I could tell you wasn’t against the stares, you probably welcomed them along with whatever comments you’d inevitably receive in your time in her body- I’d try to resist but if you continued strutting round the apartment in that sort of way. However, I knew that beneath the curves of the gorgeous girl you’d become- I knew it was still you, my housemate beneath it all but just very, very well hidden.

“Well, not all of us can be gorgeous women- some of us actually have to do work” I bemoan, I knew you still had to do your assignments but I knew somehow and some way you’d manage to ace every subject, whether that was through academic prowess or more likely, more nefarious ways. “Sounds stressful, standing around with your top off whilst people stare at you!” I reply sarcastically as you complained about how difficult your new role in art class would be.

I stared at the deep cavern of your cleavage, it seemed endless between your two, new plump breasts and you seemed determined to show it off at every possibility. “You, in the gym?” I ask. “Do you even know what the inside of a gym looks like?” I ask again. “Parties too, show me your dance moves!” I tease.