Getting home

John rode in the backseat home, his mind churning with thoughts about last night. Partway through the ride, when the driver asked how he was doing, he just started to tear up. He managed to stop the tears as his mind rotated between worrying about his ovaries being too active, thinking about riding his friend cock, how he was going to get the dried cum off his pubes and several other topics. When John finally left the car, he saw the driver check out his butt, making him walk quickly into the complex. He took the keys out of his purse and went into this condo. After locking the door, he sat down on his chair and finished the glass of wine from last night. He held the glass, realizing that it wasn't a beer or the scotch he usually enjoyed. He needed to get out of this body.
He saw the time and realized he was past the 12 hours he needed to do the change. He took off the "booty inspector" shirt he had been wearing for the last 40 minutes and the jeans. My hips are fine. 'Mom hips' my ass thought John as he wiggled out of the jeans. Walking around the apartment naked, it found some of his clothing he wore before moving the boxes a couple nights ago. He briefly thought about getting some old clothing, when he was in better shape, but decided against it. He could always do that later, since his body was currently a ticking time-bomb thanks to his activities last night.
He put on the necklace and touched his pants from about 1 week ago. He felt the shock and then relief.