"Anyone, really. Just so long as they've got curves," Ethan answered my question of who he wanted me to be. "I like a matured woman. But not too matured." He was grinning, enjoying making me decide on my own.
I lay there on top of him for a moment thinking who in my arsenal I could be that had the curves he was looking for yet the innocence I sensed he craved. It only took a moment before I shifted into a girl I had met not too long ago, actually. She grew up in the countryside and was very sheltered from anything and everything.
My hair changed to a light, sun-kissed blonde, and my skin turned fair white. My height shortened, and I thickened around the hips. My boobs pushed out into a lovely size DD. Her body was toned from all the work on the farm, yet her curves could make any man look her way.
"How's this?" I asked him, my voice was quiet and sounded almost graceful. She was a sweet, innocent seventeen year old girl who lived to please everyone else. "Does this turn you on?" The words sounded foreign coming out of her mouth.
I reached out for Ethan, my hands running from his chest to his belly button before they dipped lower and grabbed him. My hand worked their magic, and I knew the smoothness of my hands were a magic all their own. I didn't know many people who had skin as smooth as this girls.
"She's the daughter of a rich farmer's daughter. Innocent in the ways of the world. Still learning the ropes," I told Ethan. "So, you might have to show her a thing or two," I teased as I brought him into my mouth. Using my tongue and a little teeth, I moaned into him.
Stopping, I looked up at Ethan, wondering what he was thinking and wanted. Was this the right body to have chosen?
