Washing Serena's gorgeous body.

While washing this paragon of feminity that is Serena's body, within the intimacy of the bathtub, under the constant stream of pleasantly hot water, I almost feel like a pioneer. After all, what other man in this whole wide world has had the privilege to experience what I'm experiencing in this very moment? To spread soap over the whole skin of a gorgeous young woman from the point of view of the woman herself, rubbing the sponge through every knack and crevice, using soft movements to compensate for the extra sensitivity of her soft smooth skin.

It is an actual treat to put on this cute shower mitten over my borrowed hand and gently massage the totality of Serena's gigantic marshmallow-like breasts until they are covered by a bountiful layer of slippery foam. I need to be extra sure to clean the area right under them, then do the same with the long valley between my buttocks while paying especial attention to my female private parts.

I can't allow them to remain dirty after all the action they've been enjoying during the last few hours, do I?

"Hunnngghh..." I moan when I carefully sink two soapy fingers into that crevice while leaning against the wall. "...slowly... more... delicate."

Somehow, this feels like the appropriate way to clean my new vagina. But, at the same time, it kinda feels like I'm getting too ahead of myself.

"Aaannghh... haahhh... Aah! Oh... oh no!" This itch, this warmth spreading all over my body. Serena's switch has been flipped yet again! "Gaaaahh! D-Damn it!"

This just keeps going on and on, distraction after distraction. And, at the end, I just can't get anything done because this body is so hopelessly sexy!
I furiously grab my left breast with the free hand(the one with the soapy mitten on) and try to stroke it as strongly as I can, as if trying to punish this body for reasons only I understand. However, because of its stupid size and the ammount of soap making the shiny skin way too slippery, I can't get a grasp on it, and the gigantic breast ends up sliding to the side, making me look like a fool.

"Fuck's sake!" I exclaim in frustration.
But then I stop for a moment with my eyes wide open, and in the next moment I'm suddenly bursting into laughter with a hand on Serena's flat belly.

God, this situation is so ridiculous, so wonderfully ridiculous.
I relax my shoulders and peacefully look upwards, allowing the hot water to fall over my face.
When was the last time I felt so lighthearted? So free of worries, with nothing weighing me down... Well, except for these massive tits.

"(chuckle)"

I don't have to work in that awful office anymore. All of my debts are gone... as well as my stiff, achy, overwheight body. Dead. Buried forever.

"...sniff... heheh."

I've finally left behind that constant, daily misery of my old isolated life. It will never come back...

"...sniff..."

For some reason, my face feels especially hot, and I'm blinking way more than usual. Also... I'd swear that hot water is not the only liquid sliding down my cheeks. It's almost as if I'm... crying?

"...sniff... huh? ..sniff...... wha...?"

Oh no, why am I crying?

I silently lower my head while pursing my lips, desperately trying to suppress my sobs.
A memory suddenly flashes through my mind: the image of my dead body in the hospital basement. I remember it clearly, because it happened only a few hours ago, but I've been able to suppress it so far thanks to the fact that I was busy being acquainted to Serena's body and life. But I can't help it now. That image is still here, fresh and terrible, and extremely hard to process. It was me over that stainless steel table, my... corpse. All I ever was, the whole ammount of all my meager achievements and life experiences, sufferings and worries, everything reduced to an unsightly pale lump of dead meat over a metal table that reeked of piss and ****.

The body my parents gave me, the body I lived in during the whole 39 years of my life, ended in such a pathetic state.

I clench my jaw and cover my face with both hands, overcome by a wave of emotion whose intensity takes me by surprise.
Serena's body sways side by side, until I find myself with my back against the wall, slowly sliding down as my new thin legs lose their strength.

"Snifffff.... sob... uuhhh..."

This is so strange to me. When was the last time I cried? Now that I recall... I think it was when my mom passed away, some two decades ago.
Damn it. Is it possible that I've really spent more than twenty years without shading a single tear?
It's such an irony when I think about it. But back then when I was still a brat, during the happiest years of my life, I used to cry all the time.
It wasn't until I turned into a dull depressed adult that I got used to endure and endure, never showing my true feelings, not even within the privacy of my own house.

My lips are trembling and I shake my head, then I hug my legs close to my chest, until I have the bulk of Serena's massive breasts protruding right under my chin. I can't take the sight of my pale inert face out of my mind. I'm dead, dead, dead! And I'll never be able to go back.

This is all I have now.

I hug this body tighter.

All I have...

