It sure does.

The zipper hits the top and suddenly you are staring into the beautiful face of a punk looking young lady that is clearly a super model. She has blonde hair that is buzzed short on the sides, a little longer in back, with the top styled up in a Mohawk that is died neon pink. Her perky nose, slightly upturned, has a trio of piercings, three rings, the center one a tad larger than the two sides. Sticking out your pink tongue, you say, “Blaaah.” As you look over your sexy silver barbell piercing and perfect teeth. Your lips are a tad thin but still sexy and lacquered with glossy black lipstick that has flecks of silver that shine in the light. Your eyeshadow is mostly black and purple but does the same. You are wearing a cheerleader uniform that is pink and white with no show little pink socks and white tennis shoes. While you don’t exactly have breasts, your body shape and stance is clearly that of a girl. Reaching under your skirt you find, hidden easily by a little thong, is a slender cock about three inches or so, it is soft, and your little balls respond nicely to your soft hands. You let out a little gasp and stop playing with it.

Much like last time in the other girls apartment, the memories of this new you begin flooding in but this time you still keep a bit of yourself as if this new you was either younger or just hasn’t done as much yet. Still the knowledge of your friend, a sexy hardcore bitch by the name of Jamie, is waiting for you at a costume party in downtown Paris. “This is going to be fun.” You say to your sexy new face. Then again you could just go hit the town.