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The man simply rolls his eyes and entrances you again.
“Nicolette...too long. You’re Nicole now.”
“Nicole? But I’m-” you stop short, unable to remember what you were going to say. Your name is Nicole, isn’t it? It is! That’s a rhetorical question! You are Nicole, always have been.
“Nicole, you are a very curvaceous woman.”
“I’m...very curvaceous?” You ask. You’ve always been so thin, so the word curvaceous is almost like a foreign language. Maybe if you were a bit curvier the boys would come easier, but you were always super skinny Nicole with small tits.
“You are so very curvaceous. So, so curvaceous.”
“I’m so...s-so curvaceous...” you repeat again, finding the word to be right on point. You liked to be modest, but you had an incredible body, and you take a look at it now. Your boobs were just the right size, you had just the right amount of thickness and curvature, and your ass and thighs were massive. You were a stunning hourglass! Immediately, you think of your mother, and her divine body that is just like yours. No wonder dad married her and not that other thin woman (as you think this, your faces changes slightly along with your DNA). You twirl your hand in your moderately long blonde hair (you used to wear it short, but you looked better with it longer) and thank your lucky stars you were so hot. You’ve had a few boyfriends thanks to your bod, but you never did anything with them, mostly because you didn’t want to RIGHT AWAY, and that drove them off quick. Maybe if you just met the right guy who was like you...
“You’re wearing a dress.”
“I’m wearing a dress? W-why...would I do that?” You ask. It’s midday! Why would you be in a dress in your house? Your head hurts again.
“You’re wearing a dress.”
“I’m wearing a...I’m wearing-”
“You are in a dress.”
“I’m in a dress...” you say, exhaling. It was a beautiful white dress that showed off your goddess-like figure. You had jewelry and lipstick on to boot. It was a thing you did to wear dresses indoors. Now if you were as confident as you looked, maybe you’d finally get a guy, like the man in your house.
The man seems very aroused.
“Nicolette...too long. You’re Nicole now.”
“Nicole? But I’m-” you stop short, unable to remember what you were going to say. Your name is Nicole, isn’t it? It is! That’s a rhetorical question! You are Nicole, always have been.
“Nicole, you are a very curvaceous woman.”
“I’m...very curvaceous?” You ask. You’ve always been so thin, so the word curvaceous is almost like a foreign language. Maybe if you were a bit curvier the boys would come easier, but you were always super skinny Nicole with small tits.
“You are so very curvaceous. So, so curvaceous.”
“I’m so...s-so curvaceous...” you repeat again, finding the word to be right on point. You liked to be modest, but you had an incredible body, and you take a look at it now. Your boobs were just the right size, you had just the right amount of thickness and curvature, and your ass and thighs were massive. You were a stunning hourglass! Immediately, you think of your mother, and her divine body that is just like yours. No wonder dad married her and not that other thin woman (as you think this, your faces changes slightly along with your DNA). You twirl your hand in your moderately long blonde hair (you used to wear it short, but you looked better with it longer) and thank your lucky stars you were so hot. You’ve had a few boyfriends thanks to your bod, but you never did anything with them, mostly because you didn’t want to RIGHT AWAY, and that drove them off quick. Maybe if you just met the right guy who was like you...
“You’re wearing a dress.”
“I’m wearing a dress? W-why...would I do that?” You ask. It’s midday! Why would you be in a dress in your house? Your head hurts again.
“You’re wearing a dress.”
“I’m wearing a...I’m wearing-”
“You are in a dress.”
“I’m in a dress...” you say, exhaling. It was a beautiful white dress that showed off your goddess-like figure. You had jewelry and lipstick on to boot. It was a thing you did to wear dresses indoors. Now if you were as confident as you looked, maybe you’d finally get a guy, like the man in your house.
The man seems very aroused.
What now?
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