Steve

"I'll take it." Steve said, taking the suit and slip it on. Compared to Jacob and his uncertain future, Steve had a rather active one, midway into the Computer Science degree. As such, things like this did fascinate him, along with his fascination for spy gears during the movies like Mission Impossible.

His arms slid down what felt like warm sleeves, into gloves that felt like they fit his hands perfectly. He wiggled his fingers to find slender fingers of a skin shade lighter than his, smaller hands and shorter arms. His waist were wrapped up completely, legs as well, over his shoes and jeans, a sudden increase in weight noticeable as breasts began to inflate and form.

A slight tense sensation was felt across his body, and then... he felt a bit shorter than he was before.

Looking down he saw a pair of tits staring back up at him... Metaphorically. "Holy shit, I've got tits..."

He was just about to touch up his new body, but the sound of Jacob's dad leaving the scene had distracted him.

The moment of arousal passed as silence fell between the two, mostly out of awkwardness.

"So... uh. Any ideas?" Steve asked, as it seemed that Jacob was contemplating something.