Jamie walked out of the bathroom. A cloud of steam billowed out behind her and spread into the hall. She was glad that 'James' had an on demand hot water heater. She would have long since run out of water. She had been in there for most of an hour. She had shaved her underarms, her legs and with some trepediation her pubic hair. She stepped into her bedroom and closed the door. She turned to look at the mirror on the back of the door. This was the second day she had been in her new body. It was less jarring than at first. She looked at her face critically. There was a strong familial resemblence. She looked like James sister or given her youth more like his niece perhaps. She shook her head. Becky had really done a number on her.
Jamie smirked and reached up to pull the towel of off her head. Her hair fell around her face as she withdrew the towel. Her hair was wet, which made the dark brown strands appear black. They fell in waves around her shoulders and down to her mid back. She liked the way her hair framed her face. She looked herself in the mirror and blew herself a kiss. Without breaking eye contact with her reflection she untucked the towel wrapped around her torso. Now unrestrained it fell to the floor. She put her hands at her side and considered her body. Her lips parted and she swallowed. My god. I'm beautiful. She thought. This wasn't the first time she had seen herself naked, but she hadn't internalized it. Not only was she gorgeous. She was without a doubt the singal most beautiful woman that she had ever seen in her or rather James' life.
She turned back and forth to see herself from different angles. Jamie shook her head. She was quite petite. Becky had measured her height at five foot, but they hadn't done her measurements. Becky must have had some idea in order to get her clothes, but she hadn't told Jamie.
Jamie glanced at her hips and the tiny waist above them. She cocked her head and turned. She walked out of her room and into the kitchen. She was naked and comfortable. Her body was a source of pride not embarrassment. She leaned over and pulled open the "miscellaneous" drawer. Her breasts jostled as she dug through the drawer.
She smiled and straightened up. She held up a tape measure. she glanced down at her body again and smiled. she had a feeling that she was going to be impressed. Jamie walked back down the hall to her room. she was feeling good and she had a little swagger to her walk. She walked up to the mirror and used her foot to kick the towel out of the way. She looked at herself in the mirror again and wrapped the tape measure around her hips. It was harder than she thought it would be. The tape measure was the kind would be handymen used to measure wood and walls. It wasn't designed to follow curves. It stuck out in several spots and she grimaced as the metal tab at the end scratched her skin.
She cocked her head and stuck her tongue out. She debated getting a string to use instead and shrugged. She pulled the metal tab pulling the tape tight against her skin. It wasn't perfect, but a cold sensation told her that the tape was now in contact with her skin. She lined her thumbs up with each other and then unfolded the tape from her skin, she glanced down at her left hand and saw that her thumb was over the 1 inch mark. She turned her head, feeling her still wet hair slide across her back, her right thumb was over the 33 inch mark. 32 inches she thought to herself. that's smaller than when I James. she realized that she was even smaller than she had thought. She took the tape and wrapped it around the narrow part of her waist. She slide it up and down until she found the smallest part. She lined her thumbs up again and pulled the tape away from her skin.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She opened them and looked at her left hand again. Her left thumb was over the 3 inch mark. She turned and saw that her right thumb was over the 23 inch mark. Her lips parted and she opened her mouth in surprise, holy shit she thought 20 inches! That was smaller than any woman she knew. she was actually a little scared but she was terribly excited as well. She bit her lip and wrapped the tape around her torso she slide the tape up to just under her breasts. She repeated the ritual of linking up her thumbs. She pulled the tape away. She glanced down, 2 and 32. She cupped her breasts, holding the tape against them. It wasn't ideal, but her excitement caused her to look past any discomfort. She looked at her reflection trying to hold her breasts in the right position without squishing them down. She spread her fingers and looked between them at the numbers, 1 and 35.
She did the math in her head and felt her nipples tighten. 34 inches, that works out to D cups! she bit her lip again and felt a wave of pride shoot through her. She dropped the tape measure and ignored it as it rolled shut. It was easier and easier to identify with the reflection. She was really looking forward to seeing Dwayne tonight. At that moment she decided that she was going to let Dwayne fuck her tonight. She was too aroused to hold any doubts about her plan in her mind. She giggled and reached down to play with her clit.
