James lightly tipped Josie to one side and she half tumbled on top of Michelle, their soft bodies colliding together in a naked embrace. They met each others eyes but could not read what the other was thinking. Their new faces were still too unfamiliar for the wordless kind of communiation long time friends were accustomed to.
As the two girls tried to fight back from the delicious blur of the MDMA humming in their systems, James chuckled to himself as he hopped up from the couch. His semi-erect penis wagging back and forth in front of him as he crossed the small living room like a minesweeper eager to sniff out new trouble, "Oh yeah, this will be great!"
Something in James's tone penetrated the overwhelming sensations coursing through her new body and prompted Michelle to speak up. Josie just giggled a little and snuggled into her friend, enjoying the post post-orgasm glow now that James wasn't groping and poking and kissing on her any longer. "What will be great? What idea?"
James drifted over to the boxes containing the clothes of Josie's ex, the clothes that had gotten them into this fix. One box was mostly festish gear and cosplay stuff. The other one was full of ostensibly normal clothing, but it was all racy stuff that Molly had picked out to go clubbing and then never beenbrave enough to wear.
James sent the "normal" box sliding across the hardwood floor with a tiny flick of his foot. He wasn't any taller or broader, but he had used the medallion to good effect. Every inch of him was toned and cut and bursting with strength.
Both the young women on the couch sat up a little to peer into the box. Michelle, struggling to focus through her buzz, looked at it as if it was full of rattlesnakes. She was worried that she knew what James had in mind and, yes, she might have been willing to comply with whatever the delivery guy said in order to get her male body back, but that was here behind closed doors. Going out was another matter entirely.
Josie on the other hand just looked sleepy and somewhat bemused. Michelle noticed her friend seemed strangely subdued now that James had broken her into her new body. It was as if all her whining and nervous energy had been fucked out of her. Already back in his torn jeans and black metal t-shirt, the sporty, super-cut new James drifted over, and when he reached out to absent mindedly stroke Josie's hair she actually leaned into it this time.
"You girls get dressed." Michelle's head swam on hearing her fears confirmed and she frowned. The pill made everything feel good - - Josie's head between her legs especially, but, yes, even sucking James off had felt good - - and it would be easier on her bruised male ego to just surrender and go along. Get it over with, get her real body back, and then pretend none of this ever happened. Even so, this felt like a bad idea, maybe precisely because everything else was feeling so good.
"C'mon, bitches! Snap to!" James literally snapped his fingers at them and cackled at the shocked looks on their faces. Neither of the recently transformed guys, even stupid, stoned looking Josie, enjoyed being spoken to like, well, a couple of bitches. They shared a look and this time Michelle thought there was that old unspoken communication between two buddies for life. This had gone on long enough. She had sucked his cock and poor Josie had actually fucked him! Michelle screwed up her courage, ready to finally say something, to protest.
A pout on her lips, confusion in her eyes, Josie quietly sidled her way up off the couch and bent down to look in the box. James's eyes followed the sway of the black haired girl's dangling breasts, they were pale and heavy with very dark nipples contrasting against them, and grunted in satisfaction. His hard, flinty eyes drifted over to Michelle and all the fight went out of the redhead.
"Okay," Michelle swallowed hard and stood up. Her stomach did a little flip-flop and her heart was hammering. She knew she was afraid, but also strangely elated. James was eyeing her in a speculative way, mostly from the neck down, that did not make her feel good - - but didn't exactly make her feel so bad either. Maybe it was the drugs making her skin tingle?
The pair of newborn beauties dressed mostly in silence, occasionally murmurring or grunting in frustration as they helped each other with their clothes, unfamiliar as they both were with the female mode of dress. Michelle had to admit she was a little turned on, helping Josie get her tits in place, the dark strip of pubic hair and pink pussy right in her face as she tugged the dress down over the roundness of her friend's hips. How was it all women weren't lesbians?
Soon enough they were both ready for whatever outing James had in mind. Josie was poured into something black and shiny with lots of cutouts, looking more like a collection of straps covering key locations than it did a dress. Michelle wore a too tight blue dress with one sleeve that left her other shoulder and arm bare. Both were sinfully short, as expected by the other garments in Molly's little collection, showing a lot of leg and barely covering their asses.
James gave them a low whistle of appreciation as they struggled to do whatever they could with their hair. Michelle tried to force a smile back at him. The euphoria coursing through her veins made it easy to generate some false cheer. James seemed satisfied and turned his attention back to Josie.
"Jo-jo, roll a couple joints for the road," James turned back to Michelle, "Red, you get us a couple rounds of shots for a toast before we go!"
"Shots? Toast?" Michelle dully repeated before nodding and scurrying to the small kitchenette. All they had left was some really cheap rum, but decided it would have to do, "Um, I - - I'm on it."
So after a few shots the three of them headed down the back staircase and out of the frat house. Michelle couldn't help a brief moment of panic, but fought it down, bringing up the rear after one last look at the frat where she had fought so hard to get to the top. All she could do now was hope the next time she walked back up those stairs it was to get back her old life and her real body.
The question now was where was James taking them?
