For the Best
Shaneal wasted no time in stripping off his clothes. The tight pants showed off his great butt, and the push-up bra his perfect tits, but right now they were an obstacle, wrapping obstructing his needs from his present. Just by looking down at himself, he found himself growing aroused. Not with that disgusting penis of his, no, rather his pussy began to moisten, and Shaneal was awash with an exhilarating, full-bodied warmth.
Shaneal may not agree with his sister a hundred percent of the time, but he had to hand it to her: she had great taste in best friends. He wasn't sure whether his crush on Stella was requited or not- he was on the shy side and his sister would kill him if he made a move- but that did little to sooth the aching yearning he had in his heart. Well, perhaps the Great Shift took pity on poor Shaneal, because when it swapped around the majority of the world's population, as fate would have it, he ended up in Stella’s body. A body hers would be top-tier for anyone, but for Shaneal, it was like winning the lottery every time he woke up, peeking under the covers to still find himself in the woman of his dreams.
Suffice to say, Shaneal had been on cloud nine in the intervening time since the Shift. He had been… somewhat respectful of Stella’s body- it's not like he's been acting like a slutty idiot around town or anything like that- but to be fair, he would consider wearing either a bra or panties to be respectful. And putting on both? It's not like he was going anywhere that formal. In all honesty, Shaneal had been dressing himself as someone who was still getting the hang of women’s clothing, mixed with the unwillingness to wear enough to cover anything he didn’t have to. Best part was, Shaneal’s sister was in no position to object to his “enjoyment” of Stella’s body, given the horny boy form she was stuck in, she could barely look at him without popping a painful boner, much less chastise him. Naturally, her embarrassment was quite the cherry on top for Shaneal, as well.
Shaneal began kneading at the bouncy orbs that quivered proudly- and surprisingly firmly- on his slender torso. He had been feverish in trying to reach them, but now that they were practically oozing out from his grasp, he was savoring every touch and every shiver of ecstasy it provided. After all, this was his body now, permanently.
Shaneal may not agree with his sister a hundred percent of the time, but he had to hand it to her: she had great taste in best friends. He wasn't sure whether his crush on Stella was requited or not- he was on the shy side and his sister would kill him if he made a move- but that did little to sooth the aching yearning he had in his heart. Well, perhaps the Great Shift took pity on poor Shaneal, because when it swapped around the majority of the world's population, as fate would have it, he ended up in Stella’s body. A body hers would be top-tier for anyone, but for Shaneal, it was like winning the lottery every time he woke up, peeking under the covers to still find himself in the woman of his dreams.
Suffice to say, Shaneal had been on cloud nine in the intervening time since the Shift. He had been… somewhat respectful of Stella’s body- it's not like he's been acting like a slutty idiot around town or anything like that- but to be fair, he would consider wearing either a bra or panties to be respectful. And putting on both? It's not like he was going anywhere that formal. In all honesty, Shaneal had been dressing himself as someone who was still getting the hang of women’s clothing, mixed with the unwillingness to wear enough to cover anything he didn’t have to. Best part was, Shaneal’s sister was in no position to object to his “enjoyment” of Stella’s body, given the horny boy form she was stuck in, she could barely look at him without popping a painful boner, much less chastise him. Naturally, her embarrassment was quite the cherry on top for Shaneal, as well.
Shaneal began kneading at the bouncy orbs that quivered proudly- and surprisingly firmly- on his slender torso. He had been feverish in trying to reach them, but now that they were practically oozing out from his grasp, he was savoring every touch and every shiver of ecstasy it provided. After all, this was his body now, permanently.