“Ooh babe, now raise your arm above your head and lean against the wall! Yes! You look great babes!” My girlfriend exclaimed as she snapped more photos. “Come on Katie, don’t we have enough photos? We’ve been at this for hours.” I complained. “Yeah we’re almost done, just a couple more! I was thinking for this next one could you pull down your dress? Ya know, show the goods off?” Katie asked with a sly smile. I covered my newly acquired chest with my arm and looked around embarrassed. “Absolutely not! You said this was for a modeling application, not OnlyFans!” I exclaimed. “Oh it’s not for that babes, this is for my own personal stash” giggled Katie.
A month ago I was mindlessly working at my boring 9-5 desk job, wishing I was home with my girlfriend Katie. My boss came to my desk and asked to speak to me in the back about my “performance” at work. I was sweating bullets, thinking this was the end of my career. Just as I sat down, I felt a wave of heat passing over me, and I blacked out for only a moment.
Coming to, I found myself out on the street outside my office. I looked around confused as my long hair whipped my face. “Huh, I had my hair up in a bun…” I thought to myself. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but my body felt weird, and I wondered why I was outside. That’s when I heard a yell from the entrance of my office. I felt like I was having an out of body experience as I saw my body frantically running out the door and into the road, swiftly getting hit by a bus.
Fear overtook me as I started to run back home. I felt my chest bounce up and down as I took each step and had to eventually stop to inspect what it was. Looking down I was greeted with the sight of two mounds of flesh attached to my chest. My eyes went wide as I grabbed the soft orbs, feeling their soft weight as I slightly lifted them. “Oh. My. God! I-I’m a woman! This is just like one of those TG captions I love!” I chuckled to myself, and walked home a little more confidently. I was curious why I switched the whole way home, and had a hell of a time convincing my girlfriend that I was actually me. Thankfully, she knew about my love for captions and eventually believed me.
With my hands still grabbing my new breasts we sat down on the couch, turning on the news. Reports of the “Minor shift” were headlining. Reports approximated atleast ten thousand people have swapped worldwide, with reports of more coming in. I supposed I should have considered myself lucky, as an interview with what appeared to be a six year old girl claiming to be her body’s father came on, followed by an old man who was that body’s granddaughter. Katie reached forward, grabbing my swollen flesh and fondling them. I couldn’t help but bite my lip, enjoying the new foreign feeling of being groped.
Smash cut to a month later. Katie and I continued to date, thankfully she was bisexual and our already great sex life had never been better. Unfortunately I was still laid off from my job, even with my local celebrity status as the only shifted person in my town. Even with the blessing the shift gave me, I still needed money to pay bills, that’s when Katie suggested modeling, and thankfully she had the right connections. If I got the job, I could be the poster child for shifted individuals and jumpstart a new, wealthy career path.
Looking around, I bit my bottom lip and removed my top. Something about this body made me more submissive and I loved it. I took my breasts in my hand and jiggled them in-front of Katie as she snapped photos. I loved the way they grabbed her, and everyone else’s attention and they felt incredible to play with as well. “That should be enough photos for now.” Katie said, tucking away the camera in her bag and leaning in for a kiss. “Besides, I’m feeling a bit playful now, let’s head home, and perhaps we could take a couple more photos while we play… ya know, just incase this modeling career doesn’t work out.” she said with a wink.
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