Still a Good Girl…?

As I woke up the next day and began to sit up the first thing I noticed was the very familiar shifting of weight along my chest. My eyes widened a bit as my hand reached slowly reached up and I began to grab and massage my chest, which pulls a very slight moan out from between my lips.

“I’m… still Jennifer.” I whisper to myself, my nails digging in to my flesh now as I quickly stand up and run to the bathroom, staring myself in the mirror with a look of pure shock. “Why didn’t it go away… why are you still here?” I ask as I stare at myself. For a second my reflection just stares back at me, sexy, evil looking, and I can’t help as I reach up and smack myself across the face hard to wipe that lustful smirk off of her face.

Luckily it was the weekend so I wasn’t required to go to work in this state… God that would be a nightmare. I decided to just try and get up and go about my day like normal. Usually I walked around in my underwear for the first part of the day… and let me just say, drinking coffee topless is a way different as Jennifer than it is as Ben.

After coffee and breakfast I usually started a small workout routine but, honestly, I wasn’t entirely sure what I could even do in this body. She was so jiggly and thick… weights are out, cardio might be out… fuck do I even have anything I could wear for a workout?

Going back in my room and going through my dresser I found an old workout uniform that Autumn had left behind… I probably need to go shopping, unfortunately. Working for X-Change I am sure this won’t be the only time that I am going to need women’s clothes.

I walked back into my living room, now fully dressed, as I turned on my smart TV and connected it to YouTube. I wasn’t much of a yoga person so I needed a little bit of help figuring out where to start. Once I found a video that seemed good enough, I mean, the dude was an absolute HUNK in the thumbnail, I clicked it and got to work.

Much like with other aspects of this compliance pill, doing yoga may not have been the greatest idea, especially a coached session. I felt myself pulling my body to its limits in terms of flexibility, all because the man on the screen told me to do so. If I were smart I would have quit a few times… but I… I’m a good girl…

A good girl who was too enthralled by her workout routine, after all the times she heard her trainer say the word focus, that she didn’t notice whenever her front door opened again…