The Russian Chick
Yulia, er, Lena quickly rolled off the bed followed by Ivan who in his new female body nearly tripped because he was not used to the smaller feet. The best they could, they quickly wrapped themselves in a couple of robes and quickly scoping over the hall to see there were no paparazzi around, they skipped to Ivan's room. They punched on the door until a fragile masculine voice answered back.
"Who is it?"
"Lena, we know it's you." Yulia said.
Ivan answered in what Lena swore was her own voice. "Oh thank god!" Ivan quickly opened the door, wearing nothing both a pair of blue boxers and dark socks to match.
Lena immediately squeaked and put her hands over her face in the way in which the smaller brunette would have done in an attack of shyness. Ivan brought his hand up to his face in embarrasment while Yulia started checking out the taller man.
"I never knew dark socks looked so bad on me."
"Shut up and come inside!" Ivan said, pulling them both inside.
"What are we going to do?" The taller man pondered. Lena had gone gone from a slight freak out to a full blown blush so Ivan decided to cover himself while Yulia plopped on the bed, tired of this strange and sudden shift of bodies...
"Who is it?"
"Lena, we know it's you." Yulia said.
Ivan answered in what Lena swore was her own voice. "Oh thank god!" Ivan quickly opened the door, wearing nothing both a pair of blue boxers and dark socks to match.
Lena immediately squeaked and put her hands over her face in the way in which the smaller brunette would have done in an attack of shyness. Ivan brought his hand up to his face in embarrasment while Yulia started checking out the taller man.
"I never knew dark socks looked so bad on me."
"Shut up and come inside!" Ivan said, pulling them both inside.
"What are we going to do?" The taller man pondered. Lena had gone gone from a slight freak out to a full blown blush so Ivan decided to cover himself while Yulia plopped on the bed, tired of this strange and sudden shift of bodies...