Jon turned to the nearby dresser mirror and saw...his next door neighbor Brooke Sweeney! He gasped for air as he looked around the room and saw nothing of the bedroom he was used to. There was a dresser with pictures of Brooke and her family. A bed that wasn't made up. Silky sheets on the bed. A sexy perfume was in the air. The boy lifted his wrist and sniffed. Brooke must have dabbed it on this morning. On this body. This caused him to turn back to the dresser mirror.
A curvy young woman gaped back at Jon. Her raven hair was done up into twintails like some girl in an anime. She was dressed up in a Japanese sailor fuku that should have been on a much younger girl. Still, she...no...Jon, looked delightful in it. Brooke was easily able to carry the look off as she was on the much shorter side. He guessed she was around 5'1" as everyone in the neighborhood seemed to easily tower over Brooke.
Jon's cheeks turned red as he gaped at the large breasts pushing out the front of the uniform. The boy-in-woman's body ran his hands down the slopes of his newly acquired breasts down to his waist and out to the abruptly curving hips he was unused to. A mixture of emotions flooded him. Fear, curiosity and arousal.
Jon's eyes went wide as he felt arousal in a way never experienced by a male before. Nipples poked out enough to tent the uniform he was wearing. A warm heat started in his stomach. No. It was lower. It built as his eyes danced over the woman in the glass. The one that he could make do whatever he wanted.
He reached, with some trepidation, underneath the skirt to find that he wore no panties. Jon somehow managed to still be shocked when his questing fingers did not find a penis. Instead, his slim digits gently grazed a pair of lower lips. Those same fingers quested a bit more. They caressed the silky flesh found there a few seconds more. A small amount of fluids seeped onto his fingers. Reality crashed back onto him.
The teen jerked his hand out from under the skirt as though he'd touched hot coals. His now icy blue eyes scanned over the form of his sexy neighbor and one question went through his head: What the hell is wrong with me? I'm feeling up Brooke when I need to get the stone and wish everything back to how it was!
Before he could leave the room, a door opened and another sexy young woman came out of the adjoining bathroom. Jon didn't recognize her. She was wearing a red bikini and was pouring out of it in all the right places. The girl winked at him and said, "You ready for the show hon?"
"Wha...what?" Jon squeaked out as his eyes devoured the voluptuous brunette in front of him.
"Hello? We've got a show to put on today! What did you think I meant girl? You and me. Brooke and Angela. We do our first live show in two minutes!"
The tension in Jon's stomach was already at 11. This ratcheted it up another twenty notches. He said, "Show? What kind of show?"
Angela all but bounced over to the desk nearby. Grabbed a laptop on it and placed it on the bed. She turned to Jon and took his hands. Then pulled him to the bed. "Don't be nervous now. Just let me take the lead. It'll be sooo good."
Jon's eyes widened and he tried to pull away from her. "I..can't...um...Angela. I have to go. I can't do this." I have to get out of here and get back to the house!
But, even as Jon tried to pull away from the sensors woman in front of him, he found himself sinking onto the silky sheets.
"Shhh," she whispered. Angela reached over and turned on the webcam. The green light blinked on. The hot girl waved at the camera and began to talk to the watchers. Jon barely heard what she said. He kept trying to get up from the bed. To leave. To do anything! But, he couldn't. The more he thought of doing it, the more he felt a flushed feeling come over him. Why can't I leave? Jon despaired in his mind.
As Angela crawled across the mattress toward him, Jon felt himself wave at the camera...
