No different

Nathan felt no different after the FOSE transformed him into a flat-chested girl that he’d worshiped while jerking off but now despised because he was wearing her body. He was determined to keep wearing the same cotton wife-beater undershirts that he’d always worn.

But this felt a little off. Had his girlfriend given him a girly pack? The straps were thinner, and he felt that the fabric was lighter; he swished his hair and stared into the mirror. What was different here?

What was different? Maybe everything.


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