Jennifer smirked as Rick sidled off the bed and pulled a shirt up to cover his feminine chest. With his free hand he scooped up the rest of his clothes and started to slide into them, not aparently cognizent of the way they fit over his body. His underwear morphed into a fitting pair of panties just before his jeans slipped over them. As he slipped the shirt over his head, he didn't notice the bra forming underneath, nor did he notice the way both his shirt and pants hugged what little curve he possessed.
Rick paused to look back at Jennifer. He couldn't understand why she was grinning at him like a cheshire cat, nor could he understand why she was giggling. Not that it mattered, so long as she let him go. He stole a quick glance at himself in the mirror, shuddering at the mop of brown hair. He didn't look further down, and didn't bother to think about why not. After all, if he was going to hide his feminine features, shouldn't he check them before leaving?
Jennifer waved her hands a little as Rick turned to leave. He didn't seem to notice the extra cup size or so added to his chest, nor the extra curve to his hips, just enough to cause a noticeable sway. She wondered what, exactly he would look like in a few years, after developing as a girl the, er, more natural way. With the start Rick already had it was likely she was going to be very curvy, or maybe just top-heavy. A quick wave of her hand added a little more padding to the rear. And then again, there were also the natural consequences of just having very sweaty, very unprotected sex with what was essentially very functional male equipment. It was a touch unnerving that she still had the penis, but if Jim had spoken truthfully, that would be gone by the morning. if not... Well, sex with another girl had been... strangely arousing. Life as a she-male could be acceptable under certain circumstances. She smirked wider as she laid back on the plush bed and began masturbating herself.
Rick stalked out of Jennifer's house indignatnly. His crotch hurt. Not badly, mind, not like getting kicked in the nuts had by a long shot, but the skin was chaffed, and he was fairly certain something inside was bleeding. He had read somewhere that girls bled out when they got laid the first time. He nearly slugged himself for not checking earlier, and nearly unzipped in public to check now. He stopped short when he spotted the neat manicure on his hands. The nails weren't overly long, and the light gloss wasn't too feminine, but it was there at all. He grunted in his higher pitched voice, and stalked angrily home.
A short stomp later, Rick found himself slamming his door shut. he had finally noticed the wobble in his chest, and the bra that restricted it. He still hadn't noticed the sway to his hips, nor the extra inch or so sticking out the back. Immediately after slamming the door shut, Rick leaned back against it and knew in an instant something was wrong...
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