Do you refuse Tony?

Yes

"No way am I fucking you," you respond and wriggle out of Tony's grasp. "I'll be gone by tomorrow morning."

You picked up your pajama bottoms and stormed off, looking a little ridiculous holding them up. Once inside your room, with the door locked, you let your pants fall and took off your shirt. It would be easier to search for clothes that might fit you if you had free hands.

Furious, and without a clue on how long you'd be a girl, though you were pretty sure Tony wouldn't have used a Plus, you rummaged through your clothes, finding basketball shorts that you could tie up tight and a compression shirt. They were ill-fitting on you, but at least you were covered.

Several times as you packed, you caught your reflection in the mirror and were stunned each time, more by how attractive you were than the fact that you were a girl. Finally, your curiosity got the better of you and you moved yourself to stand in front of the mirror.

A sexy brunette stared back at you, no taller than five and a half feet, maybe. You had small breasts, but a nice ass.