Now that Jon was asleep, Biff was relieved to have some time to himself. It was still a bit early for him to go to bed so he decided to go downstairs and watch TV for a while. He felt light as a feather in his sexy lingerie and he glided along with a feminine grace that just came natural to him. His reconfigured body just had a different way of moving. His hips swayed naturally as he walked and his feet moved one in front of the other. The hem if his chemise flowed around his thighs, rubbing off them sensually with every step. His breasts felt magnificent, covered in silk and lace.
He made his way down the stairs soaking in every sensation as he moved. He headed to the kitchen first. He hadn't fully explored the house. He hoped he might find some beer but he was out of luck. He did find a bottle of red wine and figuring it was the next best thing, he poured himself a glass and made his way to the sitting room. He sat on the sofa, sweeping one arm behind him in a fluid motion to pull the back of his chemise out from under him as his plump butt nestled into the sofa cushion. He placed his glass on the table for a minute and leaned forward to grab the remote, pausing for a second to admire the cleavage that his arm created as he stretched forward. Remote in hand he got comfortable on the sofa, tucking both of his legs in under himself and leaning one elbow on the arm of the sofa.
He started to flick through the channels looking for something to watch. His free hand idly rubbed his leg through the silk chemise. The sensation of the soft silk on his smooth leg was very comforting. Settling on one of the comedy channels Biff took a sip of his wine and for the first time that day started to relax. He was enjoying the programme but he was occasionally distracted by his breastz, looking down at them, squeezing them and gently rubbing them through his top. As he drank more wine, his free hand slowly made its way inside the opening of his top and searched out around his boob, finding his nipple. When he touched it he felt a jolt of electricity travel from the nipple right down to his crotch. His penis sprang to life but he ignored it for now, revelling in these new sensations for the time being.
He sat like that for about twenty minutes, watching the show, sipping his wine and alternating between rubbing his nipples and slowly rubbing his smooth, hairless legs. When he finished his wine he decided to grab another one. On his way back from the kitchen he saw his handbag. He remembered seeing some makeup in there earlier and decided now was as good a time as any to test it out. It would be good to have it figured out before the morning.
