Becca and Dena

On one side of the room you spotted Becca. Becca is a 23 year old girl of average height, 5 foot 3 inches, and has natural blonde hair that reached all the way down to her arse. She always had a sexy look on her face, her eyes screaming the opposite of innocent, and her smile always rather creepily looking like she was hungry for love. She had large 34F cup breasts that were extremely firm for their size, barely moving or bouncing as she walked. And she always liked to show them off. She liked her tits, and enjoyed showing them off. She was currently talking, and showing her body off, to a few guys sitting around her. Or at least, she was. She used to do that, now she was sitting down chatting in a shy calm manner. She had buttoned the top of her shirt up, hiding her cleavage and pulled her hair in front of her ears to cover even more of her tits. Her entire demeanour had changed. Her personality had changed.

You looked around the room and found that it had been swapped with Denas. Dena is a very innocent girl. She was 27 years old, only 5 foot and half an inch tall, small B cup boobs, and black, shoulder length, hair. Her face was also very innocent, with her resting face being a worried look, rather than the typical resting bitch face everyone hears about.

Dena was now sitting chatting with some of her friends, but she was speaking with confidence now. Pushing her chest out, giggling more, trying to ensure everyone would be looking at her. It was in stark contrast to what she usually did, which was hide and try not to be noticed.

She got up and walked past you to her room, noticing you were looking and whispered “hey good looking.” You nodded and said hello back, intentionally not following up on her flirting, and watched as she walked with confidence out of the room. It seemed her new personality had also influenced her walking style, her hips were now swaying a bit more, and she seemed to be intentionally walking with more of a bounce in her step, trying to cause her small B cups to bounce.

You looked at your watch and wondered why Rebecca was taking so long to actually get into the dining room. So, to pass the time, you fired the remote off a couple more times. However, at this point Rebecca walked into the room and directly into one of the beams. She was swapped. You didnt panic, you didnt mind. You just waited for her to get to you so you could observe what the swap ended up being.