Breakfast is a mix of teasing and speculation on how you changed. Curses, magic, and government experiament theories fly around. None of them make any sense. It seems the facts are is that you're now female. You have no idea where the suitcase of women's clothes came from in your room. Perhaps from the same person that faciltated your transformation.
After breakfast you all start strolling the street. You're not up to slapping on a bikini going to the beach. You feel wierd enough right now. The guys do a good job of looking out after you. It's wierd having three protectors, but just add that on top of the rest of todays wierdness. Things are going pretty well until Jordan looks at you with a huge grin and asks, "So Aaron, can we see your tits". The other two burst out laughing. Knowing them they were probably daring each other to ask. "You guys are assholes", you shout redfaced and walk off a head. They run and catch up with you. "Hey man, I'm sorry. It's just that they're freaking huge. It it had happened to me I would show them off", Jordan states. You accept his half assed apology and quickly change the subject.
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