Adam woke up and smiled. Immediately he felt lighter and fit the chair better. All around he felt in better shape, which was to be expected after getting out of that Pap character. He went for a chuckle but it came out as a girly giggle.
He got a confused look on his face. As he began to look down long straight blonde hair fell in his face. He instinctively pulled it back over his right ear in a practiced motion. He then looked down and saw a pair of what he immediately knew to be C Cup breasts.
“Oh shit” he said out loud, in a girly voice. Normally he would have used a lot more expletives, but that seemed more appropriate at the time.
“I’m the freaking daughter.”
Immediately it all came back to him. He was Jenny Southerton, 18 year old daughter of Robert Southerton, a man who had inherited wealth and had managed to not tank some business that were built upon that.
Adam’s new memories were foggy; he could remember himself as Adam just fine but he had some images of the college he was going to next year and thoughts about his closet - a closet that certainly never belonged to an Adam.
“Oh shit” he thought. It dawned on him that his wardrobe was now skirts, dresses, heels, and tight shorts.
He brought his hands up to his eyes and admired the perfect nails. He ran his fingers across his breasts curiously.
Catching his wits, he realized that he needed to get into character. He got out of the seat and immediately held down his bouncing breasts.
“Oopsie!” he said in a practiced, cutesy manner.
He walked over to the clothes that were hanging up - A black tank top with a deep V neck and a bow, a low profile bra, some boyfriend jeans with rhinestones everywhere, a thong, and some low heeled sandals. There was a purse and some jewelry on the table as well as a phone in a yellow case.
As he stepped into the thong thinking “yes, I only wear thongs” he realized just how slim he was, until the thong straps hit his ass, at which time he, with much familiarity, ran his fingers along the thong straps to get them above his butt.
He gave a little wiggle and a smile as he pulled on the bra and tank top, having no problems buckling the back of the bra, and slipped the tank top over his head, fluffing his hair out afterward.
After pulling on the jeans, he put the jewelry on - rings on the correct fingers and necklaces arranged just so.
“Man, the IOC is something else.”
Feeling a bit mischievous and enjoying his new knowledge he did a quick pose in the mirror, which brought back memories of Instagram Posts and pictures sent to boyfriends.
He slipped on the sandals and walked out into the hallway with confidence, putting a pair of sunglasses up on his head at just the right moment to emphasize how casual he was.
