This choice: You feel Carol's hand slip lower, until it rests on your firm, full rump. • Go Back...Chapter #6Carol's hand slip lower, to your firm, full rump. by: Mr. George   A high girlish giggle bursts from you, as she pats your ass. Your heart races, the blood pounding in your ears. You have to admit, you didn't like Carol's idea at first. But this body, is so easily aroused you love it. The skinny arms, adding to your vulnerability make you crush your thighs together. A hunger for something new, lights inside you.
With a pat to your arse, she sends you on to select some new clothes. The way your old shirt hangs off your body, is sexy... But, you need something more... suitable. You need a variety of outfits for the holiday. That thought sends a thrill through you that you've never felt before.
Bouncing slightly with excitement, you blow Carol a kiss. Her change was to mirror yours. Turning your back on her, you race away to the clothes racks, running your fingers along the various outfits as you decide.
You indulge your new instincts, picking the girly clothes that flatter your curves, clinging to them. Picking swimsuits, casual clothes and evening wear, you soon fill your baggage allowance.
A light signals that Carol has finished too. Looking for a watch that isn't there, you wonder where the time went. But, eager to see Carol, her new body... and her choice of clothes intrigues you. Fingers fluttering, you adjust your choice. It was simpler and more complex than you thought. But cutesy and you hoped showed that you were embracing this holiday experience fully.
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Seeing you need to use the wheels on the case, your arms inadequate to the task of actually carrying your luggage. Your shoes squeak against the floor as you head towards the next door. Eager not just to see Carol once again, but also to find out where you're going. Putting a sway into your hips, you are excited to go. All you know is the resort is exclusive. The only thing on the island, and set up to allow every indulgence.
"Hello sweetheart." you address her back. Your new voice almost squeaky, and with just a hint of insecurity. She whirls around, it's only her eyes you recognise at first. The expression on her face, familiar. Then in a moment it changes, as she takes on the role she's playing. At the back of your mind alarm bells start to quietly sound, as you take in her clothes. Clothes you don't recall being amongst your options.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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