Body Swap
Title: Body Swap
Genre: Smut
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Chansung/Junho, Junho/ot6, Junho/Wooyoung
Summary: Junho wakes up to suddenly find himself... Without his manly parts.
Note: ....Straight smut.... Until I can write better straight smut, this is what you get...
Disclaimer: I do not own 2PM.
Junho rubbed his eyes, stretching his body out on the bed as he decided to get up. He was still tired from that nights crazy karaoke and random Japanese sushi bar. He couldn't even remember what happened that night. Junho swung his feet over the edge of the bed, blinking sleepily before opening his eyes fully. He itched his chest, stopping suddenly and looking down.
The high-pitched scream the whole villa heard had the members of 2PM all racing towards Junho's room, “What's the matter Junho?!” Taecyeon shouted, throwing open the door. He raised a brow, looking at the form on the bed, “I'm sorry, how did you get in here?”
The other four boys of 2PM tripped in after Taecyeon, their eyes wide as they stared at the female sitting on Junho's bed. Her bottom lip was stuck out in a pout as she held fear in her eyes. Nichkhun swallowed, his eyes following down the slender form to two large breasts that were obviously braless. He gnawed on his lip, eyes locked with the two perk nipples that poked underneath the shirt.
Chansung's eyes moved up and down the small girl's legs, tanned and flushed under boxers shorts.
“Hyung!” the girl cried, running at Taecyeon and wrapping her arms around him.
Taecyeon blushed, feeling her chest rub against his own, “W-who are you?”
“It's me! Junho!”
You could hear a pin drop from anywhere in the villa at that moment as the whole room started at the small girl. “That's not funny,” Wooyoung said, stepping out from around the tall boy.
“Look at me! Do I look like I'm trying to be funny?! It's me!” Junho flinched as Chansung came towards her, narrowing his eyes as he scanned her face.
The tall boy had to agree, those tiny eyes were definitely Junho's. He saw the small dented line in the small girl's bottom lip, definitely Junho's. Chansung blinked, slowly leaning to look behind before nodding his head, “There's no doubt about it, that's definitely Junho's ass.”
Junho wanted to kick the younger boy and it was probably the only time she was actually thankful for the large attention-grabber. “You seem so positive,” Nichkhun said, looking Junho up and down.
“You'd think you'd know me well enough by now to see the physical similarities, hyung,” Junho frowned.
“Sorry, but I never pictured you as a girl before,” Nichkhun retorted.
“It's Junho,” Junsu said, coming to stand next to the younger girl.
“And you're 100% sure?” Nichkhun crossed his arms over his chest.
“Yes,” the oldest boy took another look at Junho, “I am.”
“Well.. You two are the closet to Junho... I'll believe you... Despite these really weird circumstances,” Taecyeon nodded his head.
“There's no way,” the Thai shook his head.
“Hyung, what choice do we have?” Wooyoung patted the older boy's shoulder.
Junho shuddered, catching their attention, “I think I'm going to go shower... No one walk in!” she added, remembering their lazy boyish habits of freely walking in on one another without shame.
The boys fidgeted as they sat in the living room, “Who is going to tell hyung?” Wooyoung asked.
“Not me...”
“Well someone has to...” Chansung pulled on the loose strings of the couch.
“He'll wonder why he believe it's actually Junho...” Nichkhun shook his head, “I mean, she could be some fangirl who looks like Junho who has, in reality, kidnapped him and hid him somewhere.”
“What'll it take for you to believe him?” Junsu lightly booted the younger boy.
“I don't know... I'm just not fully convinced.”
They heard the sound of feet dragging down the hall before Junho appeared, her arms wrapped around her chest. The small girl looked down, feeling embarrassed.
“Come over here Junho,” Taecyeon said softly, as if speaking too loudly would scare the poor girl.
She walked over to the group of boys, sitting down the couch and making her body small. They stared at Junho, suddenly noticing the masculine curves had now turned more feminine as her body became perfect to the fantasy world. They knew that even Junho had body flaws but they did not seem to show now. She brought his knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around her legs.
“Hey! We have to get to the practise room and...” Minjae's voice trailed off as he noticed the girl sitting on the couch, surround by his boys, “Uh... Excuse me.” Junho looked up at him with deep sadness in her eyes, “Junho, quit fooling around, get dressed properly.”
The five boys looked at one another in shock, “You know that's Junho, hyung?” Nichkhun asked, getting to his feet.
“Of course I do, now like I said, get rea-” the Thai pulled Junho to her feet, exposing her female body to the manager. “What is this?”
“This is Junho.”
“No,” Minjae shook his head, “Those look real...” his eyes travelled along Junho's body, “Those curves...”
“It's all real... That's Junho,” Taecyeon said, standing next to the small girl. “You said it yourself hyung, you said you knew that it was him... There's no mistaking it now,” he said, looking at Nichkhun.
“Fine! I'll believe it.”
“What are we going to do?” Junho swallowed, playing with the hem of her shirt.
“Go shopping.” Five boys and a girl looked up at their manager, “There's no way you can walk around without proper... Undergarments.”
“D-do I have to?” Junho whined.
“Yes. You can't go around with your... Breasts like that... Not to mention...” Minjae looked at his boys, “Maybe you shouldn't stay here either.”
“Wait hyung,” Junsu got up from the couch, “We're not wild beasts... Okay we are but, we know self-control. Not to mention, this is Junho... He's one of us... That's not right.”
