Head to your sister’s old room and get dressed

Damn.

Alex was right. You knew he was. It hadn’t been much more than an hour since you’d woken to find yourself in the body of a woman. You couldn’t lose control of your passions that quickly or you’d never make it back out of this and get your old body back.

You found it odd that it was the 18 year old boy who had put a stop to the sexual activity and actually thought rationally about what was happening. It was so backwards from the way it should have been. But you picked up the robe, put it back on and headed upstairs to Gwen’s room.

Gwen’s your sister. She’s two years older than you and going to college. She’d be home for the summer soon, but was touring Europe with some friends for a month first. You suspected you could find some clothes that would fit you in her room.

Gwen was a dancer. Truth be told, it was being around her and her dancer friends that had given you the idea for Faith’s body type in the first place. Seeing all those dancers in their tight leotards had created your fixation on lean, athletic bodies in the first place. What you and Alex had changed, however, were the tits. Dancers are usually too lean to have big tits like what you and Alex imagined for Faith.

You slipped into a pair of baby blue panties, marveling at how lovely the satin felt against your smooth skin. Then you put on a pair of Gwen’s jeans, which fit you almost perfectly. You couldn’t help but stare at how great your ass looked in those jeans.

The bra was going to be a problem, however. There wasn’t a chance in hell you were fitting your tits into one of Becky’s bras. You imagined it might be possible that one of your mom’s bras would fit you.

Ewwww!

That was way too creepy to even think about.

Braless it was.

You deliberately picked a thicker flannel button down to keep your tits as hidden from view as possible. It didn’t work as well as you hoped, since your tits only barely fit in the shirt that would have been quite loose on Becky, but it would have to do.

You looked in the mirror and found your look to be satisfactory. You still looked smoking hot, but not so tempting as to make Alex lose all control.

What’s the fun in that? You thought briefly, before shaking the idea out of your head. The itch between your legs was going to have to be ignored, plain and simple.

God his finger had felt good inside of you!

Stop it! You told yourself as you headed back downstairs to talk to Alex about your predicament.