and what it has to offer

Finally you feel safe. You couldn't imagine talking to somebody yet. Maybe you could find clues to what had happened.

Looking at a body length mirror against the wall, you see the girl standing there, your new form. "Yep this is still happening, I'm actually in this body," you say. "Gosh my voice sounds so different."

Putting the purse on the desk, you slip her coat off. You look around the room. It was also nice, with white walls and black furniture, plants and artwork on the walls. "She always was so put together," you say to yourself. "You can tell by the little things that her family has money. Well it doesn't seem like there is anything out of the ordinary here."

You look into the mirror again and approach it. There she was, so lovely. You blink your eyes and she does too, bright blue eyes. You touch 'your' face. It felt so soft.

Reaching up, you slip off the tie and let her hair down. Running your hands through it, it felt so soft. "She always did have great hair."

You look down at the rest of her body. Her body was curvy in all the right places, basically an hourglass figure. You turn around and look at your new ass. It was big for a white girl, with wide hips. "Damn."

You put your hand on it, thinking about how you'd always fantasized about squeezing it. 'This is my body now,' you think, 'I really could do anything I want with it, with her...'

You slap your ass. "Ooh," you exclaim, somewhat unexpectedly. That felt good. You smile and in the mirror Molly has a naughty and mischievous expression.

You would love to take a closer look at this body. But was it the right thing to do? On one hand, she probably wouldn't want you taking advantage of it, and what if she somehow remembered this? But then again, you were fully inhabiting this body. It was yours, you could feel its sensation and control its movements. If you were going to be inside her, you might as well take a look.

You look down at your breasts, full and stretching the fabric of your shirt. You reach up and feel them, softly at first. You might as well take a look. Slipping off your shirt, you see a beige bra and some amazing cleavage. Time to get this off. You struggle struggle at first to unhook it, but then it slips off. Muscle memory?

You stare in the mirror at two beautiful tits. They weren't so much big as well shaped. They were pale and she didn't have much of an areola, but two little dark pink nipples. You reach up and grope them gently. They were sensitive, but the feeling was good, also like a tickle. You squeeze them harder. 'Ugh that feels good you think.' You pinch you nipples and a jolt of sensation goes through you.

You look at the pretty girl groping herself in the mirror. You had complete control over her, complete access to her life. The thought makes you feel a strange kind of warmth in your belly. You think about how many times you masturbating thinking about her, about what you would do to this body.

Unbuttoning her jeans, you slip them off with a little difficulty. Her legs were pale and smooth. She did have big thighs, but it made her even hotter.

Cautiously you touch your crotch. 'Yep, no more big willy,' you thought with some apprehension. It was weird not having a dick down there, it felt like a loss. 'Well here goes nothing.'

Slipping over your panties you see your pink pussy. 'Huh she shaves.' It was smooth and your crotch was a bit darker than the rest of her skin. Touching your lips, it is sensitive and warm. Spreading your pussy slightly, you see the wet pink insides and the bump of your clit.

'Wow.' You had fantasized about seeing this so many times, but in a very different context. You wondered what it would feel like to be touched down there. Had she had sex recently? Or...what would it be like to have a hard, throbbing dick slide inside. The thought sent a shiver down your spine, but it was electric. You felt warm and your pussy ached.

Oh my God were you getting horny? In the mirror your face was flushed, eyes dilated.