Unwrapping Power Girl The New World of SwapTech chapter 7 by bodyswapbabe

Jonas strutted back into the convention hallway with a smug smirk on his—well, her—glossy lips. The bodysuit clung tighter now, probably because he’d spent the last ten minutes pawing at himself. His chest still bounced like it had a personal vendetta with gravity. It was awesome.

But his curiosity hadn’t been completely satisfied. Not by a long shot. He needed answers. Deep, personal, anatomical answers. And there was only one place for that.

Jonas spotted the “WOMEN” sign hanging over a corner hallway and glanced around. The coast was clear. He slipped in like a criminal—heels clacking, cape swaying, tits leading the way—and pushed the door open.

Inside: pristine tile, floral air freshener, soft lighting. Not the piss-scented cave he was used to. This was like a spa with toilets.

Three women were washing their hands at the sink. One glanced up—and did a double-take.

“Oh my God,” she said, elbowing her friend. “It’s Power Girl.”

Jonas froze. He gave a little wave. His cheeks were hot. “Hey.”

They giggled and headed out. One of them whispered something about “those boobs being unfair”.

He darted into a stall, locked the door, and plopped onto the closed toilet seat with a sigh of relief.

Alone. Finally.

The bathroom was quiet except for the hum of the fan and the distant murmur of con noise outside. Jonas licked his lips. Then stood, turned, and started peeling the bodysuit down like he was unwrapping the world’s thirstiest present.

It was not easy.

First the cape had to go over the head. Then the zipper at the back—he nearly dislocated a shoulder reaching it. Once he had it unzipped halfway, the suit started rolling down in slow, sticky increments. Tits popped free with a bounce like they were grateful for air.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, cupping one again for morale support.

Finally, with a shimmy, hop, and some choice grunting, the suit slid off his hips and thighs. He stood in the stall, six feet of Amazonian glory, completely naked.

He turned slowly and looked down.

“...Whoa.”