Feminized

Jack fell terrible as he awoke. He lay for a moment and watched the clock, it was still very early and his entire body felt sore, probably from the amount of pills he had used. He could also still feel the nail marks on his back and his bite mark on his shoulder. He moved his hand across the mark with a smile, while he remembered the night before. Then he scratched his breast, which felt weird.

He got up from bed and looked into the mirror, and muffled a scream with his hand. The mirror image looked almost female, his hair had definitely grown and his face looked more like a young woman's, than that of a man. He had small breasts, probably a small A cup with nipples poking out. He had gotten a thinner waist and was smaller. He touched his own face just to make sure that it was really him.

Then as horror spread across his face, he pulled his underpants down and sighed in relief as he still had a penis. But it seemed much smaller, he searched through his stuff until he found his tape measure. He had to be see how smaller it had gotten.

He began touching himself and then instinctively moved one hand up to play with his nipples. He quickly measured.

"fours inches" he said to himself, but immediately moved his hands to his mouth in shock. His voice was much lower, almost feminine.

"Oh, fuck no" He whispered.

"Fucking, fuck no."

He started moving back and forth, panicking. But then he remembered the old lady, surely she could help him. Jack quickly put his clothes from yesterday back on. They looked baggy on him, his T-shirt looked almost like a small dress and he had to use a belt to stop his pants from falling down.

Then he sneaked outside and got in the car. He quickly send a message to his mum I'm going to get something for Bobby - Back soon. And then he drove to the old lady's shop.