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— Why are you staring at me like that?! — Jessica’s voice, hoarse and loud, shot out... but it came from Tom’s mouth. He nervously twisted a lock of long chestnut hair between his fingers, as if unsure what to do with his slender hands. Irritation flickered in his eyes, though it was clearly battling against the panic that radiated from his every movement.
Opposite him, in Tom’s body, stood Jessica herself, arms sullenly crossed over a broad chest. She was clearly trying to keep her gaze fixed on the face of her former body, but it wasn’t easy. Something new, wild, and unsettling was stirring inside her. The red lace panties on her former body, which she had carelessly thrown on that morning, now brought thoughts she wouldn’t normally entertain. She quickly looked away, feeling her cheeks flush with heat, while a different kind of warmth began to spread lower.
— Look at yourself first! — she barked, trying to hide her embarrassment, though Tom’s deep baritone cracked slightly. The commanding tone sounded almost threatening, but her feminine insecurity bled through every word. — Sitting there like some Instagram model! — Jessica, in Tom’s body, waved a hand toward her former self, unable to conceal her nervousness. — Just spread your legs a little wider, why don’t you, and complete the look!
— Whaaat?! — Tom dragged out in a high-pitched, unexpectedly shrill voice that sounded far more ridiculous than he could have imagined. His eyes darted down, first to his smooth, slightly tanned legs on full display. The red lace panties hugged the unfamiliar void between his legs, making him uncomfortable all over again.
He squinted, wrinkling his nose for a moment as if refusing to accept the obvious, but his gaze quickly darted over to Jessica—or rather, to his own former body. Tom froze, staring at what was happening to his old body. On the tight gray athletic shorts now hugging his frame on Jessica, a growing bulge was unmistakably visible.
— Are you fucking serious?! — His voice, high and strained, trembled with a mix of shock and disbelief, while a grin spread across his face. — Are you getting turned on by me or something?!
Jessica shot him a sharp glare, her now-masculine face turning so red it looked like fiery patches had flared up on her cheeks. She coughed nervously and tried to act as though nothing was happening.
— Shut up! — she snapped, quickly lowering her guilty gaze like a scolded child. Jessica, in Tom’s body, barely resisted the urge to scream in frustration. — It’s... it’s just your stupid body! It reacts on its own!
Tom nodded with exaggerated seriousness, pressing his lips together and pretending to be deep in thought. His face in this body looked so ridiculously focused that Jessica couldn’t help but grit her teeth in anger.
— Oh, sure, — he drawled. — It’s totally on its own. I didn’t know I had that kind of “problem.”
He smirked, slowly running his hand down the smooth skin of his thigh, savoring the moment, before tugging the hoodie up slightly to reveal his flat stomach.
— Look, Jess, what a stunning body you’ve got! — said Tom, stretching his neck and mimicking an affected tone.
She looked up—and immediately regretted it. Tom, noticing this, winked and turned to the side, arching his back like he was posing for a photoshoot. Then, without warning, Tom abruptly dropped onto all fours, pulling the hoodie up higher and pushing his hips back. The lace panties clung precariously to his body.
— So? Impressed by the view? — he threw over his shoulder, adding an exaggerated slap to his rear that echoed loudly in the room.
— Tom, stop it! — Jessica blurted out, but her voice sounded too strained to carry any authority. She felt something twist inside her, making the situation even more uncomfortable. She tried to focus, but her gaze kept darting—first to the smooth curve of his back, then to the rounded shapes that, against all odds, were... appealing.
— Ohhh, — Tom drawled, peering over his shoulder, still on all fours. His face, lit up by a mischievous grin, was shamelessly provocative. — Where’s your usual “Tom, I have a low libido”?