"Hmmm." her voice measured, as if she's reconsidering.
"Fuck... Fuck you bitch..." the anger sounding less dangerous in your shriller voice, more filled with panic and fear than threatening and strong.
"Naughty, naughty..." Babs' voice mocking, her anger still clear, her voice steady.
"Was it my body... Did you need to quench your thirst for a bigger girl?"
A tingle spreads outwards, centred on your chest, more precisely from your nipples. They stiffen, poking through the thin fabric of your former clothes.
Your shirt starts to follow, swelling outwards as you feel breasts growing in. The soft flesh a contrast to your former firm pecs. Your hands flap wildly as you try to force them backwards, to remake your chest. But the stiff nips crinkle against the pressure of your palms. The smaller hands overwhelmed by the abundant flesh.
"Or perhaps, it was a taste of the exotic?" Babs's voice taunting you further.
The haze of long wild blonde locks vanish from the edge of your vision, and a tingle runs over your face. Cupping your new features, you feel the softer, silkier skin. You taste the waxy, unfamiliar layer on your lips, that you assume has to be thick lipstick. Your fingers catch in the long smooth black hair. Ripping open your shirt, you find your body is female through and through.
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