Yanis frowned, or at least he tried to frown in his new body. It was not hard to act unhappy when wearing a skirt and fishnet stockings and a thong that rode up his ass.
“What do you mean when you say it’s permanent?” he demanded in as authoritative a tone as he could manage.
“I mean precisely what I said: you will be a girl for the rest of your life,” answered Stacy, who now occupied his former body. She flexed her arms and gripped her cock as he pouted in her body and tried to assert some authority. “You’d better be careful, honey, or else I will be turned on, and I’m still learning how to control myself….”
Yanis could only stare at his former body’s crotch and try not to be aroused.
