"No, on second thought, it wouldn't be fair to bet since I already know it's no contest, and I wouldn't want to take advantage of you," Trish as Dwayne challenged. "The night's still young, shall we go?"
Taking another slug of her Jack&Coke;, James glared and said, "Fire it up. You're going down."
"We'll just see who goes down on whom. Ladies first James."
James, feeling a little tipsy, froze. "Whoa ... what!"
"I said Ladies First Jamie. Are you ready?"
James silently chided himself/herself for letting her imagination run away. James stepped onto the pad and took a ready position, only now realizing that her stance was wider and the movements required were bigger due to her now reduced stature. But she was a lot more flexible now too, so that should compensate. Before she was fully ready, Dwayne called "Go". Fortunately the pace started slowly enough that James had time to get a feel for her steps, which was a good thing because James was still in heels. "Even in heels, I'm still good," James smiled to herself as she held her hands out and picked up the pace.
Trish grinned as she/he watched James. James was doing quite well so far, especially considering how wobbly she was in those heels at the beginning of the evening. Poor James, he might have been good in his old body, but the situation is stacked against her new one. As the pace picked up some more, Trish watched in delight as James' boobs began to take on a life of their own as they bounced and jiggled.
Between the heels and the bouncing tits, James fell far short of a challenging performance. "Wait! I wasn't ready," James whined.
"Wow, you were really good," Trish said laying it on thick. "I'm going to have to really work." Trish grinned wolfishly, kicked off his shoes, then peeled off his shirt as well. Stepping onto the pad, Trish posed displaying the perfect abs and muscular tone she'd gotten from Dwayne. Trish knew how good he looked standing there in just slacks, bare chested and ready.
"Hey, that's not ..." James sighed. "OK fine, Go!" How did this happen, James wondered to himself. A few days ago I was a 6'2" hunk of a guy. I watched the ladies, and the ladies watched back. Now I'm dancing in heels and a skimpy dress and watching a guy show off for me. Even if he is a good looking guy, OK a really good looking guy, especially the way the light glistens off the sweaty sheen of his chest. Taking a deep breadth, James wasn't fully aware that even Dwayne's smell was attractive, just that she was suddenly fascinated with every little bead of sweat that crawled down Dwayne's chest.
"Ha, I beat you," Dwayne said, suddenly standing in front of James so close that James could feel the heat of Dwayne's chest on her face and his musk filled her senses.