“Right or not, it doesn't excuse the fact that he's now female and you boys still are attracted to them. He's got pretty big assets too.” Minjae grabbed the small boy's wrist, “You boys stay here, I'm going to take Junho shopping.”
“Why can't we all go?”
“You're joking right?” their manager asked, “One, five boys from Korea's top idol group seen with an unknown girl could put a lot of people in trouble. Two, we're going shopping for undergarments, how would that look on you guys?”
Taecyeon bit his lip, “I guess that's true.”
“All of you stay here.”
“Hyung, this is really embarrassing,” Junho blushed, staring at the wide variety of bras before her. Some were in bright colours while others were almost as big as her head.
“How do you think I feel?... I don't even know your size.”
“Can I help you with something?” a female asked.
“Um,” Minjae blushed, adjusting his collar, “We're looking for a bra for hi-er I mean her.”
The girl smiled, “Okay what size?”
“Actually... We don't know.”
“You don't... Know?”
“I-I've always gotten hand-me-downs so by the time I get them, the size is rubbed off,” Junho smiled nervously.
“Oh! Well then let's have you fitted.”
The two looked at one another before following after the girl. “Come with me in here,” she said, opening a curtain to a small change-room. “Lift your arms please,” she smiled, before wrapping a measuring tape around Junho's breasts. “Okay, I'll be right back.”
Minjae waited until the employee left before sticking his head behind the curtain, “Well?”
The small girl shrugged. The employee handed Junho a bra, telling her to try it on. She had difficulty trying to hook up the back and after several tries, she succeeded. She pulled the cups over his breasts, looking at herself in the mirror. Junho blinked, looking at her body for once since the day had started. “Wow,” she whispered, not believing how perfect she looked.
“How did it turn out?” the female popped her head it, “Oh wow, it fits great!” She came in, lightly tugging and running her finger under the band under Junho's breast, “Not to tight, perfect.” She smiled, “Okay, since I know you didn't come in with on one, you can wear it out.” She ripped off the tag, “Just follow me to the cash register when you're done.”
“What size is it?” Minjae asked once the girl left.
“I don't know, what does it say on the tag?” The manager paused as he gawked at Junho's body, seeing it for the first time and making the small girl blush, “H-hyung.”
“Sorry...” Minjae pulled on the tag, “36C... Well they are kind of big...”
Junho swallowed, grabbing her shirt and pulling it over her head.
“You need underwear too... You can't wear boxers all the time.”
“My briefs?”
“Those aren't very feminine,” the manager frowned.
“Who's going to see them?”
Minjae sighed, pulling Junho around to the panties. “These are... Too sexy,” he said, staring at a certain a very small patch of material.
“It's a thong, hyung.”
“You don't need one.”
After another hour of trying not to touch yet look through numerous pairs of panties, they finally picked out a few pairs before quickly moving out of the store.
“You guys took a long time.”
“It turned out to be a lot harder than you'd think,” Minjae sighed, leaning against the wall, “Regardless of whether Junho is a girl or not, you should still practise.”
“Hyung, are you serious?” Junho asked.
“How does your female form change your ability? You can still dance, it's not like I'm asking you to sing. You guys still need to keep your dancing up to par.”
The group sighed, following their manager out to their van. “Shouldn't be that hard right?” Wooyoung asked.
“No, as long as Junho keeps his shirt on,” Chansung frowned, knowing how they all would eventually start stripping during a strenuous workout.
Junho slowly followed the boys into the practise room, feeling Namyoung's eyes piercing her with daggers. “Uh,” the dancer instructor said, looking the small girl up and down.
“Please don't say anything,” Junho frowned, “This is hard enough on me as it is.”
“I won't... I just can't believe it.” Namyoung stepped to the front of the room as the boys stretched and warmed up.
About 15 minutes into their dance routine, Taecyeon swiped his hand over Junho's ass and suddenly pulled it back, almost hitting Junsu in the face. The smaller boy leaned back, just barely dodging the large hand, “Whoa!”
“Sorry...” the tall boy apologized.
“What was that all about?” Namyoung asked.
“I-I...” Taecyeon looked at his hand before Junho's ass, “I can't...”
The dancer instructor sighed, “Fine, let's continue.”
Taecyeon found it best to completely avoid touching Junho as they practised. At times, he seemed to forget until he was softly reminded by the plush feel of the small girl's body. He would quickly draw back his hand and blush madly. He thought they were doing good until Junho suddenly yelped when Chansung grabbed her chest.
“What now?!” Namyoung shouted, starting to get frustrated, or he either was already and he was hiding it well; Taecyeon couldn't tell which.
“I'm sorry!” Chansung yelled, “I didn't mean to! I g-grabbed her chest!”
Namyoung sighed, rubbing his head, “You know what? This isn't working... Forget about practise today... Forget about it until you boys can deal with this. We aren't getting anywhere,” he said before walking out of the room.
Junho wasn't sure whose side she wanted to be on. She wanted to practise, she wanted to be perfect but at the same time the groping was more noticeable. She pulled at the collar of his shirt, realizing just how much touching the group actually did. Why was it okay as a male? There was some pretty indecent touching going on.
“Hit the showers!” Namyoung shouted as he passed by the room.
Junho swallowed hard, looking at the rest of the group, “I can't...” she whispered.
