As you wake, you take in your succulent body. Those full breasts don't belong to anyone named Adam. As you shake off your sleep, you find only more and more things to confirm that you are the bubblicious young woman you appear to be.
Certainly the ache from your shoulders feels familiar, as you cup your bust to ease the pain. Opening the wardrobe, you know what Adam would have in here. But, that's not what you see. As you feel the fantasy fading, the dream of a simpler life without these immense boobs, and this incredible ass.
You dismiss the idea that you're a guy. Finding yourself smiling, even chuckling at the idea. Deciding to lean into the new life, you find an outfit to wear. Naturally, you slip it on and admire your reflection. Today you'll go with the busty Marlyn Monroe look.
You just hope the dress is sturdy enough to hide your naughty nips. The girls just broadcast your horny need too obviously for any sharp eyed guys, or curious gals.
Slipping the girls from sight, you head downstairs. As you walk, you know you're Eve Jenkins. The dream of being Adam rather than Eve is easily shaken. Feeling the familiar, comfortable bounce as you head downstairs, you can't imagine living without the comfort of 'the girls'.
Changing half-way down the stairs into a hip-swaying slink. The sensual shifting of your hips, smoothing your descent into a seductive glide. The bounce easing, and the grace coming automatically.
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