Before Sam could say a word, Greg grabbed him by the waist and pulled him into a wet kiss. The sensation of Sam's new breasts against Greg's chest made him deeply uncomfortable. He had dreams of feeling Trish's breasts and they were now firmly affixed to his own chest.
"Damn it!" Greg said with a disappointed look on his face. "Nothing!"
"What are you talking about?" responded Sam.
"You, bitch. I'm feeling nothing down there." Sam gestured toward's his crotch. "I should have kept you as a dude."
"Don't call me a bitch! You did this to us!"
"Whatever. Find something sexy to put on and let's get out of here. We are going to be the hottest bitches on the dance floor tonight my sexy little friend!"
"No... I'm staying here" Sam said meekly. He was still processing what was going on around him.
Greg walked over and ran his slender new fingers down the front of Sam's pants. His touch send a jolt down Sam's back. "If you don't want to flex that hot bod, that's your choice. Give me a call if you change your mind!"