“Come with us then,” Junsu said.
“How? I think guys would notice me.”
Junho grabbed the large sweatshirt that Taecyeon had given her as they passed by the security guard at the front of the boy's change-room. She hid his face in the hood as the members around her quickly shoved her in.
“Coast is clear,” Wooyoung said, looking around the room.
“We don't know how much time we have, so let's hurry,” Taecyeon quickened his pace.
Junho pulled her pants off her hips, wiggling out of them and stepping out of the legs. She begged the manager to get boycut shorts and she was happy to wear them, not being any different than her briefs. She was about to lift her shirt over her head when she glanced at the other members. Nichkhun quickly looked away before pulling his shirt off. Junho grabbed a towel, wrapping it around her chest before stripping off her shirt.
She quickly unhooked the bra, throwing it into the locker and making her way towards the shower. She felt awkward to have the towel wrapped around upper half, covering most of her body. Junho pulled off the towel, placing it on a hook before closing the curtain to the shower stall. She gasped when Chansung stepped into the stall next to her, “What are you doing?!”
“What?” the tall boy chuckled, “I'm not going to look.”
“These stalls need to be taller,” Junho mumbled, trying to hide her upper body from the younger boy's spying eyes.
She grabbed the soap, quickly lathering up her body. This would have been completely awkward for her if she hadn't showered earlier. She had taken that first time to explore her body, shyly of course. Her new body was still a little strange, a little softer and a little more curvier than her real one. She ran her fingers over her stomach, smoothing the soap there before moving down her legs.
“Well look who it is!” Seulong called out, stepping into the room.
Junho's eyes widened, as did the rest of the 2PM members. Without warning, Chansung and Taecyeon were suddenly in the shower with Junho. “W-what are you doing?” the small girl hissed.
“Protecting you,” Taecyeon whispered.
“Why do two of you have to be in here?” Junho squeaked when the two tall boys pressed her into the wall.
“Hey... What are you two doing?” Seulong raised a brow, peeking in on the tall boys.
“Washing each other's backs,” Chansung smiled nervously, rubbing his hands over Taecyeon's back.
“There's not even soap in your hands Chansung,” the 2AM member raised both brows, “Ah whatever, you guys are weird.”
Taecyeon swallowed hard, feeling the soft press of large, round, soapy breasts press again his back. Junho moved slightly, rubbing her chest against the tall boy and making him hold his breath. “Hyung,” Junho whispered, almost sending the older boy off the edge, “Let me out.”
“Y-you're still soapy,” Taecyeon whispered back.
“Well I can't shower with you two so close.”
“Do it anyways.”
Junho sighed, pushing the tall boys back slightly. She quickly rubbed down her body as water streamed over her. She accidentally elbowed Chansung, making the younger boy turn around. Chansung kept his eyes on the full breasts that were exposed perfectly to him. He let out a shuddered breath as the small girl rubbed her hands over them to rid them of the last bit of soap.
Chansung's hands suddenly shot out as he wrapped his arms around Junho and started to massage the soft mounds. The older girl yelped, drawing attention to them. “Chansung! Stop!” Taecyeon hissed, trying not to look back because he knew it would be his end.
“They're so soft,” the maknae whispered, squeezing Junho's flesh. His fingers found the hard pebbles on the small girl's chest and he rolled them between his fingers as Junho let out a small gasp.
“Chansung!” Taecyeon elbowed the tall boy roughly, causing him to bump into Junho as they both hit the wall.
The small girl gasped even louder, feeling the tall boy's length rub against her butt. “Chansung-ah!”
“S-sorry!”
Junho quickly threw off the tall boy before running out of the shower. “Was that a girl?” Seulong asked, leaning against the wall of the shower stall. Taecyeon glared at the maknae before stepping out of the shower.
Chansung couldn't get rid of the blush that reddened his face, staying evident for hours. None of them had bothered to tell Minjae what had happened because in all reality, they didn't want Junho to leave the dorm.
“Pervert!” Junho shouted, throwing another pillow at Chansung. The tall boy was starting to run out of places to hide and he was thankful that Junho was running out of pillows, until she entered the kitchen, “I'll kill you!”
“Wait Junho! What would you have done?!” Chansung held his hands out.
“I never would've touched!” the small girl blushed.
“What happened?” Junsu asked with Wooyoung standing next to him.
“He touched me!” Junho shouted, throwing her last pillow and hitting the maknae square in the forehead.
“Touched you? Touched you how?” Wooyoung raised a brow.
The small girl suddenly covered her chest and her blush deepened, “H-he played with me... He was enjoying it too! His dick rubbed against my butt!”
Nichkhun blinked, he was pretty sure he had never heard a girl use that word. “That was pretty dirty Chansung,” he crossed his arms over his chest.
“Why are you all siding with her, I mean him... Ugh whatever! You were all thinking about it!”
“At least we didn't touch him!”
Junho swallowed, hugging herself tighter, “Y-you all think about it?”
Junsu sighed, walking towards the small girl, “Junho, you're a pretty... Well rounded girl, in all aspects... Your body is... Perfect... How could we not?”
“I-I'm going to bed,” the small girl said, quickly walking to her room.
“This is bad,” Taecyeon sighed, rubbing his forehead as he plopped down on the couch. No one seemed to notice that one boy was missing.
