Catcalled Pt. 2 - TG Caption

Part 1 

Part 2

It’s not long before she sees the first work-crew and shortly after that they catch sight of her as well. 

'Whistling' "Daaammnnn! Look at you, girl. Why don’t you swing that sexy thing my way!"

Quinn bites her lip, fighting a grin. Here’s that attention I was hoping for, she thinks as she feels a flutter in her belly. The new woman smiles slightly instead, saying nothing and continues walking. Having never lost her excitement from earlier, the new feelings in her body continue to build. 

"Oh yeah, we got us a visit from a goddess, fellas!"

Goddess indeed. Is this what Kendra was complaining about? They’re not so-

"Hey bitch! I got somethin’ for ya right here!"

Ok, not exactly Don Juan. What an asshole. "Really? Cause I don’t see a damn thing," Quinn replies, causing laughter from the man’s friends.

"She’s got you pegged, Carl. Hey lady, don’t pay attention to that idiot. He gets hit in the head a lot."

Not responding further, Quinn’s smile widens, and she continues forward, her wide hips swaying back and forth provocatively, causing her ass to bounce only slightly less than the massive weights in front.  

"Baby-girl, I see you got it comin’ and goin’. Hell yeah, you could bounce a quarter off that thing!”

"A quarter. You could bounce a whole dollar off that ass!"

"That doesn’t make any sense, Carl. How do you bounce a dollar? Dumbass." They continue arguing and Quinn giggles, strutting away while trying to put a little more bump and grind into her step.

None of this should excite her so much, but something about the attention is really setting Quinn off. She can feel her panties, a thong she’s guessing based on how deeply it’s wedged into areas she’s growing more and more eager to explore. They’ve soaked through, providing ample lubrication to the thick thighs below, slipping and sliding past one another on her continued gauntlet. By the time she's home and entering the front gate, she's an absolute wet mess. 

Walking in the door, Quinn sees her original body standing there with a smug smile on his face. 

"So, what do you think now, KENDRA?" the current male says. "Did you enjoy all the attention, the stupid men, the cat-calls?"

"Oh my god, YES!"

"Wait, what?"

"It was amazing," Quinn starts. "It was exactly what I wanted, even if some of it was kinda dumb. I even got a number from a nice, cute guy that helped me! And now that I'm feeling a little more confident, I think I'll call and ask him out!"

"Well I’ll cancel that as soon as I get my body back. Speaking of, it’s time to return to normal. Now take my hand and repeat after me and we’ll-"

"No, I don’t think so. You forced this little change on me to ‘learn a lesson’, right? I’d say I still have plenty to learn, starting with a little hand's on training right now," Quinn finishes with one hand on a still straining nipple and the other between her legs.

"Look bitch-"

"No, YOU look. YOU did this and YOU can live with the consequences, because I'm guessing you need my cooperation to switch back, unlike last time. Now I think you should go back into YOUR apartment before I decide to really make a scene."

"I’m the bigger, stronger one here now," the new man states fiercely. 

"And I’m the one that could end your freedom by shouting for help. One accusation from me and you’ll have a very rough time in jail. It's not exactly moral, but you DID steal my body with asking!" 

"Fine, just...can I get my body back tomorrow...please?"

"Maybe tomorrow or maybe next week. You know, you really are looking a little flabby there, QUINN. Why don’t you work on dropping some of that weight and shaping up, and maybe we'll talk again about swapping back then. Now, kindly get out of my way. I have a phone call to make."