Hunting for Sweaters


Zach was a bit drunk from the party last night. He couldn't remember much of what happened, especially towards the end of the night. Something about brains and musical chairs. Did two people make a deal? He got up to pee, his mind still foggy. As he pushed open the bathroom door, he caught a young woman by surprise, completely unaware of his own nudity.

"Oh my god!" Arthur screamed from Vanessa's body. He quickly grabbed a towel to cover himself. Only a tiny bra and a thin pair of panties separated his womanhood from the large, muscular man standing in front of him. "Zach, what is wrong with you?" He threw a hand up in disbelief while letting out an exasperated sigh.

"Oh... sorry I.... I needed to..." Zach covered his penis and looked away from his friend's horrified stare, remembering who that really was. Even so, he couldn't organize his thoughts out loud very well.

"I'm a girl now," Arthur tried to calmly explain. "That means I need a private space to change away from the guys. So please, knock next time."

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