This choice: "What's it like, being Tracy?" • Go Back...Chapter #5"What's it like, being Tracy?" by: WhatYouWant   "So," Charlie started, flexing your muscles as he moved your body around the room experimentally, moving to his body and looking down at it with amazement in his eyes. "How long have you known you could do this? What's it like... I mean, ya know, being a girl?"
You frowned, considering, you haven't actually been Tracy for long. You felt your supple chest again, and flexed your arms, jumping up and down, feeling your body move in strange ways, your center of gravity is lower, and your ass was still shaking a second after your jump. Charlie, almost forgetting his question, picked up his limp breathing form from the ground and put it in the circular egg chair. "Holy shit dude," Charlie gasped, lifting up your shirt to show your stomach as he sucked in. "Holy shit, when did you go to the gym?!" It was holy unusual hearing your own voice coming out of someone else's throat. You looked over curiously at your friend, as he lifted things around your sister's room, including the bed frame you sat on.
"To answer your first question," You began,"I've been her for a whole half hour at this point. It's... super weird, dude, I feel so different... like, my brain is working differently. I'm... like, less focused. My body feels all weird, I can... feel? I can feel everything super vividly now. And colors look different, and smells smell different. And..." You face flushed slightly as you cupped your sister's breasts, instantly drawing Charlie's attention. "I got these... I mean, man, I've always wanted to touch boobs but I can... feel 'em, you know? I can feel 'em bein' touched. And it is..."
You felt a tingle in your head, like your brain turning off as you pinched your left nipple and let out a short gasp. "A-fucking-mazing, holy h-holy shit."
"Daaamn girrrrl," Charlies said half sarcastically, sitting next to you on your sister's queen bed. "I can't wait to try it... speaking of which, I mean, how much of your sister is in there? Can she hear me?"
You considered for a moment. "I"m not sure, tbh," you stammered, stumbling over your strange use of text slang. "I don't think she's in control, but, like, her subconscious is still there? I think?"
Charlie blinked stupidly, your face muscles looking strange trying to mimic is his own facial moments. "How do you mean?"
Your face flushed. "I can connect with her thoughts, like, somehow," you recount a few moments ago where you actually seemed to enjoy Charlie watching your ass as you climbed up the stairs. "It's not important."
You could see Charlie, now that he knew it was you in the body, not holding out on his staring, as he seemed much more interested in you in this current form than he was of himself. His eyes fell to your sister's bust, pressed together by a lacy push-up bra which poked out from under your v-neck t-shirt.
"Hey... Jake," he said after a moment, forgetting himself. "Can I...?"  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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