Why bother?

She sighed and relaxed. No stopping it now. Honestly, she was a little curious about the process. "You know what, you're right. I got myself into this and there's no point blaming you."

Mark relaxed, too. He had obviously been worried about how she'd react. He really was a good guy. Jen realized she didn't deserve a friend like him. She smiled warmly. "I'm kinda curious anyway. It's such a weird concept! So far I haven't really felt the changes that much, but maybe I'll start feeling them as they get more drastic."

Mark was starting to get visibly aroused. She laughed at his feeble attempts to hide it. "Uh, bro. I can see your boner. You don't have to keep trying to suppress it." She winked at him. "Besides, I don't mind it."

**** to change the topic, Mark asked if she could feel any changes.

"I mean, the new tits are still the biggest change. Look at them, they're huge!" Mark coughed and averted his eyes, so she grabbed his head and turned it so he was face-to-face with her cleavage. She reveled in scandalizing him - it was so cute how he tried to preserve her modesty. "Dude, go ahead and stare. You basically created them!"

He was making full eye contact with her breasts at this point. "Ok, I notice a few changes." She laughed.

It was funny. There was a definite point where she was terrified of her oncoming transition but now that seemed like a vague memory. In fact, old Jen felt mostly faded at this point too. She knew old Jen would hate this, but she actually liked it.

As she released his head, Mark pulled back shamefully. "Uh, Jen, you're being a little intense. I don't want to take advantage of you when you're in this state."

Jen snorted. "Look, Mark. I'm not feeling like Jennifer anymore at this point. I have all her memories, but I'm a becoming a different person. These clothes don't even belong to me, for God's sake! And look at me. Do I still even look like her?"

"Yeah, more or less." She was right that her facial shape had changed - her angular features had rounded out and her large nose had shrunk considerably. "I mean, you've changed, but you're still technically Jennifer."

Jen leaned forward, her hot breath on his neck. "Yeah, well, I'm the version of her that wants to fuck your brains out."