As the smoke billows in through the vents, you wonder if you've made a mistake. Not the gender switch, but simply if you're being too cautious. You always found Asian women incredibly attractive, but... well, they're not generally blessed with curves.
You never wanted to be a blonde bimbo, as if that were possible with your preference for becoming Asian. The smoke rises, filling the chamber, your body hidden in the mist below your waist. You feel the tingle as it goes to work. Shifting your seating a little, moving your weight from one side to the other, the seat feels a little more comfortable.
Then it sinks in, it's probably your bum. It's just you have more padding.
A soft knocking comes from the door, "You okay, in there?" Carol's voice reassuringly calm, almost as if she's offering you a coffee.
"Fine... thanks." you stop talking almost instantly. Your hand rising to your throat, startled by the feminine tone. It doesn't stay there long, as you feel your arm press against your chest... no. Looking down you confirm, pressing against your bust.
Apparently, the mist picked up on your concerns, as you feel your bust is massive, the cleavage deep and full. Swallowing nervously, you hope it's just an illusion. Or the unfamiliarity of the view. But... Wow.... just wow! The girls look so ripe and full. Cradling them, you're half afraid they'll vanish like a mirage. Instead, you feel their firm warmth, rest in your hands. Idly, you brush your thumb over each proud nipple. A shudder rips through your body, and your teeth chatter.
With the changes complete, you feel the gas retreat towards the vents. Moving in that alien manner, almost sentient, as it withdraws. A vague niggling concern teases you. Are you pretty?
A click, and a hiss announce the door opening. Anticipating your worries, you see Carol standing there, by her side a full length mirror.
In that mirror, a gorgeous Japanese woman is touching her face, uncertainty clear on her face. Her lips... your lips full and glossy. She copies your gestures as you stroke your hair.
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"Oh... oh my..." you whisper, as you take in how impressive you are now.
Carol reaches a hand in to your still stunned body, snapping you from your dazed state.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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