Jon woke up excitedly. As soon as he started to feel his sleepyness go away, he felt the bulges on his chest, the feeling of cotton rubbing against hard nipples, which were far from his body now. He felt a long set of legs, hairless, and toned; he felt long, curly hair, brushing against the pillow, and his face, and his neck. He felt some slight pains, specially on articulations, signs of his new age. And he felt another person on the bed with him, another woman.
Upon opening her new eyes, Jon, or now, Yulia, went head first to squeeze her new tits, feeling their softness and slight, tolerable weight... Maaaaybe a bit heavier, since she added modifications on the paper before, such as another cup size, and a rounder, more toned ass, without the intention to perform a complete bimbofication on Yulia. These bigger tits, 36DD cups, had nipples poking through the fabric of a cotton t-shirt from a concert that the original Yulia had gone to, she was old school, and he could see that, as it was form a The Cure concert. Jon remembered it as if he had been the one who went there.
Black, satin panties covered the new Yulia's crotch, and her new rounder ass ate a bit of the fabric between the cheeks. Looking at her hands, they were wrinkled, manicured, and with a wedding band; turning around to see the other woman, Yulia saw the same band on her finger, they were married. Yulia smiled, memories of their long-lasting relationship coming into her mind.
But then, Yulia's enjoyment of her new body had to stop, as another memory came to her. "I'm going to be late!" She exclaimed, almost waking up her wife, who she now learned through the memories that her name was Mary. Yulia went to the bathroom quickly, her boobs bounced a bit, her nipples rubbed again against the shirt she was wearing, there was definitely no bra under it; she confirmed that as she took it off, as well as the panties, she didn't even checked herself out, she just went over and showered quickly, then went out, dried herself and got her makeup on; picked new clean clothes from her closet, including the mentioned pink blazer, got dressed quickly, like a master, as if she had lived forever like this. Took her purse, her car keys, and went to work, not even a slight second to check herself out more, she had to work...
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Even if Jon was really lazy and with no motivations, he had become a woman who was his complete opposite, and even through the stress, he was enjoying it.