Junho stripped off er pants, picking them up and folding them neatly. She grabbed the hem of her shirt, about to lift it over her head when the sound of her door caught her attention. She turned her head, “Wooyoung?”
The older boy was pressed against the door, looking at him with big eyes.
“What's the matter?”
“Junho...”
The small girl dropped her shirt, walking over to Wooyoung, “Are you okay?” she saw the blush on the taller boy's face as he kept his eyes away.
“I'm sorry Junho.”
“What? What fo-” she yelped when Wooyoung suddenly pinned her against the door, “W-Wooyoung!”
“Shh, it'll be alright Junho... I just want... I just want to touch you.”
Junho shuddered, dragging her fingers against the wood as the older boy's voice tickled her neck, “Wooyoung don't... Please.” She gasped when Wooyoung's fingers travelled under her shirt, running up her skin and over the top of her breasts. Junho winched when the tall boy squeezed her, “O-ow...”
“Sorry,” Wooyoung whispered.
She felt the older boy slowly start to grind into her ass, causing Junho to close her eyes tight. Wooyoung slipped his hands into her bra, grasping her chest softly and massaging, “A-ah hyung...”
“Mm, that sounds good Junho...”
The small girl shivered, panting softly against the door as Wooyoung groped her. Her fists tightened when the older boy slid his hand into her panties, “W-wait!”
“I can't Junho... I want to feel you so bad.”
Junho moaned softly as the tall boy moved his fingers against her opening. She hadn't even experienced this sort of thing yet on her own and everything was new to her.
“Damn Junho, you're so wet...”
She slowly pressed her hips away from the door as Wooyoung pressing a finger between her folds. Junho bit her lip, trying to hold back her moan as the tall boy rubbed her. Her hips slowly rocked against his fingers, growing even more wet between her legs, “W-Wooyoung...”
“How does it feel Junho?”
“Feels good,” the small girl panted. She didn't even notice as the older boy pulled her panties farther down her hips until Wooyoung spread her legs, “W-what are you doing?”
“Relax,” Wooyoung whispered.
Junho gasped, feeling something hard nudge her wetness, “Wait... I don't think-”
“Shh, it'll feel good I promise.”
The small girl gnawed on her lip, wondering how Wooyoung could tell her such a thing when he had not experienced this type of thing before. She gasped, digging her nails into the door as Wooyoung pushed inside her, “It hurts,” she cried softly.
The older boy grunted, feeling the tight wetness surround him, squeezing him hard and trying to resist him to move any deeper, “Junho please, relax...”
Junho took a deep breath, exhaling slowly and feeling the tall boy thrust in suddenly. A tear rolled down her cheek as Wooyoung remained still once fully inside her.
“I'm sorry,” he whispered, “It'll only hurt for a bit. I'll make you feel better, I promise.”
Another empty promise, Junho thought as the tall boy pulled his hips back. She felt as if she was being slowly ripped apart as Wooyoung slid his thick cock into her. They always used to laugh at one another's size and now Junho was wishing that the older boy had been the smallest of them all. It was always something Wooyoung was proud of.
Junho cringed as the tall boy jerked his hips forward, starting to move at a quicker pace. She whimpered, the sound of their juices mixing as Wooyoung thrust into her was filling her ears. The older boy's hips twitched, causing Junho to suddenly arch her back, “A-again...” she begged softly, “Do it again.”
Wooyoung complied, rolling his hips into hers as he drove his cock into her. He felt her walls clamp down around him as she grew wetter, the feeling driving him insane. He closed his eyes, his senses heightening and allowing him to enjoy the wet heat.
“More,” Junho moaned.
Wooyoung smirked, pounding into the small girl and pushing her into the door. His hand slipped around her hip, rubbing the sensitive nub there and loving how she tightened even more. Junho rocked her hips, forcing the older boy to move faster, “Oh god Junho, I'm going to cum,” Wooyoung moaned.
Junho bit her lip, feeling sweat drip down her face. “Wooyoung-ah, please cum. Let's do it together.”
The tall boy groaned, bucking his hips forward and filling the small girl with his hot cum. Junho gasped, arching on her toes as she felt the thick seed cover her insides. Wooyoung pinched her sensitive nub, driving her over the edge as she clamped down on his cock.
They fell against the door, panting hard as the older boy's hips twitched. “I don't think...” Wooyoung tried to catch his breath, “I don't think I've ever came that hard before.”
Junho blushed, “Stupid... Don't tell me that.” He cringed when Wooyoung pulled out of her, feeling their sticky mess leak from her hole.
Her body suddenly trembled as Junho felt pain everywhere. “Junho? Junho what's the matter?” Wooyoung asked as the small girl fell onto the floor, “Junho!”
The small body twitched before Junho suddenly stretched out, making the older boy gasp. Junho slowly sat up, touching her body but the pain was suddenly gone. His eyes widened, “I'm me again!”
Wooyoung smiled, “You're back to normal!”
Junho suddenly cringed as he stood up, making the tall boy tilt his head, “Your cum is in my ass.”
Wooyoung blushed, hiding his face. He inhaled sharply when Junho pressed him against the door, “Thank you hyung... I'm not sure how it happened but...”
The older boy looked into Junho's face, from his eyes to his lips, “You know Junho... I think you being female was just an excuse.”
“What?”
Wooyoung suddenly pinned the smaller boy against the door again, “I liked you before you were female.”
Junho gasped at the older boy pressed his lips to his own.
