Shevy apears

You heard some footsteps coming down from upstairs, and Shevy walked into the room. Shevy is 5 foot 2, speaks with a cute lisp, and has slightly messy light brown hair. She is 25 years old and has a nice pair of 34C cup breasts, currently hidden underneath a coat. What caught your main attention, though, were her hips. She didnt have much of an arse, but her hips were lovely and wide, almost perfect child berthing hips, and they wiggled from side to side as she walked.

“Im popping back out, dont know when I will be back” she said to Rebecca, “Ill see you tomorrow.” She turned and left and you couldnt resist watching her hips sway in her tracksuit trousers she was wearing.

“Always out” Rebecca sighed, “Always getting guys.”

“Hey” you said, “I am right here.”

“We arent together dude” she said, “But fair. Sorry. Its just, everyone always pays attention to her.”

“Why would that be?” you asked. You knew the answer, you just wanted to see if Rebecca was comfortable enough around you to say it. Turns it, she was.

“Those hips of hers” Rebecca said, her arms tracing the shape in the air, “Everyone is so attracted to those hips. Its amazing, but ridiculous.”

“Would you prefer to have the attention?”

“Why? What do I have that people would pay attention to?” Rebecca asked, standing up and giving you a quick jokey twirl, “I dont have the arse or the hips!”

You wondered what she would look like with a larger, more feminine arse and hips. You made a mental note to check later.

“Dude?” She said, sitting back down and poking your arm, “Are you there?”

“Sorry” you said, “I zoned out.”

“Yeah you did. Oh shit, the pasta!” Rebecca jumped back up and went to sort out the pasta, leaving you in your own world.

As she drained the pasta, you focussed, and watched her jeans change. You always seemed to prefer her in skirts, and wanted to see what she would look like if her jeans turned into a denim skirt. It was an absent minded change, but one you enjoyed watching. Her legs slowly got revealed, as the trousers shrunk to be just above her knee, and then fused together into a skirt shape.

“All good?” Rebecca asked, returning to the table with two bowls of pasta, plus a pot of pasta sauce and some wine.

“Is this not cheating for you?” you asked. Rebecca was, after all, Italian.

“Not when I am lazy” she said. You loved her accent, some words pronounced weirdly, her difficulty in saying the letter R, all because of her Italian parents. Her skin, a very light olive colour, attracted you too.

“Youre still thinking about Shevy and her guys arent you?” You asked. Rebecca was not actually, but you quickly altered her mind so she had been for the past few minutes. Her face looked a bit sadder now, you felt slightly guilty, but as your morals were changed, you didnt really worry that much.

“Yeah” she said, “I mean, dont get me wrong, shes attractive but still. I wish people had paid me a bit more attention. I dont mind now, youre giving me attention, but still. I like attention.”