The office clock ticked by as Alan kept glancing at it and feeling more tired and stressed out with each passing minute. He was under intense pressure to meet his boss’s deadline for the new advertisement, yet he felt trapped and uncreative at his desk.
“Morning, Valerie,” his wife Megan said, standing up and kissing him on the cheek. “Sleep well, sweetie?”
Charlie bit his lip and his right finger as he lay there prostrate, feeling his boobs touching the mattress.
Pedro Jr. arched his back and pouted. “Okay, this was…um…an interesting and enlightening experience, but I think it’s now time to turn me back, Mom,” he said.
Harriet allowed herself a small smile of satisfaction in the ladies’ room mirror as the party raged unabated. A week ago she’d been Hugh, an unattractive teenage male nobody with pimples, until an old lady displayed a magic necklace as a small reward for help taking out the trash over the years.
The stone bench felt on Brian’s bare ass but that was the least of his problems now.
Discordant notes tumbled around the room as Reynold desperately played the piano. He closed his eyes and tried to ignore the blonde hair tickling his neck and the flimsy dress that encased his body. (Oh, what was that melody? he thought to himself.)
Shawn clutched at his new chest and yelped as his thumbs rubbed against his sensitive nipples. The wind kept blowing hair in his eyes, so he shook his head and did his best to glare at his girlfriend Irene.
“As you can see, sir, I have nothing to hide,” said Kasumi, turning around in her skimpy bikini. “Please don’t have your guards grope me again, my boss said my body is reserved for you only.”
“Sis, where are you going?” Jimmy asked in high tones. (Gosh, how he hated hearing his sister’s voice come from his lips.)