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Chapter 7 by Yabusa Yabusa

Take Julia's offer, or head back out?

Just a little peek...

You hesitated for a moment, weighing your options. "Just... I don't want it to seem like I'm taking advantage of a friend when I'm the one in control of them, y'know?"

You heard an amused giggle in your head in response. "You're using my hands and my eyes to feel and look at my body--something I do every day. To me, that's different, when you have to share in every aspect of me, it's not like I'm cheating on Ken with you because technically 'you' aren't standing here, I am. Besides, for three days of this, you're going to eventually see me naked anyway, because I'm not wearing the same clothes each day!"

You nodded, pondering Julia's words. She seemed so strangely comfortable with you taking over and essentially assuming her life for a few days, so why waste the opportunity? "Okay, just a quick look, and then we'll go out."

You reached down and removed your shirt in a quick motion, and your cream-colored bra was swiftly discarded, letting Julia's breasts bounce into view in the mirror. You were too amazed at the sudden movements of your arms, disrobing your body in a way you normally wouldn't have, even though you'd given the signal. The way you pulled your shirt up and away, that's not like how you usually struggle with shirts. And there's no way you could've taken a bra off so quickly.

"...my tits are down there, Jason. What are you so lost in thought about?" You hadn't even realized you were staring off into space pondering the nature of your combination until Julia chimed in. You reflexively looked down, and your hands came up to rest on the side of each breast, framing them in the mirror. So warm and inviting, you squeezed lightly to test the firmness of them, hefting them and lightly jiggling them. You'd felt breasts before in your hands, but not like this! Now, these breasts attached to Julia's chest--your chest, really--sent their own rushes of sensations through you, especially as your fingers cautiously grazed the nipple. Your hips shifted back and forth, thighs rubbing lightly together as you realized you were getting turned on by looking at your new body.

"That's more like it," Julia's voice echoed in your head playfully. "I kinda like this, y'know? I know I've got a good body but it feels really good to actually get wet when looking at it... you're making me love myself, Jason, isn't that the greatest gift of all really?"

You rolled your eyes, sliding your hands down to your hips and resting them there. The warmth between your legs, the light ache you felt as you looked at Julia partially disrobed by your command, indeed excited you immensely. But, you knew now wasn't the time to linger. "We'll have time for this, uh, later. We really should get back to the others."

You heard an 'aww' in your head, but Julia didn't complain further. You still had the pleasure of dressing up again, feeling your new breasts jiggle and bounce as you slipped into the bra, clasping it shut as if you were an expert. "That's really strange, it's so effortless to do stuff as you, Jules. I've taken bras off before, but not on myself, definitely never put one on... but it doesn't even require any thought from me."

"Well yeah, it shouldn't. Chloe told us all about it, didn't you hear?" Chloe's been talking? You shook your head. "...Okay, well, maybe you can only hear me internally and I can only hear her internally, but here's the breakdown: except times where I really push for temporary control, my body is going to do what you want. But if you only have a vague idea of what you want to do, then my brain interprets the rest. Like if you think 'put on bra' but that's as far as you know what to do, my brain fills in the blanks on the movement. But if you really focus on deliberate movement, you get more fine-tuned control."

You slip the shirt on next, crossing your arms as you thought. "So really, it's more like I'm a director and you're my star actor, right? Sometimes I'll get you doing exactly what I want, sometimes I'll let you improvise." You glanced over at the corner of your desk, seeing a red jersey folded up on top of it. Realizing what tonight was, your eyes went wide and you rushed over to it. "I almost forgot! The Starhawks play tonight!" You hurriedly unfurled the jersey, and slipped your arms into the sleeves of your favorite baseball team.

"Ugh. I guess I can't stop you, but you know I wouldn't otherwise be caught dead wearing sports stuff. Can't you skip it and just, y'know, forget about the games for a few days?"

You vigorously shook your head. "No can do, Jules. We're on a winning streak and I have to do what I can to keep it going until the playoffs, so the lucky jersey stays. Wins are up seven percent when I've got the jersey on!"

"Oh come on, you're a scientist or... whatever it was you said you did! Don't buy into the superstition of all that!"

"It's not superstition, it's spreadsheets."

Julia went quiet, stewing inside her own head as you trotted her body past the mirror for a final check--once you tucked in the jersey, you had to admit her body looked stunning in your jersey, veering far from Julia's normal territory of hobbies. She'd come to watch all your nerdy movies and participate in game night, she'll be really competitive even, but the moment sports dominated the activities, she'd get lost in the glow of her phone's screen until the game ended. Not tonight, though... You headed back out, sporting a small nervous smile as everyone looked to see that you were okay. Lots of murmuring and whispering back and forth among everyone else, as you strolled into the kitchen. You realized you were pretty hungry all of a sudden... likely a result of Chloe's slime needing a ton of energy. You were eating for three, as you picked up a slice of pizza and took a quick bite.

Ken ogled you for some time, almost like he was seeing his wife for the first time. "Well, this is... unexpected. I'd dreamed of the day that my wife would be in a Starhawks jersey, but I never thought it would actually happen." You glanced Ken's way on the second bite, quirking an eyebrow as you looked him up and down. There was definitely a bit of a bulge in his pants. Was he getting turned on by your little sports dress-up session?

"Well yeah, Takahashi is pitching tonight, right? He's going to need all the help he can get after he let the Sentinels get back to back homers last time. Cordova's back in the lineup though and the Sentinels don't seem to know how to pitch to him so I'm thinking with a little luck--" you wiggled your shoulders back and forth, intending to highlight the good luck jersey you wore but realizing you were just shaking your chest for Ken, and your face burned with brief embarrassment. "...uhh, with a little luck, he'll get us some big runs tonight."

Ken braced himself against the back of the couch, as everyone watched you, perplexed. Everyone knew how bizarre it was for Julia's mouth to be saying anything about baseball except "let's watch something other than baseball". You couldn't tell if he was going to burst into tears of joy or what, but it was clear your presence in Julia was having some monumental effect on her husband.

"You've made her the perfect woman," Ken said, barely above a whimpering whisper. Julia groaned so incredibly loudly inside your mind in response.

Watch some sports with your 'husband' and the gang?

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