He awoke the next morning to sunlight streaming through the curtains and the sound of his mother bustling around the room. For a disorienting moment, he forgot where—and who—he was. Then reality crashed back as he felt the unfamiliar weight on his chest and the silky hair splayed across the pillow.
"Rise and shine, sleepyhead!" his mother chirped, pulling back the curtains fully, "Boat tour leaves in an hour!"
Ryan blinked, adjusting to the brightness. Beside him, Gemma was already sitting up, running her fingers through Ryan’s short hair.
"Morning," she mumbled.
"Bathroom's free if you want to shower, Gemma," his mother said.
Gemma stared daggers at Ryan, but he pretended not to notice.
“Okay, Mom!” Ryan slipped out of bed, feeling Gemma's gaze burning into his back as he gathered clothes from her suitcase.
He locked the door behind him and leaned against it, heart racing. A shower. He was going to shower in Gemma's body. This was it—his first real chance to explore it.
Slowly, he began to undress, letting the strawberry-patterned pajamas fall to the floor. He stood there, naked, drinking in the sight of Gemma's fifteen-year-old body. Ryan hesitated, feeling a surge of guilt as he looked at Gemma's body. She was so young—underage even. But then he remembered that, if she was fifteen, then so was he.
“It’s okay,” he reassured himself, “It’s 2014. I’m technically 15-year-old Gemma, so it’s fine. I can …touch myself.”
Her skin was smooth and unblemished, her curves soft and youthful. Ryan turned slowly, examining Gemma's reflection from different angles.
He stepped into the shower, letting the warm water cascade over Gemma's body. The sensation was different—water droplets tracing unfamiliar curves, skin more sensitive in places he'd never noticed before.
“Finally…” his hand moved down between his legs, where he felt Gemma’s folds.
He couldn't wait to experience a female orgasm, and there was nothing that could stop him now.
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