"Uhh, sorry?" James finally responded, no longer able to stand the fierce look on Simone's face.
"Uhh, sorry? That's all you have to say. I didn't know what to think. One of the most agile, sure-footed athletes I know and you tripped. Then you got up like you had seen a ghost. Then you ran away before I could check you were okay. That is not okay and 'Uh, sorry?' Isn't good enough. I thought for a moment that maybe you forgot your pills and had a flare-up."
"A flare-up?" James asked. Distinctly aware of how sexy his deep alto sounded. James' eyes slid from her face down to her tits. Appreciating the close view as he still sat on the floor.
It seemed Simone instantly spotted the peeping and huffed. If it was in response to the peeping or his lackluster response he didn't know. He watched as she quickly stalked into his bathroom. Eyes glued to her ass. Earlier, before the watched activated James could have sworn her ass was a little smaller. He could have sworn that he'd never see her sway her hips so much. Hips which also seemed a little wider.
James was certain she was wearing something else just a few minutes prior. For when he saw her in the courtyard she was wearing some tight jeans. Not painted on tight but still pretty tight. And the t-shirt she was wearing was a little baggier and definitely didn't stop just above her belly button. But she now wore a similar pair of sporty short shorts. These ones were nylon, grey with lime green accents. It also was baggier and covered her whole ass unlike James'
After Simone disappeared around the corner into his bathroom, he tried to push his rising arousal away. He decided to get up and inspect his room. It mostly looked the same, at least in the broadest manner. The walls were painted the same color. It was roughly laid out the same. But as he paid more attention numerous changes became clear.
Most of the academic awards were still there. Some were missing though. In their place were numerous swimming and volleyball awards. On the walls were still some sci-fi and fantasy posters. Though some of them were a little more risque. The males and the females.
James' computer desk was still there. Just the computer box was now pink and.... and next to it was a makeup table. On top of which was a large dildo.
James blinked, aware of his sexy body and the sexy blur in the side of his vision standing in the mirror. He hadn't noticed but there was quite a bit of clothes strewn across the floor. His rooms had always looked like that except for when his mom got pissed enough to scare him into cleaning up.
Maybe that was why he didn't notice the dirty clothes. Still, they were there. All were relatively sexy in some way. Many were fitness or sport-related or adjacent. A sports bra designed to cover as little skin as possible. Yoga pants that somehow James could vaguely remember buying. He could remember how happy he was with how they looked painted on. He could see himself, well his new body-self, in the changing room. A cut-off t-shirt that just hung loosely several inches past his breasts. Loose enough that if someone was beneath him the would be able to see the bottom of his bra.
He could remember how it hugged his waist pulled up to the proper position, an inch or so above his belly button. Showcasing his tight stomach and the very top of his six-pack.
He could remember how this version has translucent panels that hinted at the skin underneath. The translucent panels going as high as 5 inches below his crotch.
He was startled out of his thoughts as Simone stormed back. Seemingly unaware that her hips were swinging at all when someone in such a state surely wouldn't be thinking enough to sway their hips more. Huh. It must be instinctive. Her natural gait. Another change. James could remember how her hips swayed just walking past him on campus and they never swayed this much.
"Here," Simone said. Thrusting a glass of water and a pill capsule into his hands. James was extremely aware of the hot tingles emanated from where ever her hand grazed.
James tossed the pill back. Still hyper-aware of his body. Aware enough to feel his tits jiggle and the t-shirt ride up slightly as he leaned his head back.
He gulped the water back quickly and looked back at Simone.
Noticing her slightly poutier lips, not that they were pouty before they were pretty skinny. A few blemishes now missing from her face.
"What's the pill?" James finally asked in his now sultry voice.
Simone sighed before speaking in a slightly despondent tone, "I know it has been a while since a flair-up. So I guess you can be forgiven for forgetting. Especially with how absent-minded you can get during one."
James pursed his lips. Puffy lips that were nicely heart-shaped. Lips that were much more sensitive than the ones James had a dozen minutes prior. He was about to say something when the pill kicked in.
In several moments, almost all of his arousal faded away. His mind quickly cleared. He could still feel an undercurrent of arousal still there. More than what James was used to. But significantly more manageable.
Simone's eyes tracked up and down James' body, focusing on his face and eyes. The tingles from getting checked out by someone greatly diminished. Finally, she seemed satisfied. "Good, now come on we have our next class we need to get to."
Simone grabbed James by the arm also grabbing his backpack with her off-hand with little exertion.
James observed the arm holding his backpack. An arm that seemed to be a little more muscled. He smiled at an errant thought. She still isn't as muscled as me James carefully flexed the arm farthest away from Simone, the one out of sight. A flash of pleasure as he saw large feminine muscles bulge.
"Sorry about what happened earlier, Simone. I got a little frazzled. Thanks for finding me and helping out." James idly wondered if the voice that was now his own. The one that with every syllable oozed with feminine allure and charisma. If it did anything to Simone.
Simone turned around now that they were in the hallway, handing James his backpack. "No problem, it's what best friends do for each other." Simone smiled before turning around pulling James along with her. Faint almost undetectable tingles terminating from where Simone firmly held his forearm. James smiled back, even though she wasn't looking. Vague memories of Simone and Siobhan being best friends.
