Attention Whore The Remote of Transformation chapter 13 by deleted_user

Brandon smoothed the tight black off-the-shoulder crop top over his massive tits one last time, admiring how the fabric clung and stretched. He gave his hips a little experimental sway. The resulting jiggle made him grin in the mirror.

“Alright, Linda darling,” he rasped in that perfect gravelly trailer-trash voice. “Time to see how this body works in the wild.”

He unlocked the fitting room door and stepped out, blonde hair bouncing, hips rolling with every step. The male store employee—early twenties, cute in that clean-cut retail way, name tag reading “Tyler”—was straightening a nearby rack. He turned at the sound of the door.

Brandon struck a casual pose, one hand on his hip, chest subtly pushed forward. “Hey, sugar. Be honest with me—what do you think of this look on me?”

Tyler’s eyes went wide. His gaze dragged slowly from Brandon’s plump lips, down to the deep cleavage spilling out of the off-the-shoulder top, then lower to the tiny waist and the ass packed into those yoga pants. He visibly swallowed, cheeks flushing.

“Uh… wow,” Tyler managed, voice cracking slightly. “That… that looks really good. Like, really good. The top shows off… everything. And those pants… damn.”

Brandon felt a wicked little thrill run through him. As a gay man, he was used to getting appreciative glances from other queer guys, maybe the occasional polite compliment. But this? This straight boy was straight-up ogling him. Eyes glued to his tits, then flicking down to his ass like he couldn’t help it. The way Tyler’s gaze kept bouncing between cleavage and curves was pure ego fuel.

He twirled slowly, letting the employee get the full 360. His heavy tits bounced, ass cheeks clapped softly under the tight fabric.

“Be real with me, Tyler,” Brandon continued in Linda’s cranky-old-lady rasp, which only made the whole situation funnier. “Does it make my ass look fat? These tits sittin’ right? I feel like I’m one deep breath away from a wardrobe malfunction.”

Tyler’s eyes followed the bounce like a hypnotist’s watch. “No—fuck, I mean, it looks… perfect. Your ass is… uh… really nice. The outfit hugs everything in the best way. You look hot. Really hot.”

Brandon bit back a laugh, reveling in it. This poor straight boy was practically drooling, and all because of a body he was temporarily borrowing. He’d never gotten this kind of raw, shameless staring when he was in his own lean male frame. The power was intoxicating.

He gave his hips another little sway, watching Tyler’s gaze drop instantly to the jiggle. God, this is fun. Maybe I don’t need to switch back right away. Could be entertaining to stay like this for a bit longer… strut around, see what else this body can get away with.

“Thanks, sugar,” Brandon said, flashing a sassy smile that looked utterly incongruous with the raspy voice. “You just made my day. I think I’ll take the black set. Maybe the pink sundress too. Throw in a couple more tops that’ll make these girls pop.” He gave his tits a squeeze.

Tyler nodded a little too eagerly, still staring. “Y-yeah. Absolutely. Anything you need.”

Brandon turned to head back into the fitting room, ass swaying hypnotically with every step, fully aware of the eyes burning into his backside.