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I knocked on the door of my old house while waiting for the girl who inhabited my old body to answer.

"Why is she…he taking so long?"

I wondered nervously as I looked around, in my haste I only managed to take off my pink wig and grab a whatever green shirt that at least covered most of my torso, even though my lower body was exposed, with a pair of striped stockings and a black skirt that was just big enough to cover my ass, not that it was very big, in fact the whole of me was tiny, I sure as hell wasn't over 4'8 tall, which only made me still more vulnerable in that situation.

After a while the door finally opened and there she was, or him in this case, towering over me with his 6'5, despite everything he seemed nervous and shy, in a low voice my old body invited me in.

Inside he sat while I remained standing, trying my best to look intimidating but in the end just becoming even more harmless and cute.

"So ready to explain what you did?"

I asked irritated

"I didn't do anything I swear! I guarantee I'm as nervous as you are"

"Really? How did this happen then if you didn't do anything?"

"I don't know! At one point I was-"

he suddenly stopped

"Was?..."

I asked irritated, he shrugged as if he had nothing to lose and replied:

"Stalking your Instagram and... masturbating..."

"Ew! You weirdo!"

I screamed hearing this and imagining the scene and feeling strangely excited thinking about some pictures I had posted of my old body

"Sorry OK?"

"It doesn't matter now ok? Are you sure that's all you did?"

"Well... I might have said out loud that I wish I could put my hands on your body"

"Then it's your fault!"

I said while completely ignoring that I was also stalking her tiktok when the change happened.

"What now? Do you want everything to go back to normal soon or something"

"Do you really think it will work?"

"Got any better ideas?"

He shrugged again

"Okay... I wish things could go back to normal!"

We stood in silence, waiting for a while.

"I said..."

"Shut up ok?! This is all your fault! I can't live like a girl, no no no!"

I started repeating it in a spurt imagining how I would live like that, suddenly I felt a pair of arms wrap around me as I started to cry, I didn't need to look to know who it was, and in a way that was... cute? I felt that strong, raw body hugging me so gently, his muscles around my fragile body, his defined abdomen holding what little weight I now had, I allowed myself to melt in his arms and cry for a few minutes.

"I-I can help you if you want..."

He said stuttering

"Help with what?"

"With the adaptation... since it's my fault, the least I can do is help you with that"

I looked into his eyes with mine still teary, that gentle face even more beautiful than I remembered, those lips calling to me...

"I accept..."

I said quietly as I internally fought that feeling, was I really in love with my old body?

(This was a sequel from an older story, let me know what you want to happen after)

Description
I knocked on the door of my old house while waiting for the girl who inhabited my old body to answer.

"Why is she…he taking so long?"

I wondered nervously as I looked around, in my haste I only managed to take off my pink wig and grab a whatever green shirt that at least covered most of my torso, even though my lower body was exposed, with a pair of striped stockings and a black skirt that was just big enough to cover my ass, not that it was very big, in fact the whole of me was tiny, I sure as hell wasn't over 4'8 tall, which only made me still more vulnerable in that situation.

After a while the door finally opened and there she was, or him in this case, towering over me with his 6'5, despite everything he seemed nervous and shy, in a low voice my old body invited me in.

Inside he sat while I remained standing, trying my best to look intimidating but in the end just becoming even more harmless and cute.

"So ready to explain what you did?"

I asked irritated

"I didn't do anything I swear! I guarantee I'm as nervous as you are"

"Really? How did this happen then if you didn't do anything?"

"I don't know! At one point I was-"

he suddenly stopped

"Was?..."

I asked irritated, he shrugged as if he had nothing to lose and replied:

"Stalking your Instagram and... masturbating..."

"Ew! You weirdo!"

I screamed hearing this and imagining the scene and feeling strangely excited thinking about some pictures I had posted of my old body

"Sorry OK?"

"It doesn't matter now ok? Are you sure that's all you did?"

"Well... I might have said out loud that I wish I could put my hands on your body"

"Then it's your fault!"

I said while completely ignoring that I was also stalking her tiktok when the change happened.

"What now? Do you want everything to go back to normal soon or something"

"Do you really think it will work?"

"Got any better ideas?"

He shrugged again

"Okay... I wish things could go back to normal!"

We stood in silence, waiting for a while.

"I said..."

"Shut up ok?! This is all your fault! I can't live like a girl, no no no!"

I started repeating it in a spurt imagining how I would live like that, suddenly I felt a pair of arms wrap around me as I started to cry, I didn't need to look to know who it was, and in a way that was... cute? I felt that strong, raw body hugging me so gently, his muscles around my fragile body, his defined abdomen holding what little weight I now had, I allowed myself to melt in his arms and cry for a few minutes.

"I-I can help you if you want..."

He said stuttering

"Help with what?"

"With the adaptation... since it's my fault, the least I can do is help you with that"

I looked into his eyes with mine still teary, that gentle face even more beautiful than I remembered, those lips calling to me...

"I accept..."

I said quietly as I internally fought that feeling, was I really in love with my old body?

(This was a sequel from an older story, let me know what you want to happen after)