… decide to play poker.

Feeling self conscious in her nude state, Fred padded back to the machine, breasts swaying and blushing but also a little excited to be the centre of attention, and placed her hand on the console and brought up her former body. She considered for a moment then gave herself a larger manhood under the clothes. And a more toned physique. She stepped in and emerged as his former self. “Thank god it’s reversible! I was a freaking girl!” He said as he took a beer from the fridge.

John broke the silence, his eyes still glued to Fred's new form. “Well, that’s definitely a game-changer. What’s next?” He smirked, cracking open another beer and sliding it over to Mike, who was still staring at the machine with a mix of awe and horror.

Mike took a swig, his mind racing with the possibilities. He had always been the daring one in the group. “Alright, how about we play a few rounds of poker. Loser gets transformed into whatever the winner wants!” The others looked at each other, a mix of excitement and hesitation crossing their faces.

They agreed, setting up the poker table with a newfound enthusiasm. The beers flowed freely as the cards were dealt. The fireplace crackled in the background, casting a warm glow over the room. The tension grew as the first round was dealt and everyone antied up, the stakes obviously high.

John won the first hand, his grin widening as he eyed the morphic adaptation unit and Dave’s ten high hand. "Alright, Dave," he said, gesturing to the machine. "You're the loser. I want to see you as…” John played with the controls. Petite. Libido through the roof and suggestible. He thought as he conjured a cute naked Asian lass on the screen.

Dave's heart raced. He had seen Fred's transformation with his own eyes, but he had not expected to lose. "Okay, okay," he stammered, standing up and approaching the booth.

John chuckled, watching his friend's apprehension. "Don't worry, buddy. It's all in good fun."

Dave took a deep breath, trying to ignore the butterflies in his stomach, and stepped into the morphic booth. The door closed with a soft hiss as he touched the purple knob, and the room was filled with a faint, pulsing hum. Outside, the other three friends exchanged glances, their excitement palpable as they waited to see Dave emerge.

The door slid open to reveal... a gorgeous naked Asian girl with a figure so petite and perky it looked like a doll's. She looked in interest at her tiny breasts and new sex the. up at them with wide, doe-like eyes, a blush spreading across her cheeks as she took things in. The room erupted in a mix of laughter and applause. “Come sit on the winners lap!” John told her.

The now suggestible Dave giggled and shyly approached the poker table. She sat on John's lap, her tiny new body feeling surprisingly natural. She felt a thrill that she hadn’t experienced before. Mark couldn’t help but stare at the transformed man, his mind racing with ideas for the next hand.

"Alright, let's keep playing," John said his hand surreptitiously slipping between her thighs beneath the table. She blushed but her new libido made her spread her legs instinctively. John grinned as he found her warm and moist and very accommodating.

“That feels so good,” she whispered to him as she gently rocked her hips. She was blushing and perspiring and her breathing was getting heavier as he started to lose herself to the pleasure of her new female body.