“Man,” Felicia walked out of the bathroom clad in just her panties, “that cold shower really hit the spot!” She draped her towel over her shoulder as she walked over to the freezer and grabbed a popsicle, which she unwrapped and popped into her mouth. Despite just taking a cold shower, being practically nude, and enjoying a nice cold popsicle she noticed that she had already begun sweating again. “How long does it take to get a maintenance guy down here?” She grabbed her draped towel and began drying her hair as she headed to the living room.

Felicia heard a soft popping noise as she turned and saw her flatmate's door open. Her flatmate walked out in just a pair of boxers as his skin glistened from his sweat. “Yo! What the fuck man!” Her flatmate’s face got a bit red as he raised his hand to block his vision. “Put a shirt on, Felix!”

“It’s Felicia now, Harry! Plus it’s too fucking hot in here!” 

“Look, I know you made that wish and now you’re a girl but…” Harry lowered his hand as his eyes skimmed up and down his flatmate’s body, “You need to wear something.” He quickly turned and began walking towards the kitchen as he continued, “Plus the maintenance guy’s gonna be here any moment.” He stopped in front of the freezer, opened it, and pulled out a popsicle.

“No way am I putting on a shirt, I’d just sweat through it anyways!” Felicia saw Harry take the wrapper off of his popsicle and toss it in the trash. “Also you’re one to talk! If you aren’t going to wear a shirt then neither am I!” She crossed her arms beneath her breasts which pushed them up a bit.

“I-” Harry couldn’t stop himself from staring at his flatmate’s breasts. Whatever being granted her that wish was rather liberal with her assets. “That doesn’t matter! You’re not a guy anymore it’s…” He trailed off.

“Well you can either wear a shirt or kiss my fat sweaty ass cause it’s too damn hot in here!” She gave a light, playful slap to her ass as she accentuated it in Harry’s direction.

“I-” Harry’s face turned a bright red as his eyes darted between Felicia’s ass and face. “I’m not kissing your ass!” He turned away from Felicia and hurried to his room, shutting the door behind him.

“Damn. Well,” She plopped down on the couch and licked her popsicle, “looks like the maintenance guy got lucky today.”