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— Max, what the hell! Is... is that you?! — Chris muttered nervously, his eyes wide with shock as he stared at the girl standing before him in nothing but translucent blue lingerie, tugging at her hair as if trying to pull it out.
— Goddamn, yes! Of course, it’s me! — Max shrieked, his voice sounding strange, higher and softer than usual. He yanked at his hair again, but it wouldn’t come off, as if it was part of his body. His fingers were trembling, and panic was evident in his eyes. — What the fuck is going on? It’s just a wig! Just a wig, Chris!
Max suddenly spun around and stepped closer to Chris, staring him straight in the eyes.
— Damn! It’s your face! It’s still you, but your body, fuck! It’s so creepy, — Chris stammered, his gaze sliding down Max's figure, as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He slowly shook his head, trying to process what was happening. — Max, damn, you look like... like a girl. A real one, fuck!
— Well, thanks, Captain! — Max shot back sarcastically, but his voice lacked confidence. He looked down at his new body, his slender arms, and the curves that hadn’t been there before. His fingers trembled as he ran his hand over the fabric of the bra, the straps digging into his shoulders. Under his palm, he could definitely feel the new volume of his breasts.
— Chris, these are real tits... I... I can feel them, and— Max cut himself off when he glanced at his friend and felt something strange rise inside him, something completely unfamiliar. He noticed how his gaze softened, how his body began reacting to external stimuli, to Chris being near. Max quickly pulled away, almost as if trying to get rid of the feeling.
— Hey, what’s up with you... you blushing?!
Max quickly turned away, feeling...