Futa Sister at the Frat Party

Today was not going at all to plan, you reflect as Zoe leads/drags you toward the large detached house, the sound of laughter and music drifting down the driveway to meet you.

Of course, there's no reasonable way you could have planned for a magic transforming ray-gun showing up in your apartment. Nor could you have anticipated your younger sister using it to turn you into a cartoonishly pneumatic woman, mostly anyway.

You comfort yourself with the thought that it's only temporary. You just needed to play the role of big sister for a few hours, then she'll restore your manly physic. You can manage that, right?

"Babe! You came," a tall and annoyingly good-looking man greets Zoe at the door, lifting her clear off her feet in a muscular hug. "And you brought a friend..."

"Hey, I'm Jeanie," You take the offered opening to introduce yourself using the female name Zoe had convinced you to adopt for the night, "I'm Zoe's bro, uh, sister."

If Zoe's friend noticed you stumble, he gave no sign of it. In fact, he seemed kind of distracted, his mouth slightly open, his eye wide and staring at...

"Oh my god is he checking me out," you think to yourself, "What the hell, is he gay or...?"

Confusion gives way to embarrassment as you follow his eyeline down to your ample chest.

"Oh right, I'm hot now." You remind yourself, a shy blush heating your cheeks as you tug at the neckline of the too small dress that's barely containing your huge tits.

Stupid things seemed to have a mind of their own. Maybe if you had a bra, and there's a thought to add to today's list of unwanted new experiences, but Zoe didn’t own anything that could contain your new assets and there hadn't been time for lingerie shopping what with all the primping and preening she'd insisted you both needed. So, you were stuck with borrowing one of your sister's dresses. Stretching too little fabric over far too much inviting feminine flesh, making you feel **** in a way you've never had to deal with before.

"Come on Jeanie," Zoe grabbed your hand and dragged you away before the guy can start drooling on your tits, "you can flirt with Dean later but first, let's get a drink..."