Jamal

As you stood there, frozen in a mixture of confusion and attraction, the petite woman with short black hair and piercing brown eyes began to walk towards you. Her hips swayed gently with each step, and her eyes never left yours.

You felt a shiver run down your spine as she approached, her gaze seeming to hold a mixture of curiosity and caution. As she drew closer, you noticed the subtle contours of her face, the slight curve of her nose, and the fullness of her lips. She was even more beautiful up close, and you found yourself struggling to look away. She stopped in front of you, a small smile playing on her lips, and extended a delicate hand.

As she extended her hand towards you, you reached out to shake it, your new, strong grip enveloping hers.

"I'm Zack," You said, almost in a daze, your voice taking on a deeper, confidence imparting tone, "What's your name?"…

"My name is...was...Jamal," She replied, her voice barely above a whisper, but still managing to hold a hint of a masculine tone, a stark contrast to her now delicate features. Her eyes darted around the room, a mix of confusion and embarrassment, as if trying to come to terms with her new body.

You felt a slight jolt of surprise at her words, but your gaze remained locked on hers, intrigued by the complexity of emotions playing on her face. Her hand was still in yours, and you could feel a gentle tremble beneath your grip. You gave her hand a reassuring squeeze, which seemed to calm her slightly.

As you stood there, hands still clasped, Jamal's eyes darted around the room, her gaze lingering on the other transformed individuals. She seemed to be searching for something, or perhaps someone. Her eyes eventually returned to yours, and she took a deep breath, a faint flush rising to her cheeks.

"Zack, can I...can I tell you something?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the murmur of the crowd. You nodded, your grip on her hand gentle but reassuring. "Of course, Jamal. What's on your mind?" Jamal's eyes dropped, and she seemed to study the floor intently.

Jamal's eyes dropped, and she seemed to study the floor intently. After a moment of silence, she looked back up at you, her gaze still uncertain. "Zack, I'm sorry, but I can't help but feel jealous of how big your penis is," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Jamal looked up at you, her gaze still uncertain. "I just can't help but feel a little envious. I used to have a penis just as big when I was a man," she explained, her voice still barely above a whisper.

Jamal looked up at you, her eyes searching for reassurance. She took a deep breath, and her gaze slowly drifted downwards, her eyes locking onto your groin. You could feel a flutter in your chest as her eyes lingered on your penis, her expression a mix of curiosity and longing. She looked back up at you, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Zack, can I..." she hesitated, her voice barely above a whisper. "Can I touch it?" she asked, her eyes locked onto yours, seeking permission. You felt a spark of surprise at her request, but you tried to maintain your composure.