Car Stop

Kim was in the driver’s seat, but Wade’s car was driving itself. She didn’t have to keep her eyes on the road. Despite herself, she kept her eyes on Ron. Now, she had as normal of a brain as any daughter of a rocket scientist and a brain surgeon. It was heterosexual. Her body, though, seemed to be bi. It didn’t take much to get it aroused. Only her active life and superior will had kept her from being a slut. No, that word was too ****. She had standards. Perhaps ‘swinger’ was the better word. Whatever; she had always had feelings for Ron, even before they had started having sex together, even before they had any idea that sex existed back in pre-K. His back-up on their missions only intensified her caring for him.

And that was the opening her body needed to adjust her mind’s attitudes. First Ron, then, maybe…. “Ron, I notice your legs.” He does now have gorgeous legs...and without any hair or stubble. They’re probably silky to the touch. “You’re crossing them at the ankles.” Like a woman in a skirt like he’s wearing would.

“I’m wanting to cross them in a very non-Ron way,” he groaned, moving his full buttocks on the car seat. “I can’t because of the dashboard. Why does a self-driving car need a dashboard!?”

“Back-up. You know all about back-up. Now, I’m yours. For the...transition.”

“I don’t want to transit, even if I want to. This body I’m getting wants to, but the me that’s left keeps thinking how we got our own bodies back when Drakken changed us before!” His voice was definitely becoming more female.

“Fine. We have a goal. But getting stressed out about it isn’t helping. And it isn’t helping me with my stress, either!” Something moved and bounced. They were under Ron’s shirt. “Did you just become a C cup?!?”

“If I could give the cup back, I would. I don’t want a set!” He pulled his black tee down as if he could **** them back into his body. Only, he found out, “That smarts!”

Well, you need some smarts. (This is what happens from hanging out with Ron too long.) “Relax. Breath deeply. Get calm. Be calm…” Kim **** his shirttail away from his hands.

“I’m breathing, I’m breathing, deep breaths. Kim! My tits are heaving! And they’re heavy!”

Kim looked away in exasperation. What she noticed, now that she could see it bare, was his waist. “If you’ve stopped changing, then you’re not going to have a corset-sized, wasp-waist, Ron! There is that good enough news to help you calm down!?”

“But I can almost see in my mind what my figure is supposed to become, Kim! I look like a cartoon!!”

“I’m not becoming a ‘cartoon’! Mom said I’ve stopped changing! You’re about to stop changing! You didn’t get enough of that “Jessica’s Ink” on you to change like that!”

“It’s a premonition! I can see my future! I’m doomed to get more of that lipstick on me, and be all Disney hentai porn!”

“Ron! Just what kind of websites do you visit?!”