I must be losing my mind. She thought. How ridiculous was this whole idea anyways? An old lady grabbed her and gave her a secret power to swap body parts with people. She shook her head and laughed at her foolishness.
Elizabeth would have noticed her chest was bigger. Women notice things like that about each other. And her clothes fit these breasts perfectly. She pursed her lips and put her chin to her chest to get a better look at her chest. She undid a button to look at her cleavage. Her eyebrows raised. They did look brilliant, but her bra fit perfectly.
She grabbed them with both hands and gave them a squeeze again. They did feel a lot firmer than she remembered but then again she didn’t often fondle her breasts while in a bra at worlds. She looked up at the door. If an employee came in here right now they would put both of them in an awkward situation she figured she better stopped playing with them.
She stood up and made sure her blouse was all buttoned flattened the creases. “Come on Emma the proof is in the family photos you dingle berry.” She shook her head and smirked. This must be some kind of midlife crisis having a more negative image in your head of your own body. Although she thought she might know her own cup size after all of these years....
The door to her office opened again as she gathered up some paper work. She looked up to see Ryan slouching in. He was an Irish lad she had hired as a temp. When he applied for the job he said he was desperate for work... but he was late. Again.
Emma crossed her arms and looked at him with a look that showed she was disappointed. The action made her boobs push up as if she was not used to having them and she instead put her hands on her hips instead.
He looked around at the office and scratched his head. He seemed to forget the dress code around the store as well he was wearing some tight cargo shorts.
“Hey uh, Emma.” He took a breath and stood up straight. “Am I scheduled for today?” I lost my hours.
“Yes and 15 minutes late I might add.”
He looked stunned. “Look just go to the utility closet and get what you need to clean the restroom” She said brushing him off.
“The toilets?!” He said with an obvious Irish accent.
“Look Ryan you are dressed like a customer nobody is going to think you work here”. She said looking at his tight shorts again. She noticed a bulge in his groin area. Ryan was packing. She realized her gaze was lingering so she quickly looked away and walked behind her desk blushing.
She looked up to make sure he didn’t see her stare then glanced down at his bulge again. Jesus Emma he is half your age. she thought.
He looked down at his outfit. “Sorry Emma won’t happen again.” He said.
Not being able to control herself she took one last glance but the bulge was gone and his front was flat.
He left the office and she looked down and saw a large lump in the front of her slacks. She didn’t really think much of it she thought it was a fold in the pants you sometimes get by sitting down. Ryan must have just had a fold in the fabric of his shorts that he brushed away. She couldn’t believe she looked at him like that.
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