sun beating down on him, and her. Or rather her... and her. The cleavage she was proudly displaying in her tight white top making it abundantly clear she was a woman.
Her bust stopping her from seeing her shorts. Well, she knew they were skin-tight,... were they still shorts. James' head was spinning, pounding. Even as dizziness threatened her, she made another discovery. Her dreadlocks, and those claw-like fingernails.
"Please." she begged, her voice sounding more seductive, a purring smokers' tone. Feminine but sensual coming from James' lips
As Conchita Martinez looked her up and down, she smiled. In the blink of an eye, she too transformed, giving herself just as womanly, just as curvaceous a body.
"Now we both have something to risk... something to play for. Let's play, Jane."
She shifted her weight from one hip to the other, her bust giving a firm bounce, her taut, toned waist shown off.
Jane felt the pressure, "Loser gets to keep her body."
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