Destroy the Evidence

— Oh my god, these are... these are really my, ughm, I mean, my bitch sister Stacy’s tits, — Lee whispered, clutching the firm little breasts that pushed up under the white crop top with his new delicate fingers. He stood in front of the mirror in her room, eyes flicking between his own reflection and the rounded curve of his hips, now even more noticeable than when he wasn’t in her body.

The belly button piercing felt cool against the skin as Lee ran his palm down the exposed strip of her stomach. It felt like even the air touched this skin differently. He could feel how the jeans hugged every contour of his ass, accentuating the shape he used to ogle — but which now felt like something he definitely didn’t want to deal with every day.

— What the fuck... — he muttered, glancing around. — She... she actually lives like this? In this? How the hell does she even walk with a fucking ass like that? This is fucking ridiculous...

He tried to shift his stance, turn around — his hips swayed, the body moved with a playful fluidity that seemed to have a mind of its own. The more he moved, the more he realized even his walk wasn’t his anymore. It had turned feminine. Too smooth. Too... provocative.

— Hey, Stacy, you home? — came a voice from outside the window, muffled slightly by the glass, followed by a loud knock that made Lee's insides clench. It was John. Stacy’s boyfriend.

'What the hell?! What’s he doing here now?!' raced through his mind, and Lee instinctively glanced at the clock on the wall. He had been in Stacy’s body for two minutes, still within the safe window to leave without consequences (thirty minutes max, after which Stacy’s soul would be forcibly ejected and Lee would be stuck in her body forever). But the main reason he did this hadn’t been taken care of yet.

'I’ll just get rid of that dumbass and that’s it! Then I’ll destroy that damn evidence... after I find it, of course. It has to be somewhere in her room and—'

Lee didn’t even get to finish the thought when the window crashed open, and John, like some roided-up Romeo from hell, tumbled into the room, landing hard on the floor, his knees thudding against the wood.

— Oh, hey babe, — he grinned smugly as he stood up. — I missed you…

Lee felt everything drop inside him. 'Why the fuck is he talking like that? Why the fuck is he looking at me like that?!'

He instinctively stepped back — forgetting just how tight those devilish jeans were. The fabric pulled taut over his ass, and it felt like he nearly burst at the seams. His hips twitched, and he felt the soft bounce of the tits under the top. His whole body was reacting... differently. Not the way it should to just some guy walking in.

— J-J-John?! Are you fucking crazy?! — Lee stammered, stepping back again until his back hit the edge of Stacy’s vanity.

John moved in closer—too fast, too confident—and Lee suddenly realized he barely reached John’s shoulder now. Even with the platform shoes on—those same ones Stacy always wore “to make her ass stick out more.” His breathing quickened, his tits rising heavily under the tight crop top, nipples brushing the fabric, and that only made the tremble inside him grow worse.

— Mmm, you look... different today. So fucking hot, babe, — John leaned in closer, his hand already reaching for Lee’s waist.

— Wait, John, don’t— — he started, but the voice—that high, slightly bratty girl voice—didn’t even sound convincing to himself.

— Don’t fight it, baby. I know how much you’ve missed me. — John leaned in, and before Lee could move away, their lips locked.

Lee’s head felt like it exploded.

He wanted to push him away, scream, freak the fuck out... but instead, his lips parted on their own. And his hands—so small and smooth—grabbed at John’s shirt like they needed something to hold on to. And his body... his body began to melt under the heat of that kiss. John’s tongue slipped inside, like it knew exactly where to go, and with every passing second, Lee felt his knees start to buckle.

‘No, no, what the fuck... why does this feel... so good?!’ — his thoughts spiraled. Everything was wrong. Everything. But—fuck—it felt even better than when he kissed girls himself. Like the body knew how to react. Like it moved on instinct.

— Mmm, — John groaned, pulling back slightly. — You’re wild today...

— I... I just... — Lee tried to speak, but his voice came out hoarse, feminine. He was gasping, and something deep in his lower belly started to pulse—new, unfamiliar... but demanding. He could feel his nipples stiff under the top, his hips grinding against John on their own, and the little mound between his legs.

— Baby, I want you right now, — John growled, lifting her up in his arms and carrying her to the bed.

— Wait, I... I’m not—

But it was too late. Lee’s back hit the bed. The jeans were already slipping off his hips while John kissed down his stomach, fingers sliding lower, parting her thighs, and Lee’s head spun with thoughts he never imagined having. And by the looks of it, those thirty minutes were gonna fly by faster than he expected.