The Doorbell interrupts

Lost in your beautiful reflection and the shock and awe of seeing yourself in this beautiful feminine body, you it takes you a moment to notice the annoying buzz sound from downstairs. The doorbell is ringing. Out of habit you turn and grab the doorhandle to rush downstairs and answer the door when the mirror reminds you yet again, that you are not quite yourself anymore.

You hesitate for a moment. The bell chimes again, longer this time and impatiently. Driven by the annoying sound you rush downstairs, one hand at your waist to keep the shorts from sliding of your hips and the other one clutching at your breasts which seem to have the annoying but probably very interesting looking attitude of bouncing and jiggling all over the place with every step.

You rush to the door, take a moment to check for any wardrobe malfunction, and push the handle down just when the bell chimes for the fifth time.

"Jeez, I thought you would never op-", Noah, a childhood friend of yours, is standing outside.

He breaks his tirade when he notices the stunning chic with flushed cheeks and alluringly tousled hair which just opened to door. "Uhhm, hey there, I was looking for John. You don't by any chance know where he is?"

"Oh, it's you.", you breathe a sigh of relief when you see the familiar face.

"Yeah, me. It's Noah by the way, pleased to meet you." The way his eyes glide towards your chest area you can be sure that he really enjoys seeing you.