Tall, Tan, Fit... and Female The New World of SwapTech chapter 5 by deleted_user

The woman in the mirror was tall—easily 5’10—with glowing, bronze skin and legs that looked like they belonged on a track star. Her hair was in a long, sleek black ponytail, high and glossy, like she’d stepped off a fitness magazine cover.

Her face was striking. Sharp cheekbones. Full, symmetrical lips. High, defined eyebrows. Her jawline was strong but feminine, tapering to a graceful chin. Her arms were lean and toned, her shoulders cut and athletic. Her flannel shirt barely fit around the sculpted, full chest that now jutted proudly forward, buttons stretched to the limit. Her abs were visible even through the shirt’s strain, her jeans clinging to muscular glutes and powerful thighs.

Greg blinked, breathing hard. He looked… like one of those girls from Instagram. The ones he’d preached against in sermons.

He touched his face. Ran his hands down his hips. He had hips. And an ass that didn’t quit.

“Lord in Heaven,” he whispered. “This is a test. This is a judgment.”

He turned side to side, horrified by the bounce of his new breasts.