Naked Through the Streets

"Jules, if you're gonna grope them, that'll surely catch attention. If ya don't want attention, then be normal with it!" said Vanessa. The two were walking back to home. It was around lunch time.

"It's easy to say..." Jules was naked. Atleast, half naked.

He had unwantedly ripped his t-shirt to shreds, and now all he had on were his pants. His upper body was naked. His breasts open for the world to see. Many a men whistled and looked at his breasts. Not knowing that the girl there was a boy in reality. It was not a big deal though, the city was casual with nudity.

Jules slowly removed his hands of his breasts. His peeks red as hell.

He looked down. Not wanting to have an eye-contact with anyone. He scratched his head. As the two continued walking. Vanessa couldn't help but blush and chuckle nervously at her brother's predicament.

"You realize today is mom's birthday, right?" said Vanessa.

"I do..." said Jules... but then the horror struck him. He was trapped in this body for fucking twenty-four hours! He wouldn't be there his mother's birthday dinner. "Shit."

"Exactly."

The two continue walking towards home. Jules's breasts jiggling with each step of his. There were certainly so many gawks gazing at him right then.

"Well, well, ain't that lovely?"

Vanessa and Jules stopped in their tracks. Jules's eye widened in horror. That was a familiar voice. Vanessa turned around. It was Arnold. Vanessa's boyfriend. Jules's classmate. Vanessa eyed Jules and looked at Arnold, biting her lip. But Arnold wasn't alone. There was someone with him.

"And who's this?" the girl asked.

And Jules died there a thousand times. It was the crush of his life. The girl he always dreamt of. The fairy of his dreams. It was... Jenna.