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Amanda wondered if she could get more comfortable around people with that change. She didn't have the intention to stop anyway, because she needed to get back to her old appearance, or at least close enough to be recognizable. But she was still wondering how much more she'll have to change for that.

"I continue." She said.

Obviously no visible change came, but Amanda felt kind of over dressed. Sadly she only had her hoodie, and nothing under it. If only she had at least a T-shirt...

"So, how do you feel ?" Greg asked.

"Good... good... I feel less embarrassed to be looked at... I think..." She answered.

Josie took the dice for her turn and Amanda took advantage of the diversion to slip away in the bathroom. There, she took off her hoodie and looked again at her fake tits. She took her phone and made a selfie in the mirror. They maybe looked absolutely fake, they were actually quite nice... Maybe if she hid her face, she could asks what people thinks of them ? Wait, what was she thinking ? It would be so... embarrassing... no ? As much as she was thinking of it, there was no embarrassment about it, in fact, she was even aroused at the idea of doing it... What would she risk ? Her face would be hidden. And she looked nothing like her old self. No one would know... She blurred her face with her photo app and send it on an adult site, asking what people were thinking of her tits... Just doing that made her really horny.

In the main room, Josie rolled a four and joined Amanda on the red cell.

Leslie took a red card and read it.

"You'll sure love writing, it'll be like it's a part of you... Do you continue or chicken out ?"