Suddenly feeling quite responsible for your failure in setting everything straight you let the phone ring. When the asian girl finally gives up you sigh dejectedly.Leaving the cell phone on you bed you go into the bathroom to get a better look at your/Grace's body.
Closing and locking the door you look into the mirror at the freckled face you are currently wearing. straightening the glasses on your nose you let out an embarrassed smile. Placing your hands on your waist you decide to get down to business. Removing the T-shirt you are surprised to see that Grace hadn't been wearing a bra. Holding her B-cups in her hands you furrow your brow.
"You know, with a bit of makeup and tidier hair she wouldn't look half bad," you murmur, picking up a hairbrush, curious to see if you are right.
While you are busy straightening out Grace's knotty hair, does someone find and use your cell phone?
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