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— Well... Are you just gonna keep staring at my... — Francesco hesitated slightly, realizing how awkward this was about to sound — ...boobs? They’re not even that big, unlike your size...
He abruptly fell silent, realizing that he had just said that about his own tits, comparing them to Monica’s breasts. But she didn’t even seem to notice, still staring at him like she was mesmerized.
— Uh, sorry, Frankie, — she whispered, finally tearing her gaze away from Francesco’s chest and lifting her head to meet his eyes. He was shorter than her now, and he had to tilt his head back slightly to look her in the eyes. — It’s just so weird. You have really beautiful eyes...
— Are you serious?! — Francesco’s outraged voice rang out. — I’m the one who should be embarrassed here! I have tits!
— And I have a dick, by the way! — Monica shot back immediately, and they looked at each other before breaking into quiet giggles.
They had found that medallion a few weeks ago. Or rather, Francesco had found it and even tried using it on his own, accidentally turning into his father, whose clothes happened to be nearby. Panic, fear, horror... He had felt it all in that moment. But after a full day—just enough time for the medallion to recharge—he touched it again, along with one of his own belongings, and managed to return to his body.
That was when he decided to tell his best friend—and secret crush—Monica about his discovery. She had been skeptical at first but agreed to come over, mostly using it as an excuse to see him. However, when Francesco decided to prove it by transforming into his father right in front of her, Monica finally believed his story.
They spent the whole day together while waiting for the medallion to recharge, with Francesco explaining how he had figured it out and how he had turned back.
It was Monica’s idea to go to a thrift shop and try transforming into a completely unknown person, since Francesco had told her that touching his old clothes had helped him return to his real body.
One way or another, they eventually ended up in a small hotel room in a cheap motel, staring at a pile of random clothes that looked like a miniature Everest towering over the bed.
— Ready? — Monica finally sighed, speaking in a deep, unfamiliar voice as she walked up to Francesco, who was also feeling uneasy in his new body.
This had been Monica’s suggestion again, but Francesco had been thinking about it himself—turning into a girl seemed way more interesting than becoming just another guy. He actually liked Monica’s idea. So, after arguing with her just for show, he touched the crop top and the medallion. Right in front of his friend’s eyes, he started changing into some girl he had never seen before...
— I think this was a bad idea... — Francesco whispered, lowering his gaze to his chest, which now felt both incredibly heavy and overly sensitive. He blushed slightly, realizing that Monica’s new appearance was... attractive to him.
It was such a weird and confusing situation—standing in front of his best friend, who was now a guy, while also feeling drawn to her... or him. It was messing with his head.
— No! You look absolutely stunning, Frankie! — Monica argued, grabbing Francesco’s hands. Her voice was now a deep bass, and the hand holding Francesco’s was much larger than her real one had been. — I never could’ve imagined you’d be such a hottie! I’m sure guys—and even girls—will be all over you!
— Stop it! — Francesco practically yelled, trying to free himself from Monica’s grip. He could feel the heat rushing to his face, and at the same time, he felt his new breasts swell slightly. But that wasn’t the only thing—down in his new, feminine underwear, another part of him was also... swelling...