Genre: Smut
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Chansung/Junho, Junho/ot6, Junho/Wooyoung
Summary: Junho wakes up to suddenly find himself... Without his manly parts.
Note: ....Straight smut.... Until I can write better straight smut, this is what you get...
Disclaimer: I do not own 2PM.
Junho rubbed his eyes, stretching his body out on the bed as he decided to get up. He was still tired from that nights crazy karaoke and random Japanese sushi bar. He couldn't even remember what happened that night. Junho swung his feet over the edge of the bed, blinking sleepily before opening his eyes fully. He itched his chest, stopping suddenly and looking down.
The high-pitched scream the whole villa heard had the members of 2PM all racing towards Junho's room, “What's the matter Junho?!” Taecyeon shouted, throwing open the door. He raised a brow, looking at the form on the bed, “I'm sorry, how did you get in here?”
The other four boys of 2PM tripped in after Taecyeon, their eyes wide as they stared at the female sitting on Junho's bed. Her bottom lip was stuck out in a pout as she held fear in her eyes. Nichkhun swallowed, his eyes following down the slender form to two large breasts that were obviously braless. He gnawed on his lip, eyes locked with the two perk nipples that poked underneath the shirt.
Chansung's eyes moved up and down the small girl's legs, tanned and flushed under boxers shorts.
“Hyung!” the girl cried, running at Taecyeon and wrapping her arms around him.
Taecyeon blushed, feeling her chest rub against his own, “W-who are you?”
“It's me! Junho!”
You could hear a pin drop from anywhere in the villa at that moment as the whole room started at the small girl. “That's not funny,” Wooyoung said, stepping out from around the tall boy.
“Look at me! Do I look like I'm trying to be funny?! It's me!” Junho flinched as Chansung came towards her, narrowing his eyes as he scanned her face.
The tall boy had to agree, those tiny eyes were definitely Junho's. He saw the small dented line in the small girl's bottom lip, definitely Junho's. Chansung blinked, slowly leaning to look behind before nodding his head, “There's no doubt about it, that's definitely Junho's ass.”
Junho wanted to kick the younger boy and it was probably the only time she was actually thankful for the large attention-grabber. “You seem so positive,” Nichkhun said, looking Junho up and down.
“You'd think you'd know me well enough by now to see the physical similarities, hyung,” Junho frowned.
“Sorry, but I never pictured you as a girl before,” Nichkhun retorted.
“It's Junho,” Junsu said, coming to stand next to the younger girl.
“And you're 100% sure?” Nichkhun crossed his arms over his chest.
“Yes,” the oldest boy took another look at Junho, “I am.”
“Well.. You two are the closet to Junho... I'll believe you... Despite these really weird circumstances,” Taecyeon nodded his head.
“There's no way,” the Thai shook his head.
“Hyung, what choice do we have?” Wooyoung patted the older boy's shoulder.
Junho shuddered, catching their attention, “I think I'm going to go shower... No one walk in!” she added, remembering their lazy boyish habits of freely walking in on one another without shame.
The boys fidgeted as they sat in the living room, “Who is going to tell hyung?” Wooyoung asked.
“Not me...”
“Well someone has to...” Chansung pulled on the loose strings of the couch.
“He'll wonder why he believe it's actually Junho...” Nichkhun shook his head, “I mean, she could be some fangirl who looks like Junho who has, in reality, kidnapped him and hid him somewhere.”
“What'll it take for you to believe him?” Junsu lightly booted the younger boy.
“I don't know... I'm just not fully convinced.”
They heard the sound of feet dragging down the hall before Junho appeared, her arms wrapped around her chest. The small girl looked down, feeling embarrassed.
“Come over here Junho,” Taecyeon said softly, as if speaking too loudly would scare the poor girl.
She walked over to the group of boys, sitting down the couch and making her body small. They stared at Junho, suddenly noticing the masculine curves had now turned more feminine as her body became perfect to the fantasy world. They knew that even Junho had body flaws but they did not seem to show now. She brought his knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around her legs.
“Hey! We have to get to the practise room and...” Minjae's voice trailed off as he noticed the girl sitting on the couch, surround by his boys, “Uh... Excuse me.” Junho looked up at him with deep sadness in her eyes, “Junho, quit fooling around, get dressed properly.”
The five boys looked at one another in shock, “You know that's Junho, hyung?” Nichkhun asked, getting to his feet.
“Of course I do, now like I said, get rea-” the Thai pulled Junho to her feet, exposing her female body to the manager. “What is this?”
“This is Junho.”
“No,” Minjae shook his head, “Those look real...” his eyes travelled along Junho's body, “Those curves...”
“It's all real... That's Junho,” Taecyeon said, standing next to the small girl. “You said it yourself hyung, you said you knew that it was him... There's no mistaking it now,” he said, looking at Nichkhun.
“Fine! I'll believe it.”
“What are we going to do?” Junho swallowed, playing with the hem of her shirt.
“Go shopping.” Five boys and a girl looked up at their manager, “There's no way you can walk around without proper... Undergarments.”
“D-do I have to?” Junho whined.
“Yes. You can't go around with your... Breasts like that... Not to mention...” Minjae looked at his boys, “Maybe you shouldn't stay here either.”
“Wait hyung,” Junsu got up from the couch, “We're not wild beasts... Okay we are but, we know self-control. Not to mention, this is Junho... He's one of us... That's not right.”