I sink my face into the wet valley of my protruding chest, my thin shoulders shaking under the warm shower. If I was still a man, I'd try harder to contain my tears. But now that I'm possessing the body of a woman, my emotions have become way harder to contain.

So I stop trying.

And immediately after, my sobs turn into bawls.

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40 minutes later...

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The bathroom door opens up and I come out of it surrounded by a cloud of steam. I am still naked, except for a wet towel hanging around my neck down to my perky nipples. And as I feel the colder air of the hallway caressing my exposed skin, I shift the weight around my voluptuous hips and brush a lock of dark hair off my face.
My expression is now peaceful, undisturbed. And even though I still have the same worries I had an hour ago, I'm surprisingly unbothered by them. I feel calm on the inside, as if a massive weight has been lifted from my shoulders.

'Cry, Markie, just let it come out and you'll feel better.' That's what my mom always said. And she was right.

I put on a little smile as the chubby face of my mother pops into my head.
But then I let out a long sigh, and decide to focus on the present, on the things that make me happy instead of melancholic.

Seeing how there is no one in sight, I walk towards Serena's room, my naked feet lightly tapping over the carpet while my heavy breasts keep jiggling sideways, brushing against the towel after each step. I look down and feel them with my hands, enjoying the unusual coldness of their pale skin right after the shower.

I immediately decide that leaving these natural wonders uncovered would be unwise if I pretend to function normally, so as soon as I get into the room, I open the wardrobe and shuffle through Serena's underwear.

"This is quite exciting." I say with a playful jiggle and a pair of panties fully extended in front of my face.

I take a deep whiff at them, enjoying the softness of the fabric against my nose, though a little disappointed by the absence of any peculiar feminine smell other than the fabric softener.

I'm fully aware that I'm acting like a total pervert, so I **** myself to stop out of pure embarrassement.

Serena does have a lot of panties in this particular drawer, all carefully folded and placed in several neat lines. But what about the bras?

I open the drawer right above the one with the panties and I find myself staring at a dozen or so bras of almost all sizes: from a relatively modest B-cup all the way to those massive baskets similar to what Serena was wearing when I possessed her.
I feel confused for a moment, wondering why does this girl own so many bras that are clearly too small for her. But then I realize that the smaller bras are just her older bras, and that she had to keep buying new and progressively bigger ones as her chest kept developing, larger and larger every passing year.

I grab the smallest one: a cute purple bra that seems fit for a girl in her early teens, then place it in front of Serena's adult breasts out of curiosity. And obviously enough, the garment gets immediately dwarfed by the sheer size of these milkbags. The contrast between them is almost comical.

"Holy shit, Sera." I say in a fit of incredulous laughter. "You've really come a long way since then, huh?"

I give my nipple a playful pinch and throw the small bra back into the drawer. Then I grab the one with the biggest cups and stare at it for a long moment, fascinated for all the right reasons.

I suddenly realize that despite all of my... infatuation, towards Serena's chest, I still don't know her measures.

"There must be a label somewhere... Oh! Here it is!"

When I read the label I can't help but laugh in disbelief.

34J! Serena is sporting a god damn J-cup!

I decide to put it on immediately, carefully following the steps I learned a few hours ago.
And after my massive boobs are finally comfortably placed within these sexy-looking cups, I look for the only panties with the same floral pattern and also put them on.

Once I'm done with the underwear, I stare at the mirror and try a few poses, fully enjoying the view of the semi-exposed body of the voluptuous woman I've possessed.

"Should I take a photo of this?" I mutter, looking at Serena's phone. "Wait! But first..."

I approach the bedside table and grab a bar of red lipstick, which I carefully apply over my full lips.
Right after that, I quickly apply some makeup powder over my cheeks and complete the work with a pair of earrings.

"Now that's more like it." I purr in a sensual voice while staring at my reflection.

Then, I unlock Serena's phone and open the camera.

"Say 'cheese', new me!"

I take a few more photos after that first one and even record a small video.

But the time for silly little fun is quickly coming to an end. Because, all of a sudden, I realize that I'm utterly and completely... wasted.
This has been a long day after all, probably one of the longest I can remember, and this new body of mine clearly has had enough for today.

I glance at the window, noticing how it's already dark. Then I find myself staring at the bed with longing eyes.

I swallow saliva, feeling for a moment the lingering fear that this might still be a dream after all. But it passes quickly.

With a reassuring nod, I take off my bra once again and turn off the lights. Then I tuck myself into the cozy blankets while lovingly hugging Serena's plump breasts, finding comfort in their soft welcoming warmth.

I fall asleep almost immediately.