Anri Hoshino

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at the body I was now in, with its full breasts and smooth, curving lines. It was true; somehow in that moment of transcendental orgasm, our souls *had* joined, but when they separated, they ended up in the "Um, Ann...," I said, in a strange voice, much higher than my own. Her eyes snapped open, Anri Hoshino looked at me and shrieked in shock and surprise. It took me several minutes to calm Anri Hoshino down and explain what I felt must have happened. It also took some time to adjust to the sounds of our voices. Your own voice never sounds the same to you as it does to others, because of the bone conduction from throat to ear; now each of us had two different voices to adjust to, our original one without that comforting timbre, and the new one, "Look on the bright side, Ann," I said, "You're always complaining that I don't understand you well enough. Think of this as a golden opportunity to get to know each other better!" "Hah! And what are we going to do on Monday? *I* don't know beans about computers, and *you* couldn't find your way around a library without a map. We've *got* to get our own bodies back." "Wellll... Perhaps if we tried to duplicate the original conditions, but in reverse..." This wasn't just a random thought, for this body I was in was still horny. I could feel the damp, *hot* wetness inside of me, and I marvelled at it. I knew that my Anri Hoshino gallery old body ...(cont.)
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