A journey to the airport, part2

Beverly POV in the bathroom

With a sly smile, Beverly locks the bathroom door behind her, eager to explore the treasure trove of beauty she now inhabits. She sets the bag down on the sink and looks into the mirror, taking in the stunning reflection of Tracy's body. She runs her hands over the smooth, toned abs, feeling the strength and power beneath the surface. Her eyes wander down to the firm, round breasts, and she can't resist giving them a gentle squeeze, marveling at their perkiness. She slides her hand down further, over the tight, muscular stomach, and stops at the waistband of the shorts. With a wicked giggle, she unbuttons them and lets them fall to the floor, revealing Tracy's perfectly shaped pussy. She's always been curious about what a 'normal' body would look like without her own Goth attire, but she had never expected to experience it like this.

Beverly's heart races as she reaches for the hem of Tracy's shirt, peeling it off to expose her toned, athletic frame. She traces her fingers over the tight abs, each ridge and curve a stark contrast to her own body's natural pallor. The muscles ripple under her touch, foreign yet exhilarating. She cups her new breasts, feeling the weight and firmness that she's never experienced before. Her thumbs graze the erect nipples, sending a jolt of pleasure through her. She watches in awe as her reflection seems to wink back at her. Her eyes then travel down to the trimmed pubic hair, framing the most intimate part of Tracy's body. With trembling hands, she parts her legs slightly, exposing the neatly tucked-in pussy. It's so... different. Soft, pink, and inviting. She runs a finger over the smooth skin, feeling a strange thrill of power. This body is a weapon, a tool to experience life without the constraints she's always known. She let a soft moan escape as she touch her new clit before removing her hand, surprised by the wave of pleasure she felt.

"Oh, Tracy," she murmurs, her voice a caress. "You really had no idea how lucky you were, did you?" She steps out of the shorts, her eyes never leaving the mirror. The sight of her lean legs and firm buttocks is surreal. She runs her hands down her sides, feeling the power coiled in the muscles she never knew existed. She steps closer to the mirror, her breath fogging the glass as she cups her breasts again, feeling the heat of her arousal build. "I'm going to enjoy this," she whispers, a dark promise to the reflection.

With the door locked, Beverly's newfound freedom in Tracy's body is intoxicating. She slides her hands down to her pelvis, her fingers dancing over the smooth skin before delving into the soft, trimmed bush. She finds the warm, wet center of herself and gasps at the alien sensation. Her touch is gentle at first, exploring, learning the geography of this uncharted territory. Her thumb circles her clit, sending shivers of pleasure up her spine, and she watches her reflection in the mirror, her pupils dilating with each stroke. Her other hand squeezes a breast, her thumb flicking the nipple in time with the rhythm she's setting. The sounds of her moans mingle with the running water from the shower she turned on to cover any noise. Her hips begin to rock, the tempo increasing as she becomes lost in the sensations. She's both terrified and thrilled, feeling more alive than ever before. The friction builds, and she can't help but bite her lip, her hand moving faster, her breaths growing ragged. She whispers Tracy's name, her own curiosity and desire blending with the image in the mirror. The climax hits her like a storm, her body convulsing, the reflection in the mirror a blur of passion and power. She lets out a keening cry, her eyes squeezed shut, her hand still working the magic on her newfound flesh. As the waves of pleasure subside, she opens her eyes, panting, her hand slowly withdrawing. She looks at herself, a mix of amazement and triumph, before a sudden knock at the door jolts her back to reality.

"Bev, are you okay in there?" Tim's voice is muffled by the door, a note of concern lacing his words.

"Tim, I'm fine, just... taking a bit longer than usual," she calls out, her voice still Tracy's but with a hint of breathlessness that wasn't there before. She quickly composes herself, straightening her posture and taking a few deep breaths to calm her racing heart.

"Okay, just hurry up. The flight's in a few hours and we still need to pack your stuff," Tim responds, his voice a mix of frustration and worry.

"Don't worry, Timmy," she calls out, her voice still echoing with the aftershocks of pleasure. She reaches into the bag and pulls out the yellow sundress. "I've got everything under control." She slides it over her head, feeling the soft fabric brush against her skin. The dress clings to her curves, the fabric straining slightly across her new, perky D cup breasts. She doesn't bother with a bra; they stand firm and proud, seemingly defying gravity. She giggles, feeling the cool air kiss her nipples. "Tracy never knew how good it felt to be free," she whispers to her reflection, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Alright, I'm ready," Beverly says, her voice now steady. She opens the door, and Tim's eyes widen at the sight of her in the sundress. It's tight, but not in an uncomfortable way. It's like it was made for Tracy's body, which she now controls with a newfound confidence. She's barefoot, and under the dress, she's commando. The feeling of the fabric against her bare skin sends a thrill through her, and she knows Tim can't help but notice the way she moves differently.

"You okay?" Tim asks, trying not to let his gaze linger on the way the dress hugs Beverly's new curves.

"Never better," she says, her smile more Tracy's than ever. She grabs the bag and sashays out of the bathroom. "Let's get packed, darling. We've got a flight to catch!"