“What’s up, chicas?” Zoe exclaimed, raising her hands in celebration as she entered the clubhouse. The dozen or so Latina women already waiting inside cheered with her, moving in for a group hug. “How has everybody been, ladies!?”

It had been just over a year since the former college dude had been transformed into a sexy Hispanic woman, and it had taken a while to adjust to her new life. Thankfully her ‘chicas’ (as they called each other) had been incredibly supportive, showing her how to apply her makeup, how to pick out clothing, and even helping with ‘that time of the month’. Eventually she began to see them not as enemies but as friends, and by now she was a fully-fledged member of their club.

Her looks weren’t the only things to change about her life, as with her new body came a set of personality changes too. Zach, who had been pretty ordinary guy if not a little arrogant, was suddenly a lot more confident and trashy before. At first she was mortified by how much she loved dressing slutty, but eventually she was able to embrace it - and even more when she realized just how good it felt to be stuffed full of thick, hard cocks. And that wasn’t the only thing she had gotten addicted to being stuffed with: she now had a huge appetite and had been packing on the pounds in her thighs, stomach and ass... but mainly her breasts, which were now enormous and squishy. She’d also gotten a few extra tattoos and piercings too to the point she was almost unrecognizable from her first day as a woman, and she was loving it!

“Girllllll, you are looking fiiiiiiiine!” one of her friends said, spanking Zoe’s ass playfully. “I just wanna bury my face is those titties of yours!”

Zoe grabbed her chest, leaning forward to emphasize her impressive tetas. “Speaking of titties, girls, I have some great news... the Omega Epsilon frat is having a party tonight, and everybody’s invited!” There was a collective ‘whoop’ as they all began of thinking of their outfits for the night, knowing they would soon be trying to score with the frat's handsome young men.

“What are you gonna wear, Zoe?” One of her friends asked, now back to a smaller group conversation.

“A better question is what I ain’t gonna wear, my amigos.” she giggled. “I don’t want the guys to have any doubts that I’m single and hungry for a little lovin’...” she waved her hips as she spoke. “...I heard the chapter President is a chubby chaser, and Sophia said he’s hung like a fucking horse! I just hope I remember to bring my birth control this time... or not.” she winked.