Timothy tried to imagine himself inside a popular body... a giggling bimbo. Bimbos were naturally dismissed and overlooked, even when they messed up, people just shook their heads and pretended it hadn't happened.
Timothy Zale wanted that freedom, that power.
He reached for the button to confirm the order, then a liquid fear raced down his spine. Terrifying him, suppose she became pregnant..., suppose she found she liked it too much..., suppose that it wasn't what he imagined... The impressive breasts, would they make her horny... would she be a slut rather than a bimbo.... would she lose part of her reasoning... Timothy didn't fancy losing any of his intelligence.
He tapped the button for 'Quarterback'.
"Yeah."
Nobody would mess with the quarterback, and he wouldn't have to dress to show off his flesh. Nodding to himself, he hit 'confirm' before doubts could stop him a second time.
Order send, Delivery in one day.
An uncertain smile flickered across his face. He wasn't sure he had the confidence to pull off the swagger of a jock. But he had until tomorrow to find out.
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