Hands on instruction

"Come with me," you say suddenly, taking your old hand. The palm is a little sweaty, but warm and firm.

You pull him into a hallway towards the back, a bit away from the rest of the people and the party. You turn and face him. He seems nervous, his eyes wide. You think about he is seeing. A beautiful girl with flowing golden hair, wearing a dress that wraps around her curves. You know he is looking into your big blue eyes in the dim light.

"It's ok Will." You say, stepping close to him and rubbing his arm soothingly. "I just need to say something."

"Yea?"

"It's so frustrating for a woman to deal with a man who doesn't express himself! You should have just told me you thought I was beautiful and fun to be around, but instead you acted so awkward. But there is nothing really to be afraid of. You need to let go of your hang ups."

"Wow, I don't know what to say. Honestly, I agree mostly," Will responds. "I am trying to work on my confidence."

"You need to be assertive! You aren't doing anything wrong! You need to have more self-respect."

"Okay..." He responds.

You reach up and squeeze your tits. You feel a little jolt of pleasure you do so. "For example, I know you like these boobs! I've stared at them-- I mean I've seen you looking at them a bunch of time."

He blushes. "Well, I can't exactly just say you have amazing tits."

"Haha I guess that true." You feel confident and sexy now, watching him watch you. Ah, it felt good to be the hot girl, knowing you were wanted. You had all the power.

What if you gave him a little shock? It would help with his confidence problem after all.

"And what about this?" You say, in low tone. Wow, your voice was so sexy now, so feminine. You step closer, your faces only an inch apart maybe. "Does this feel good?"

You press your torso against him. His feels warm and solid, you breasts squishing a bit. Ugh it did feel good. Now you are maybe six or seven inches lower than you were before. It was weird seeing your old body as so much bigger than your perspective.

You look up with your blue eyes and look into his.

You are about to whisper something to him, but he leans down and kisses you on your plump lips. It is soft but firm.

He pulls away and lock eyes with you again. You can feel his hands around your waist now, holding on.

He leans in for another kiss, this one more full. Oh it feels good to be kissed. You taste the wetness of his mouth and feel his tongue.