Fuck yeah! Being a girl is great! And this body is tight. I flexed my bare buttocks and felt my firm thighs jiggle slightly. There is no way I would normally have the confidence to walk around naked, but man, this wasn’t my body.

I scratched one of my boobs as I strutted past a small group of partygoers. A girl stared at me in shock, her mouth open wide. I smirked at her as I passed -- I actually had to look up at her! I was so damn short now! This body couldn’t have been more than 5 foot 4 in heels. And I wasn’t wearing heels.

I don’t know why girls don’t strut around naked at parties more! Everybody loves a naked girl! Plus they don’t need to worry about showing off having a small dick or anything like that, it’s all just flat and gorgeous. Speaking off, I gave my new pussy a sneaky little rub as I skipped down some stairs. It was wet and tingly. I quickly dropped my hand as I saw more people staring at me though, I suppose there were limits even to what girls could get away with at parties.

I made my way down, stepping over people as I walked. It felt so funny to be walking with these tiny black girl feet, with my little toes painted in white nail polish. I felt fit and flexible as I squeezed myself over and around groups of chatting partygoers. I could feel all eyes on me as I passed each group. I liked it that way. For once I could earn stares and gasps as I went along, rather than just being ignored.

I suppose I would have gotten plenty of gasps if I’d walked around naked in my own body, but it would’ve been much more judgemental and disgusted, I’m sure. Plus who has the confidence to strut around naked in their own body? Especially one like mine -- I knew I could get away with it now though, because this body was fine. I was hooot! Who wouldn’t want to see me naked?

I was pushing my way through a group of huge guys and really tall girls when I felt somebody grab my bum and help themselves to a squeeze.

“HEY!” I said, spinning around. “Not cool!”

Three guys and a girl stared back at me. “What?” …