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Jacqueline stood in the small apartment's bathroom, staring at her new self in the mirror with a sense of disbelief. Everything looked familiar, like she always looked like this. Like she was supposed to look like this. But it wasn’t right. She was a man, damn it! She was Jacob, not this weak and useless little girl named Jacqueline, who apparently was real French illegal immigrant!
She looked down again at her boobs, then touched her face and body. 'Fuck! I don’t understand anything... as if this is really my normal body, everything is so familiar! Even these stupid boobs that bounce and hurt me, even my... vagina.' Jacqueline closed her eyes and shuddered in disgust, thinking about Rodrigo touching her in that way... but strangely she also felt... arousal. "Merde," (shit) she whispered, clenching her fists, her nails digging into the soft flesh of her palm, her breasts heaving with each breath.
"Jacqueline, ma douce, are you okay?" a soft voice interrupted Jacqueline's thoughts, and she felt a warm, familiar touch on her shoulder. She turned and looked at her girlfriend's concerned face and suddenly the anger melted away. "Mon Dieu, vous etes tout a fait... si beau et belle" (Oh, my God, you're just... so beautiful and so hot) whispered Marie-Claire, then caressed the beautiful face of the girl standing before her and placed her other hand on her left breast, touching and fondling her nipples through her top.
Jacqueline sighed and shivered a little at the touch, but it was not in disgust or anger. Instead, it felt oddly right. Her body seemed to crave this kind of attention. It made her feel... whole. 'This is too weird. It must be a side effect of the transformation... yes, that must be it,' Jacqueline told herself trying to fight back the confusing feelings and desires. But the more Marie-Claire's hand massaged her sensitive breasts, the more Jacqueline lost control over her own body, feeling her arousal rising.
"Mmm..." she moaned softly. "S'il vous plaît, continuez..." (please continue...) she said softly as Marie-Claire continued massaging her breast with one hand and gently touched her sensitive pussy with the other, and her body trembled with excitement and arousal. "J'adore quand vous faites ça à moi..." (I love it when you do this to me...)
"I know, ma belle," Marie-Claire smiled and whispered. "Tu es toute mouillée..." (you are all wet...) then pressed two fingers inside, making Jacqueline gasp with pleasure and embarrassment as she spread her legs. 'This is insane. But... damn, it feels so good...' Jacqueline thought as she closed her eyes, and moaned when felt soft tongue in her mouth kissing her passionately. "Mmm..." moaned Jacqueline softly while her own tongue began to dance in Marie-Claire's mouth and then suddenly Marie-Claire pulled away, making Jacqueline a little frustrated. "Mon dieu! Marie-Claire, je te veux..." (My god! I want you...) she panted breathlessly, surprised by her own words.
"So you're not Jacqueline? If not... we can't be together," whispered Marie-Claire and stopped touching her breasts and pussy and slowly began to pull out her fingers, while Jacqueline was almost cuming, and it made her desperate.
"Non! I mean... yes... I... I mean... Oui, I am Jacqueline," she moaned softly, unable to resist the sensations. 'Damn, she's driving me crazy!' "Please... Marie... je suis tout à toi..." (please, I'm all yours) she whispered breathlessly, her hips arching towards Marie-Claire's hand, wanting more.
Marie-Claire smiled and sharply moved her fingers back inside Jacqueline's pussy and started fucking her roughly with her fingers. "My little slut..." whispered Marie-Claire kissing and biting Jacqueline's neck and earlobe.
"Yes, oh God... yes... I'm your slut, chérie... I'm all yours, I need you..." Jacqueline breathed heavily, her voice full of desire. She wrapped her arms around Marie-Claire and kissed her hungrily, letting herself go in this moment of passion and pleasure. 'Oh... my chérie, mon amour... Marie... I love you...'