Chuckling to himself, at the daring thought. Ben knew with this power he could get all the pics and video from the changing rooms. Even feature in some, (if necessary), and get away with it.
Of course, he'd have to be a woman to do it, have to be one of the student athletes to be allowed such close and intimate access. Ben experimented with the App in the privacy of his room. It was thrilling to become a female student, and with a tap of the icon restore himself. Even the thrill felt naughty, a tingle in her middle that felt curiously exciting and intriguing.
Still unsure which would of the final bodies she'd created would deliver the best footage. She had it down to her ... or rather his personal favourites.
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They were all fascinating and appealing in their own different fashions. A little tweaking allowing her to be comfortable in the different bodies. Used to the curves, and the stares. Hell! The first attempts had made her squirm to even watch herself in the mirror. Ben kept on promising himself it would be worth the efforts.
To share their space, to brush against them, to luxuriate in that flexibility they all shared. It was a revelation to him, that degree of motion. He wasn't the most athletic as a guy, so there wasn't a great difference in his, or her strength. Flicking his head from side to side, he enjoyed the ticklish caress as her hair slid enticingly across her bare shoulders.
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