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Give me strength. He’ll get over it. Eventually. “Ron, you’re overreacting,” Kim reminded him, letting them into her home.

“Overreacting!? Listen to my voice! I’m sounding like a girl!”

“Good afternoon, Kim, Ron,” a sultry voice spoke to them.

“Yeah, just like her!” Ron pointed to the woman in glitter who had been waiting to greet them. What he noticed first and foremost of the woman was how much skin she showed. She even had a long slit in her ankle-length gown to show more. But the primary-red gown kept things everything PG, though how the the strapless stayed up was beyond him. There was only connected cups over her huge tits, and pushing them up and together.

“I’m her!!” He lost the last trace of his male voice with that scream. “I wasn’t sure who I was changing into, but it’s her! Jessica Rabbit!! I was right! Disney hentai porn!!”

“Ron! Jessica Rabbit is not real. She was never real.”

“Oh, but she was,” the voice said. But out from behind her behind came Wade, the overweight, black, genius kid. “Sorry, but I couldn’t resist,” he said in his unaltered voice, now. “Though I do need this hologram of her for a comparison between her and you two.”

“You’re bad, Wade! A bad boy that needs to be punished,” he said in a voice that had a little of Jessica’s nightclub smoke. “Badboy.”

“My bad. Maybe. Er...Ron, how would you punish me?”

Ron tried to be slow, enticing, to keep his balance on the 5” heels. He lowered himself towards the boy’s level, his rear out, his cleavage dangling, his hand out to stroke the chin, “I’ll think of way.”

His hand went through Wade’s face. “Aw, Wade! You ruined the mood by being a hologram, too!”

“I don’t leave my room, you know that, Ron. Kim, your mom’s report was right. Ron feels compelled to become like Jessica Rabbit.”

“And he knows her too darn well, too! I found out he’s into cartoon porn.”

“That’s bad! Now that I’ve shown Ron it’s Jessica he thinks he wants to be like, he’ll feel compelled to be like his idea of Jessica. If he didn’t know who she was, the damage would be more limited.”

“We can limit it, Wade!” Kim hit a fist to her palm with an idea. “You created that Jessica hologram here so we can see just how far we’ve moved away from our old selves, right? Well, Ron has to see just how different he still is from Jessica!” She turned to him, “Look, Ron, you’re not a cartoon. You have perfectly normal measurements.”

“For somebody who’s stacked!” Wade said.

“Wade, you spend too much time at your computer, too, don’t you?” Kim frowned. She wasn't interested in the shota’s reaction; it was Ron’s she was dealing with now. “Take a good look, Ron! Study and compare your body and hers.

Ron’s C cup tits made his black tee tight around the chest, and raised it off his midriff for him to see his hourglass waist. The skirt rose only three inches above the knees, so he had less of his womanly legs revealed than Jessica. He ran his hands over his new curves; and reformed their shape to the cartoon’s exaggerated ones. And he noted her bust overhung his by several cups.

But there was always that butt of his. He was more self-conscious of that than his tits. He couldn’t bring himself to believe that his were that much smaller. So, he walked around, inspecting Jessica in three-quarters view, profile, and then from behind, studying her three-D derriere. He stepped inside the hologram. More places of his stayed inside that outside. Even his butt. When he was finally able to say something, he said, “You know what? The more I look at Jessica, the more I like what I’m looking at!”

“It didn’t work,” Kim groaned.

“It may even have backfired.”