“Right or not, it doesn't excuse the fact that he's now female and you boys still are attracted to them. He's got pretty big assets too.” Minjae grabbed the small boy's wrist, “You boys stay here, I'm going to take Junho shopping.”
“Why can't we all go?”
“You're joking right?” their manager asked, “One, five boys from Korea's top idol group seen with an unknown girl could put a lot of people in trouble. Two, we're going shopping for undergarments, how would that look on you guys?”
Taecyeon bit his lip, “I guess that's true.”
“All of you stay here.”
“Hyung, this is really embarrassing,” Junho blushed, staring at the wide variety of bras before her. Some were in bright colours while others were almost as big as her head.
“How do you think I feel?... I don't even know your size.”
“Can I help you with something?” a female asked.
“Um,” Minjae blushed, adjusting his collar, “We're looking for a bra for hi-er I mean her.”
The girl smiled, “Okay what size?”
“Actually... We don't know.”
“You don't... Know?”
“I-I've always gotten hand-me-downs so by the time I get them, the size is rubbed off,” Junho smiled nervously.
“Oh! Well then let's have you fitted.”
The two looked at one another before following after the girl. “Come with me in here,” she said, opening a curtain to a small change-room. “Lift your arms please,” she smiled, before wrapping a measuring tape around Junho's breasts. “Okay, I'll be right back.”
Minjae waited until the employee left before sticking his head behind the curtain, “Well?”
The small girl shrugged. The employee handed Junho a bra, telling her to try it on. She had difficulty trying to hook up the back and after several tries, she succeeded. She pulled the cups over his breasts, looking at herself in the mirror. Junho blinked, looking at her body for once since the day had started. “Wow,” she whispered, not believing how perfect she looked.
“How did it turn out?” the female popped her head it, “Oh wow, it fits great!” She came in, lightly tugging and running her finger under the band under Junho's breast, “Not to tight, perfect.” She smiled, “Okay, since I know you didn't come in with on one, you can wear it out.” She ripped off the tag, “Just follow me to the cash register when you're done.”
“What size is it?” Minjae asked once the girl left.
“I don't know, what does it say on the tag?” The manager paused as he gawked at Junho's body, seeing it for the first time and making the small girl blush, “H-hyung.”
“Sorry...” Minjae pulled on the tag, “36C... Well they are kind of big...”
Junho swallowed, grabbing her shirt and pulling it over her head.
“You need underwear too... You can't wear boxers all the time.”
“My briefs?”
“Those aren't very feminine,” the manager frowned.
“Who's going to see them?”
Minjae sighed, pulling Junho around to the panties. “These are... Too sexy,” he said, staring at a certain a very small patch of material.
“It's a thong, hyung.”
“You don't need one.”
After another hour of trying not to touch yet look through numerous pairs of panties, they finally picked out a few pairs before quickly moving out of the store.
“You guys took a long time.”
“It turned out to be a lot harder than you'd think,” Minjae sighed, leaning against the wall, “Regardless of whether Junho is a girl or not, you should still practise.”
“Hyung, are you serious?” Junho asked.
“How does your female form change your ability? You can still dance, it's not like I'm asking you to sing. You guys still need to keep your dancing up to par.”
The group sighed, following their manager out to their van. “Shouldn't be that hard right?” Wooyoung asked.
“No, as long as Junho keeps his shirt on,” Chansung frowned, knowing how they all would eventually start stripping during a strenuous workout.
Junho slowly followed the boys into the practise room, feeling Namyoung's eyes piercing her with daggers. “Uh,” the dancer instructor said, looking the small girl up and down.
“Please don't say anything,” Junho frowned, “This is hard enough on me as it is.”
“I won't... I just can't believe it.” Namyoung stepped to the front of the room as the boys stretched and warmed up.
About 15 minutes into their dance routine, Taecyeon swiped his hand over Junho's ass and suddenly pulled it back, almost hitting Junsu in the face. The smaller boy leaned back, just barely dodging the large hand, “Whoa!”
“Sorry...” the tall boy apologized.
“What was that all about?” Namyoung asked.
“I-I...” Taecyeon looked at his hand before Junho's ass, “I can't...”
The dancer instructor sighed, “Fine, let's continue.”
Taecyeon found it best to completely avoid touching Junho as they practised. At times, he seemed to forget until he was softly reminded by the plush feel of the small girl's body. He would quickly draw back his hand and blush madly. He thought they were doing good until Junho suddenly yelped when Chansung grabbed her chest.
“What now?!” Namyoung shouted, starting to get frustrated, or he either was already and he was hiding it well; Taecyeon couldn't tell which.
“I'm sorry!” Chansung yelled, “I didn't mean to! I g-grabbed her chest!”
Namyoung sighed, rubbing his head, “You know what? This isn't working... Forget about practise today... Forget about it until you boys can deal with this. We aren't getting anywhere,” he said before walking out of the room.
Junho wasn't sure whose side she wanted to be on. She wanted to practise, she wanted to be perfect but at the same time the groping was more noticeable. She pulled at the collar of his shirt, realizing just how much touching the group actually did. Why was it okay as a male? There was some pretty indecent touching going on.
“Hit the showers!” Namyoung shouted as he passed by the room.
Junho swallowed hard, looking at the rest of the group, “I can't...” she whispered.
