As he slid the black panties down his ass, Trey marveled at the ability of the human mind to adapt to any circumstances.
His breasts were pressing against the bed and his new blonde hair was cascading down his back, yet the only sensation he felt was that of a simple black piece of cloth once covering his pussy and now being removed, leaving him exposed. When he had found the medallion and targeted this hooker for her body, he hadn’t anticipated all the sensations he would feel.
His panties. Her panties. They now belonged to him.