Thanksgiving Swap: Jose

Jose was still in shock looking at the reflection in the mirror, and at this point, he wasn’t sure if he’d ever get used to the face staring back at him, or more importantly, the chest.

Logically, Jose knew his cousin had large breasts. She didn’t exactly hide her cleavage, even at family events, as the deep scoop in the front of her shirt and countless arguments with her parents over what constituted “indecency at the dinner table” proved, but he had kinda tuned it out over the years growing up. Now, with the shock of the Great Shift finally settling down, he didn’t know whether it was seeing them from her perspective for the first time or the fact that he was now in her significantly smaller body, but carrying those same breasts around for the past hour had made them now seem so much bigger.

With some difficulty, he managed to unhook the bra strap behind his back, the unfamiliar length of his now manicured nails getting in the way of his fingers clumsily undoing the mechanism and allowing gravity to take care of the rest as the bra fell to the floor by his feet. He felt a strange sense of relief as he freed himself from the bra’s construction, one that quickly mixed with the unfamiliar sensitivity of the cool air on his new nipples and the unsupported shifting of weight that now came with his every move.

Tentatively, he brought a hand up to one of his new breasts, watching as his cousin’s manicured fingernails pressed indents into the soft skin. Bolder now, he tested their weight in his hands, massaging them gently as his body rewarded him with an unfamiliar tinge of sexual gratification that ran through his new body and down into his core. Jose released his hand for a moment, hesitating as his brain caught up to his body’s reaction. He could already feel a response building up, just waiting for another touch to set it off. Maybe he’d get familiar with his new body a lot faster than he’d expected…