“Come with us then,” Junsu said.
“How? I think guys would notice me.”
Junho grabbed the large sweatshirt that Taecyeon had given her as they passed by the security guard at the front of the boy's change-room. She hid his face in the hood as the members around her quickly shoved her in.
“Coast is clear,” Wooyoung said, looking around the room.
“We don't know how much time we have, so let's hurry,” Taecyeon quickened his pace.
Junho pulled her pants off her hips, wiggling out of them and stepping out of the legs. She begged the manager to get boycut shorts and she was happy to wear them, not being any different than her briefs. She was about to lift her shirt over her head when she glanced at the other members. Nichkhun quickly looked away before pulling his shirt off. Junho grabbed a towel, wrapping it around her chest before stripping off her shirt.
She quickly unhooked the bra, throwing it into the locker and making her way towards the shower. She felt awkward to have the towel wrapped around upper half, covering most of her body. Junho pulled off the towel, placing it on a hook before closing the curtain to the shower stall. She gasped when Chansung stepped into the stall next to her, “What are you doing?!”
“What?” the tall boy chuckled, “I'm not going to look.”
“These stalls need to be taller,” Junho mumbled, trying to hide her upper body from the younger boy's spying eyes.
She grabbed the soap, quickly lathering up her body. This would have been completely awkward for her if she hadn't showered earlier. She had taken that first time to explore her body, shyly of course. Her new body was still a little strange, a little softer and a little more curvier than her real one. She ran her fingers over her stomach, smoothing the soap there before moving down her legs.
“Well look who it is!” Seulong called out, stepping into the room.
Junho's eyes widened, as did the rest of the 2PM members. Without warning, Chansung and Taecyeon were suddenly in the shower with Junho. “W-what are you doing?” the small girl hissed.
“Protecting you,” Taecyeon whispered.
“Why do two of you have to be in here?” Junho squeaked when the two tall boys pressed her into the wall.
“Hey... What are you two doing?” Seulong raised a brow, peeking in on the tall boys.
“Washing each other's backs,” Chansung smiled nervously, rubbing his hands over Taecyeon's back.
“There's not even soap in your hands Chansung,” the 2AM member raised both brows, “Ah whatever, you guys are weird.”
Taecyeon swallowed hard, feeling the soft press of large, round, soapy breasts press again his back. Junho moved slightly, rubbing her chest against the tall boy and making him hold his breath. “Hyung,” Junho whispered, almost sending the older boy off the edge, “Let me out.”
“Y-you're still soapy,” Taecyeon whispered back.
“Well I can't shower with you two so close.”
“Do it anyways.”
Junho sighed, pushing the tall boys back slightly. She quickly rubbed down her body as water streamed over her. She accidentally elbowed Chansung, making the younger boy turn around. Chansung kept his eyes on the full breasts that were exposed perfectly to him. He let out a shuddered breath as the small girl rubbed her hands over them to rid them of the last bit of soap.
Chansung's hands suddenly shot out as he wrapped his arms around Junho and started to massage the soft mounds. The older girl yelped, drawing attention to them. “Chansung! Stop!” Taecyeon hissed, trying not to look back because he knew it would be his end.
“They're so soft,” the maknae whispered, squeezing Junho's flesh. His fingers found the hard pebbles on the small girl's chest and he rolled them between his fingers as Junho let out a small gasp.
“Chansung!” Taecyeon elbowed the tall boy roughly, causing him to bump into Junho as they both hit the wall.
The small girl gasped even louder, feeling the tall boy's length rub against her butt. “Chansung-ah!”
“S-sorry!”
Junho quickly threw off the tall boy before running out of the shower. “Was that a girl?” Seulong asked, leaning against the wall of the shower stall. Taecyeon glared at the maknae before stepping out of the shower.
Chansung couldn't get rid of the blush that reddened his face, staying evident for hours. None of them had bothered to tell Minjae what had happened because in all reality, they didn't want Junho to leave the dorm.
“Pervert!” Junho shouted, throwing another pillow at Chansung. The tall boy was starting to run out of places to hide and he was thankful that Junho was running out of pillows, until she entered the kitchen, “I'll kill you!”
“Wait Junho! What would you have done?!” Chansung held his hands out.
“I never would've touched!” the small girl blushed.
“What happened?” Junsu asked with Wooyoung standing next to him.
“He touched me!” Junho shouted, throwing her last pillow and hitting the maknae square in the forehead.
“Touched you? Touched you how?” Wooyoung raised a brow.
The small girl suddenly covered her chest and her blush deepened, “H-he played with me... He was enjoying it too! His dick rubbed against my butt!”
Nichkhun blinked, he was pretty sure he had never heard a girl use that word. “That was pretty dirty Chansung,” he crossed his arms over his chest.
“Why are you all siding with her, I mean him... Ugh whatever! You were all thinking about it!”
“At least we didn't touch him!”
Junho swallowed, hugging herself tighter, “Y-you all think about it?”
Junsu sighed, walking towards the small girl, “Junho, you're a pretty... Well rounded girl, in all aspects... Your body is... Perfect... How could we not?”
“I-I'm going to bed,” the small girl said, quickly walking to her room.
“This is bad,” Taecyeon sighed, rubbing his forehead as he plopped down on the couch. No one seemed to notice that one boy was missing.
