Jon turned around toward the door when he heard the doorbell. He wondered who it could be, as only minutes ago, even he didn't know where he lived. But he was really the only one, because this is a reality where he has grown up with a body similar to that of Scarlett Johansson, and he has become her Stunt Double. He smoothly sauntered to the door in his heels, much to his own surprise. He was growing more comfortable in these clothes and this body, and he made a note to himself to not get lost in this reality he had accidentally created for himself. The doorbell rang again as he reached for the door handle with his manicured hands and he opened the door to find a beautiful woman standing on his doorstep.
Uh.... Can I help you?" Jon said in confusion. The woman smirked, her glossy pink lips looked inviting. Her blonde hair curled down from her head and rolled over her shoulders much like a coil of golden ribbons. Her breasts pushed up and were spilling out the front of her low cut black dress. The dress ended shortly after her hips, and her long legs smoothly ran down to a small pair of feet encased in pink leather heels. She walked right through the doorway and closed the door behind her as she set her small purse on the table inside the door, as if she has been welcomed in many times before.
"No Jonnie, I'm here to help you." she cooed at him in a voice that left no confusion to him as to what she wanted to help him with. Jon, being a virgin, and completely unfamiliar with women in a sexual way, backed away nervously and found himself awkwardly bumping into the staircase bannister behind him.
"Wh-what?" he stuttered, his eyes darting around looking for an escape route. The woman stalked toward him, like a jungle cat, her eyes having a very similar hungry look to them.
"Oh Jonnie," she eyed him up and down "You look absoloutley stunning." She had reached him, and her hands were now on his hips. She pulled his hips to meet hers, and he felt her soft breasts pushing against his fake ones. Her lips mere inches from his own, her breath smelled of mint, and her skin smelled faintly of strawberries.
A phone rang across the hall. Her attention momentarily broken, he slipped out of her grasp, and darted toward the phone as it rang again. Jon noticed her look of surprised defeat as he grabbed the phone, and then turned back toward her as he steadied his plump ass on the table the phone was on. His lifted the phone to his ear.
"H-hello?" he said hopefully.
