Straight or Gay? The Remote of Transformation chapter 10 by deleted_user

Paul stood there frozen, shirt still hanging open. “Guys… we should really try to fix this before—”

But Brandon was already gliding across the room with that same confident sway, pink silk robe fluttering around newly widened hips and a plump, jiggling ass. His perky breasts bounced gently with each step, nipples still visibly poking the fabric. “Later, darling. Mama needs a moment.” He hooked his arm through Marcus’s and tugged the curvier boy-turned-girl toward the hallway. “Come on, Marcus. Let’s go inspect the merchandise. Purely scientific.”

Marcus—wide hips rolling, fat ass stretching those tight white jeans to their limit, heavy breasts straining his cropped tee—grinned with the same sassy spark in his now-feminine face. “Scientific my new fat ass. You just wanna see if these tits feel as good as they look.” Still, he let Brandon pull him along, the two of them disappearing into Brandon’s bedroom with a click of the door.

Vince whistled low, leaning back against the couch with his massive arms crossed over his eight-pack. “Ten bucks says they’re comparing pussy lips in under two minutes. This is better than cable.”

Inside the bedroom, the two newly female roommates faced the full-length mirror. Brandon let the robe slip off his shoulders, pooling at his feet. He stood completely naked now—long, smooth legs, dramatic hourglass waist, perky C-cup breasts with soft pink nipples, and a neat, hairless pussy nestled between thick thighs. He turned sideways, running manicured hands over the curve of his ass and up to cup his tits, giving them a gentle squeeze. A soft, surprised little moan escaped his lips.

“Fuck… they’re sensitive,” he murmured, voice still carrying that flamboyant lilt even at its new alto pitch. “Like, really sensitive. Every little touch goes straight downstairs.” He glanced at Marcus in the reflection. “Your turn, babe. Strip. Let’s see what that remote did to you.”

Marcus didn’t need much convincing. He peeled off the cropped tee, letting his heavier breasts bounce free—full, round DDs with darker, thicker nipples that were already stiff. The white jeans came next, sliding down thick thighs and that massive, heart-shaped ass until he stood naked too. Wide hips, soft belly, thick thighs, and a plump, puffy pussy with slightly swollen outer lips. He gave his tits a experimental heft, thumbs brushing the nipples, and shivered.

“Jesus. These things are heavy. And my ass… feels like it’s got its own gravity.” Marcus turned, looking over his shoulder at the way his cheeks jiggled. “Still me in here, though. Same brain. Same taste in men.” He met Brandon’s eyes in the mirror, a curious little smirk forming. “So… we used to fuck when we were both guys. Think this setup still works? Or are we just two straight girls now with really good fashion sense?”

Brandon stepped closer, hands sliding curiously over Marcus’s new waist and up to cup those heavy breasts from behind. He gave them a gentle squeeze, feeling the weight and softness. Marcus’s breath hitched. Their bodies pressed together—soft tits against soft tits, hips brushing, the faint warmth of two new pussies inches apart.

“I still like dick,” Brandon admitted with a soft laugh, rolling one of Marcus’s nipples between his fingers and watching the other girl squirm. “But these feel… nice. Really fucking nice. Curious?”

Marcus leaned back into the touch, ass pressing against Brandon’s hips. “Curious enough to experiment. No pressure if it doesn’t click. But if my new clit starts singing when you touch it… we might have to rewrite the rulebook.”