Junho stripped off er pants, picking them up and folding them neatly. She grabbed the hem of her shirt, about to lift it over her head when the sound of her door caught her attention. She turned her head, “Wooyoung?”
The older boy was pressed against the door, looking at him with big eyes.
“What's the matter?”
“Junho...”
The small girl dropped her shirt, walking over to Wooyoung, “Are you okay?” she saw the blush on the taller boy's face as he kept his eyes away.
“I'm sorry Junho.”
“What? What fo-” she yelped when Wooyoung suddenly pinned her against the door, “W-Wooyoung!”
“Shh, it'll be alright Junho... I just want... I just want to touch you.”
Junho shuddered, dragging her fingers against the wood as the older boy's voice tickled her neck, “Wooyoung don't... Please.” She gasped when Wooyoung's fingers travelled under her shirt, running up her skin and over the top of her breasts. Junho winched when the tall boy squeezed her, “O-ow...”
“Sorry,” Wooyoung whispered.
She felt the older boy slowly start to grind into her ass, causing Junho to close her eyes tight. Wooyoung slipped his hands into her bra, grasping her chest softly and massaging, “A-ah hyung...”
“Mm, that sounds good Junho...”
The small girl shivered, panting softly against the door as Wooyoung groped her. Her fists tightened when the older boy slid his hand into her panties, “W-wait!”
“I can't Junho... I want to feel you so bad.”
Junho moaned softly as the tall boy moved his fingers against her opening. She hadn't even experienced this sort of thing yet on her own and everything was new to her.
“Damn Junho, you're so wet...”
She slowly pressed her hips away from the door as Wooyoung pressing a finger between her folds. Junho bit her lip, trying to hold back her moan as the tall boy rubbed her. Her hips slowly rocked against his fingers, growing even more wet between her legs, “W-Wooyoung...”
“How does it feel Junho?”
“Feels good,” the small girl panted. She didn't even notice as the older boy pulled her panties farther down her hips until Wooyoung spread her legs, “W-what are you doing?”
“Relax,” Wooyoung whispered.
Junho gasped, feeling something hard nudge her wetness, “Wait... I don't think-”
“Shh, it'll feel good I promise.”
The small girl gnawed on her lip, wondering how Wooyoung could tell her such a thing when he had not experienced this type of thing before. She gasped, digging her nails into the door as Wooyoung pushed inside her, “It hurts,” she cried softly.
The older boy grunted, feeling the tight wetness surround him, squeezing him hard and trying to resist him to move any deeper, “Junho please, relax...”
Junho took a deep breath, exhaling slowly and feeling the tall boy thrust in suddenly. A tear rolled down her cheek as Wooyoung remained still once fully inside her.
“I'm sorry,” he whispered, “It'll only hurt for a bit. I'll make you feel better, I promise.”
Another empty promise, Junho thought as the tall boy pulled his hips back. She felt as if she was being slowly ripped apart as Wooyoung slid his thick cock into her. They always used to laugh at one another's size and now Junho was wishing that the older boy had been the smallest of them all. It was always something Wooyoung was proud of.
Junho cringed as the tall boy jerked his hips forward, starting to move at a quicker pace. She whimpered, the sound of their juices mixing as Wooyoung thrust into her was filling her ears. The older boy's hips twitched, causing Junho to suddenly arch her back, “A-again...” she begged softly, “Do it again.”
Wooyoung complied, rolling his hips into hers as he drove his cock into her. He felt her walls clamp down around him as she grew wetter, the feeling driving him insane. He closed his eyes, his senses heightening and allowing him to enjoy the wet heat.
“More,” Junho moaned.
Wooyoung smirked, pounding into the small girl and pushing her into the door. His hand slipped around her hip, rubbing the sensitive nub there and loving how she tightened even more. Junho rocked her hips, forcing the older boy to move faster, “Oh god Junho, I'm going to cum,” Wooyoung moaned.
Junho bit her lip, feeling sweat drip down her face. “Wooyoung-ah, please cum. Let's do it together.”
The tall boy groaned, bucking his hips forward and filling the small girl with his hot cum. Junho gasped, arching on her toes as she felt the thick seed cover her insides. Wooyoung pinched her sensitive nub, driving her over the edge as she clamped down on his cock.
They fell against the door, panting hard as the older boy's hips twitched. “I don't think...” Wooyoung tried to catch his breath, “I don't think I've ever came that hard before.”
Junho blushed, “Stupid... Don't tell me that.” He cringed when Wooyoung pulled out of her, feeling their sticky mess leak from her hole.
Her body suddenly trembled as Junho felt pain everywhere. “Junho? Junho what's the matter?” Wooyoung asked as the small girl fell onto the floor, “Junho!”
The small body twitched before Junho suddenly stretched out, making the older boy gasp. Junho slowly sat up, touching her body but the pain was suddenly gone. His eyes widened, “I'm me again!”
Wooyoung smiled, “You're back to normal!”
Junho suddenly cringed as he stood up, making the tall boy tilt his head, “Your cum is in my ass.”
Wooyoung blushed, hiding his face. He inhaled sharply when Junho pressed him against the door, “Thank you hyung... I'm not sure how it happened but...”
The older boy looked into Junho's face, from his eyes to his lips, “You know Junho... I think you being female was just an excuse.”
“What?”
Wooyoung suddenly pinned the smaller boy against the door again, “I liked you before you were female.”
Junho gasped at the older boy pressed his lips to his own.