Distracting Bodies Something's Changed: A Transformation Story chapter 4 by deleted_user

On the whole, the differences between being a man and being a woman are subtler than you’d expected—sure, your frame taller, your skin now warm brown, your breasts modest but firm, your ass pert beneath the shift--but it more or less functioned the same. The real strangeness comes from how right it feels to walk in heels, how naturally your hips roll when you step. You focus on the dossiers, memorizing facts: Miriam’s accent, her favorite wine, her role as “analyst” in Verena’s inner circle. You practice her crisp way of speaking, repeating phrases under your breath.

But your eyes keep drifting to Marcus.

Because Marcus is Camille. And Camille is a bombshell.

The red dress clings to every curve, her breasts straining against the fabric. She leans toward the mirror to apply lipstick and you can’t stop staring at the way her cleavage deepens, the way her ass pops as she shifts her weight.

Marcus curses softly as she drops the lipstick, bending to pick it up. The dress rides high, baring the tops of her thighs. You flush hot, tugging your skirt down nervously.

“This body is… distracting,” Marcus mutters. Her voice is husky, a purr that makes your stomach knot. She catches your gaze in the mirror and smirks faintly. “Eyes on your notes, sweetheart. Unless you want to be the one Verena catches drooling.”

You force yourself back to the dossier, repeating the entourage names, but you can’t ignore the throb of heat in your core. Marcus’s breasts jiggle as he struggles into Camille's bra. He adjusts the dress only for his nipples to poke visibly against the fabric. Your concentration fractures.

Even Marcus seems affected. He pauses mid-sentence, palms pressing to his breasts, shaking his head as if to clear it. “These damn things get in the way,” he mutters, tugging the straps into place. “And I swear this body has… urges.”

Your throat is dry. “Focus. If we break character, we’re finished.”

His smirk widens. “I’m focused. But you’d better pray Verena doesn’t notice Camille’s tits could cut diamonds tonight.”

You bury yourself in the notes again, but the truth is obvious: you’re both turned on, and the air between you crackles with it.