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I went downstairs and could hear John and Ryan talking. I wanted to think of them as my friends but for some reason I just kept thinking of them as my older roommates. As I entered the room their conversations stopped immediately. They looked a little guilty as if I was the topic of conversation but that expression quickly changed to that of lust. I knew that I had a rocking body and knew that it would be hard to hide but I was wearing my most modest shirt and shorts.
“Hey my eyes are up here!” I tried to sound mad but a little giggle escaped my lips. I thought it was so funny that I had to tell men to stop looking at my chest now. I never thought I would use that line.
“Sorry,” Both of them said looking embarrassed. “If you didn’t wear that we wouldn’t be so inclined to stare. I mean those shorts are barely more than underwear and that shirt shows off half of your tits!” Ryan was defending himself.
“Oh come on, I wore the most modest thing in my closet. I’m not even showing that much skin! Plus don’t give me that, “If you didn’t dress like that crap.” I was a man too!” I was a little annoyed that I had been a girl for less than a few hours and I was already having to deal with these two as if they were creeps!
“Wait Karl,” John was looking at me curiously. “Do you think you are being modest right now? Would you introduce a girl to your family wearing this outfit?”
“Of course not!” They looked relieved. “This outfit doesn’t even match. It’s modest enough sure, but it’s like totally yucky! Oh and don’t call me Karl anymore it hurts my head, it’s Kali while I am like this” I put my hands to my head to try to stop the throbbing.
John and Ryan exchanged worried looks. “Well Kali,” Ryan emphasised my name and immediately the throbbing stopped, I lowered my hands. “I have found a few things that we might all find interesting. While you were up in your room and bathroom I was sitting down here trying to calm down after all of the things I said to you.”
“So you dont think that I am dumb? That all I care about is partying and sex?” I said hopeful that he would reverse what he did to me earlier.
“No, I still feel that way. But now that your a chick I guess that just means your a dumb party slut.” He stopped after John shot him a dirty look. “Sorry, it’s true, but I am not here to talk about that.”
I knew that what Ryan had just done was make my situation even worse. I was finding it hard to focus on what he was saying. “One sec, this conversation seems like it is going to be long I need a drink. Being the dumb party slut I am I need something to get me through it!” I walked into the kitchen and was about to grab a beer when I realized that tequila sounded so much better. I passed up the glasses and just grabbed a bottle out of the cupboard and took a giant swig. I felt a little better so I brought the bottle in the living room with me. “Okay continue!”
Ryan just shook his head in annoyance. “Anywho, I was sitting down here and noticed that all of your belongings down here changed every so often. I am guessing everytime the orgasms changed you it changed all of your stuff as well. Your android went from black, to white, to an iPhone, to an iPhone with a pink case. The same thing with your wallet, it went from a leather wallet, to a clasp bag, to a purse, to this.” He held up a super cute iPhone in a pink case and then a purse. They were both definitely my style.
“Cute!” I clapped my hands, motioning for him to give them to me! I was starting to feel drunk ish. That meant…. I took another long swig from the bottle spilling some on my shirt. “Ekkkk this looks so gross, one sec!” I ran to my room and threw off my shirt. I pulled on another modest type shirt this one was green. I was about to head downstairs again when I thought I would punish them for staring at me. I pulled off my shorts and ran downstairs. I quickly jumped over the couch and accidently caught my foot. My front was on the seat of the couch, ass in the air, and I was raised up on my elbows. “Okey-dokie. Sorry about that!” I smiled making my ass jiggle a little bit.
Ryan shook his head from the other couch, him and John were shocked, then Ryan spoke “You are really getting into your dumb, party slut role aren’t you? Anyway look at this!” He threw an ID card down to me as I pretended to pout. I looked at it.
“Yeah Kali Sanders, Age 21, Blonde hair, Blue eyes, 5’4”, 110 lbs? So what?” I already knew all of this! What was his point?
“So what? That means Karl, doesn’t exist anymore.” Again my head started to hurt.
“It’s Kali, It’s Kali you big dumb jerk!” I fell onto the ground.
“Ok, ok calm down. Yes it looks like you are Kali now. Is that really what you want?” Ryan was perplexed!
I knew that the reason my head was hurting was because they kept calling me Karl, “Yes, I told you I am Kali!” I felt good saying it. I smiled.
They both looked defeated. “Well then the rest of what I have to tell you is good news, I went through our lease agreements. You moved in 6 months ago according to the paperwork. That’s not true because we have lived together for 7 years! Furthermore I went through your social media. It’s no longer the old you on there. You are an aspiring model who flunked out of college after one year. You post pictures of yourself all of the time and it seems you really do love to go to parties. Also based on the pictures I saw of you I’d say tonight was definitely a modest night.” Ryan looked a little sad.
“I felt like all of that was pretty cool! Can you picture it, me a model?” I was imagining myself in all sorts of pretty clothes. People paying me to take pictures of me! That seemed like the life! “Well if that’s all…. Let’s party!” I got up took another drink of tequila and turned on some music to dance to. Both Ryan and John got up looked at me, Ryan sarcastically said “At least party girls never get alcohol poisoning right? Hopefully your party girl body can handle all of that alcohol!” They shook their heads one last time and left the room.
“Your loss!” I shouted but they probably didn’t hear over the sound of the music playing. I went back to dancing feeling myself sway back and forth from the solid drunk I now had going. Intent on testing my limits I took another big drink. Back when I was a man if I drank this much tequila I would have started to get sick. Now I was half the size but feeling better with ever drink. If I had thought about it I would have realized that Ryan had helped me from a really unpleasant night of alcohol poisoning. By saying his condescending bit before he left he had made it so my body would keep getting drunk until I was as wasted as I could get. Then my body would store the alcohol and absorb it slowly as I sobered up. This meant that I could be drunk for days just by drinking a ton in one night.
I put the bottle down after yet another drink and started to dance. I loved how my body moved. I could feel how sexy I was dancing in my thong in the middle of the living room. I decided to see if I could twerk. I bent my knees and stuck my ass out impressed with how flexible I was. I started to shake my ass up and down moving my hips to the rhythm I had never danced as a man but my party girl body made dancing easy even if I was wasted at this point. As my ass jiggled to the rhythm I could feel the plug in my ass move around causing me to start to get turned on. I never thought that I would get horny from something in my ass but today was a strange day and this was something that seemed small in comparison! I was lost in the music when it suddenly stopped. Ryan stood over me with a displeased expression.
“Sit down slut!”
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Original author: Story44 Sent to my by Cbrorigins.
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