"Put yours back on first."

"What the fuck, why? No!" Andy exclaims.

"I wanna see if it does the same exact thing this time. What if it does something different?"

Andy seems dejected, but after a few more minutes of arguing, he resigns himself to his fate. You look on as he slips the ring on again, and collapses yet again onto the floor. This time, you notice, he seems to be in slightly less pain, and in fact the transformation takes only about four minutes instead of the previous five.

The same impossibly attractive blonde girl stands in front of you in Andy's clothes, with a frustrated look on her face.

"Jason, stop looking at me like that, you're creeping me the fuck out. This is so weird," she says.

You apologize, but can't help yourself. She has some quality about her that draws your gaze, and it's hard to let go.

"So you're fully a girl then?" you ask. "Like, for real? Body parts and everything?"

She looks at you curiously. "I mean, I haven't exactly checked..." She goes to take off her clothes, but suddenly pauses. "Shouldn't you look away or something?"

"Dude, you're still a guy on the inside right? I wouldn't need to look away if you were a guy. Plus, this isn't really even your body if you think about it, it's a new one, something different. Why do you care if I see it?"

Seemingly convinced by your arguments, she proceeds to take off Andy's long-sleeved Henley, followed by his jeans and boxer shorts. Standing before you is without a doubt the hottest girl you've ever seen in person, and you can't stop the sudden, sharp intake of breath from entering your lungs. She looks about 5'3" or 4", with a petite, hourglass figure. Her legs and abs are perfectly toned, and her blonde locks spill down to the tops of breasts that seem large but not overly so, firm but still soft, with little pink nipples and relatively small areola. From her expression, she seems to be growing more comfortable, and almost seems to be enjoying the attention you are giving her body. After standing there for a few moments, she gives a little twirl, and you notice her ass, a toned, perky bubble butt that takes your breath away. She spins back and you cast your eyes down to her pubic region. Her pussy is completely clean-shaven, and if you didn't know that there was a straight (you assume) guy in that brain, you would almost think her cute little pink pussy was just the tiniest bit wet from arousal.

Almost involuntarily, your right hand moves to your pants, and you begin stroking your rock-hard dick over the crotch of your chinos. She smiles and starts to walk toward you, before suddenly starting and shaking her head.

"What the fuck am I doing!" she yelps. "This is so weird. I think the transformation might not be just physical..."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, uh..." she trails off. You look at her impatiently until she restarts her train of thought. "Well, I mean, obviously as a guy I'm straight, right? I would never even think about, like, dudes. But for some reason, in this body, with you staring at me, it's like subconsciously I'm liking it, I'm drawn to you or some shit, the fact that my body is making you hard is turning me on! How gross is that!"

"Definitely not gross..." you mumble. You take a step toward her, and while she looks confused and hesitant, she doesn't step away. You place your hands on her bare hips, and look into her eyes.