After experiencing my first orgasm in the tub, I was hungry for more. Seeing myself in the little mirror, inside a big breasted hispanic woman, made me want to try this life on for size a bit. Go outside and see what it's like to be fawned over and wanted for once. Before that though, I had to get ready.
I decided to snap a few photos to send to myself.
Finally collecting myself, I stepped out of the tub and decided to wrap up my hair. I wasn't sure how, but I did it effortlessly. I was about to snap a regular picture, but I got the bright idea of using the little mirror so I could get my tits in the shot twice.
Flipping through the phone Darrell said was "Danielle's" to check the pictures, I realized the phone was literally packed with sexy photos of Danielle. One folder said "modelling shots". I clicked it open with Danielle's manicured finger. It was chock full of Danielle posing in lingerie and bikinis. Looking at the sexy photos with my big tits in view was enough to get me slick again.
"If there are chicks that hot at the shoot tomorrow there's no way I can keep it together." I said to myself as I walked back into the bedroom. "Well, I know at least one will. Me!"
Walking into the closet, I saw racks and racks of clothes, along with something else which threw me for a loop: my own body. It was laying there on a reclined couch, seemingly asleep, with the helmet securely placed on my head. I gave it a poke. Nothing. It seemed the helmet not only fed Danielle's senses into my mind, but blocked my own.
"I mean... might as well try this." I said to myself as a smirk grew. Getting on my knees, I unzipped my old body's pants. Pulling them down, I saw my cock flop to the side. "Let's see if this works."
I took it in my manicured fingers and started stroking up and down. Slowly but surely, it seemed the little guy was working. "Damn. My first handjob and I can't even feel it!" I laughed to myself. Pretty soon my cock was rock hard.
I slid closer to my lifeless body and gathered my tits in my hands. Placing their heft on my old waist, I wrapped them around my cock. They smothered it and absolutely dwarfed it in size. I started to pump up and down before my cock quickly erupted.
"Jeez. Am I that much of a lightweight?" I said to myself as I wiped the cum off with a towel. "Need to work on that. I didn't even get to ride myself! Well, gotta leave myself something to look forward to."
Catching my eye again in the full-length mirror in the closet was myself. I leaned closer.
Behind those deep, dark brown eyes, I knew, was me. So different from my old body, which was a pimply virgin loser. In this body, I would command attention and respect from everyone around me. "Danielle, let's take your life for a spin."
I looked up at the rows of clothing behind me. Even though this was Darrell's house, most of the clothes were for Danielle, with only a tiny corner of the huge walk in closet left to him. Immediately, looking at the clothes brought up memories I didn't know I had. "Too dark, too old, makes my boobs look small... wait, what? How do I know this?" I said to myself. The modules! It seems that Darrell had left on the fashion module, which let me have all the knowledge I needed to dress Danielle like a champ. But even though I had the knowledge, it was me calling the shots.
"Let's wear something that shows off my huge new tits. I want it to cover them up, but show that these things are way too busty to hide."
I decided to throw on an athletic looking outfit. A white tank top and some short shorts. Even though the bra was meant to tame the jiggle of my massive knockers, Danielle's knowledge told me to double up with another sports bra underneath. Even then they bounced everywhere. I took some time just jiggling my tits around, enjoying having them on my chest.
Being out in public as Danielle was surreal. At the gym, I caught at least five guys staring in my direction as I did squats. One was even bold enough to come up and talk to me.
"Hey pretty lady. Having a good lift?" He asked.
Deciding to mess with him, I said: "Sorry pal, I've got a boyfriend. Sammy Fuller."
"That nerd from the high school? No chance. How much did he pay you to say that."
"Nothing. I actually find him super sexy. I love how he's so dominant. He's always in control of me."
After some fun time alone with my fingers in the women's locker room, I decided to head to the grocery store. I caught one older looking man looking at me while his wife was talking to him.
"Dale. Dale! Are you even listening to me right now!" She yelled. Her husband's eyes were fixed on the deep valley of my cleavage.
"Uh, oh yes! Sorry hon." he said. I looked at her and giggled. "You should really think about covering up more young lady."
"Sorry about your husband." I said mischeivously. "Just needed his help with something. Which melons do you think are bigger? These or mine?"
The older woman grabbed Dale's arm and stormed off. "No class these days." She said in a huff. Danielle's body was so intoxicating. It was like being a goddess. Guys would do positively anything to even have a chance at seeing me naked. Even though I was a shy nerd, I found myself being more and more confident, pushing the envelope in all my encounters.
Who knows how far I would push it at the modelling shoot. But for now, I had a date with my old cock back at home. And if that didn't work, the cucumber I had just bought would be sure to come in handy.
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