Dress Up

The music at the party blared out across the house. People in all manner of costumes danced along, laughing and drinking. As Matt looked at them all, he couldn’t help but think his friends were right; maybe he should have come in costume. 

Everyone seemed to have put in the effort. It was the usual mix of slutty cats, hunky pilots, doctors and nurses. Sophia, the host, had been particularly clear in her invite - get dressed up or don’t come. For the uptight Matt, the thought of putting on some silly costume just seemed too much. 

He’d been drinking on the terrace when Sophia had spotted him. She forced a smile, before walking over. Matt could only wonder what she’d say.

“So what have you come as?”

“Oh ha… yeah. Sorry. I’m not really the dressing up sort. I’d feel stupid.”

Sophia, stood as she was in her fire fighters outfit, raised an eyebrow. Matt couldn’t help but quickly glance down at her boobs, which seemed to be barely contained in the PVC bra she was wearing.

“Oh so am I stupid for dressing up?”

“Oh no! That’s not what I…”

“I’m messing with you. Why don’t you come and dance? I don’t want you ruining the vibe.”

Now, as much as Matt hated the idea of dressing up, he equally hated the idea of dancing. The thought of everyone watching him awkwardly bopping to the music filled him with dread. Yet as he looked into Sophia’s eyes, he felt compelled to take her hand and follow her. He found himself in the middle of the floor, dancing with Sophia. With the music so loud, she wrapped her arms around Matt, and pulled up to get closer to his ear.

 

“See! This is fun. You’re loving it aren’t you? Just copy what I do.”

Rather than the angst and embarrassment that Matt thought he’d feel, he found himself expertly mimicking Sophia. It was as though he’d always loved dancing. There was something in her voice and eyes that just seemed so reassuring.

Sophia bit her lip, before bending her knees and dropping her ass close to the floor. People watched on in amazement as Matt too parted his scrawny legs and performed the perfect slut drop. Amongst the cheers, he rose up. As the pair both laughed, two small thoughts came into his head. The first was simple; why on Earth had he just done that? He hated attention. The second was more odd: Matt could have  sworn that Sophia was now the same heigh as him. As he gazed into Sophia’s eyes, the doubt soon wore off. 

They continued to dance. Soon Sophia had Matt turned around and pulled him close, gyrating against him. Matt could feel every contour of her body pressed into his. He felt her hands grab his ass as she lent in once more to his ear. 

“Damn. Your booty feels peachy tonight.”

As they continued to dance, Matt could swear it felt as though Sophia’s hands were clasping onto more and more flesh. He could feel the pressure of his swelling rear pushing on his jeans. Sophia’s hands wondered up to Matt’s chest. Already aroused from her exploration of his body, he held his breath as her hands teased his now pert nipples. As Sophia’s fingers delicately played with them them, and as as their bodies moved to the rhythm of the music, she whispered once more.

“Mmm they’re almost the same size as mine. Just a little bigger. That leotard barely holds them in.”

Matt’s hands reached up to clasp his expanding boobs. As his jeans and top merged into place, gliding over his skin as it changed to PVC, the air hit his beautiful thighs. Confusion washed over him, yet he remained dancing. Sophia had said exactly what he was, and despite the niggling feeling in the back of his head, it felt right. 

As she ran her fingers over his face and hair,  they too began to change; Matt’s hair grew longer as Sophia caressed his locks. As she told him how much he looked like her, he could feel every feature on his face tingle.

Sophia turned Matt around, grinning as she looked at him. 

“I’m so glad we agreed to get matching outfits Gemma!”

“Why did you call me that? You know my name is… um… wait…”

“Oh silly you! Are you drunk already? Slow down GIRL! You said you were on the hunt for a guy tonight right?”

The niggling feeling that Matt had still remained. Gemma felt like the right name…and yet it didn’t. What’s more, the bulge he had pressing against his leotard was getting smaller and smaller. It felt like something he should care about; yet he didn’t. Instead, Gemma looked back at her friend and bit her lip.

“You’re totally right! It’s your party! Come set me up with someone!”

Sophia grinned back. Matt might have been hard work, but Gemma was about to have the best party of her life.