Get used to the new body.

"I think I'm gonna need to get used to this new body," you say. It feels awkward and uncomfortable, but somehow, even while just standing there, you are feeling more comfortable with each passing second. You decide to stay as a girl for a short while to get used to it.

"Why don't you go check yourself out in the mirror?" Andy asks. "Babe." He grins cheekily.

"Oh my god, you're so annoying!" you tell him. Weird. That doesn't really sound like how I'd usually put it... However, his actual suggestion intrigues you, and you walk into the bathroom to check out your reflection. What you see takes your breath away.

A pair of brown-and-green eyes stare back at you, the exact same eyes you usually have, the same colorful irises that have drawn lots of compliments from girls over the years. However, those eyes are the only feature that is unchanged. Your face is slimmer and smooth, almond-shaped and slightly paler than your regular face. Your lips have become fuller and richer in color, your nose is slimmer, your eyebrows are thinner and arch perfectly over your face. Even without makeup your face is extremely beautiful. Your hair is a dark brown, really the same shade as usual, but it looks so much richer in color in these thick, luxurious curls that frame your face and reach just down to the bottom of your breasts.

And speaking of breasts, yours are essentially perfect. You pull your now-oversized T-shirt over your head, and see a pair of tits that you realize could entice any straight guy in the world. They are a good size, not too large, probably something on the smaller end of a C-cup. Inadvertently, you begin feeling your breasts, rubbing your light brown nipples as they stiffen and massaging the soft tissue of the breasts themselves. They are the perfect mixture of firm enough to stay perky but soft enough to squeeze. You continue to look down your body and stare at your toned abs and a slender figure, with a slim, pretty waist that rounds back out into your beautiful hourglass hips. You slip out of your oversized male chino pants and notice that your bottom half is just as ridiculous and attractive as the top. Your legs are slim, and as you spin around you see your ass. Not huge, your ass would best be described as "tight," being on the smaller end but still rounding out in an attractive way. As you turn back around, you look to your pussy, a clean-shaven pink affair, with cute little labia that fold out in just the right way, a certain je ne sais quoi that makes you certain your pussy is as close to perfect as it could be.

After checking yourself out for a while longer, you realize with a start that you can see Andy's reflection in the mirror. He is standing a few feet behind you, stroking at his crotch through his jeans. Instead of feeling creeped out by another dude being aroused by your body, you feel a rush of excitement. You turn to face Andy and find yourself noticing his muscular figure, the way his T-shirt clings tightly to his body, things about him you would never have thought about as a male.

I guess... well, the change isn't just physical, you realize. You feel yourself bite your lower lip, almost instinctively, as you watch Andy step closer towards you, eventually standing right in front of you. His eyes draw you in as he places a hand on your hip...