Decisions on the road

It is just a two-hour drive but most of it is across bumpy roads and paths into the wilderness. Since your new body is so slim and petit, you were banished onto the backrow’s middle seat. Every bump and pothole you drive through, you can feel your smooth naked thighs rubbing against the hairy, muscular legs of the boys cornering you. And with every bump and rub you feel the light summer dress riding higher and higher.

Felicitas, seemingly not noticing your silent fight with the hemline, leans around the backrest and faces you. "So, you decided to enjoy the fairer sex for a while huh? John doesn't really fit you anymore, does it? What shall we call you from now on?"

"What? Deci- No! I didn't want any of this. You know what? Just call me Jane." You cross your arms sulkily at hearing her implications. The way that this squishes your tight, full tits against each other, emphasizes your cleavage and draws everyone’s eyes to your tits is lost on you.

"Jane? Not very original. Imagine, having the option to select your own name and you go for Jane. Let’s come up with a better one, shall we boys?"

Of course, they were all in favor of that idea. How couldn't they. With your head crimson red from the humiliation of being objectified like that you sit there in silence. You know that you should object to them patronizing you like that, but some strange feeling around your stomach area or possibly a bit lower is stopping you. Subconsciously you rub your thighs together causing your dress to ride up a bit further without you noticing. Felicitas however notices your squirming and the inch of milky white, soft thigh flesh. She smiks. "Nice ideas boys, but I don’t think she really looks like a Lena or Mary do you? Maybe something more exiting. Like Trixy. Or Fawn or Kitty." "Kitty sounds nice" Caleb chimes in as yet another blush wanders over your face. Felicitas eyes are still trained on you and she sees your nipples getting hard and poking through the thin fabric as they talk about you as if you were not even there.

“I think she is a Lola, don’t you?”, Isaac says while letting his eyers run over your body.

"Yeah, that has a nice ring to it, don't you think, Lola?", Felicitas laughs.

You sigh surrendering to the group. "I guess."

Felicitas was setting on to add something when Noah chimes in. "I think it sound lovely, name. But now everyone told tight, the last part will be especially bumpy."