Look down at your new body in more detail, trying to process the reality of having tits and a pussy.

Westfield Galleria Mall, unknown city, at 2:53 PM on Saturday June 15th, 2024

Your hands move to your chest almost involuntarily, cupping the heavy weight of breasts that absolutely should not be there. The soft flesh yields beneath your palms, warm and undeniably real through the thin cotton of the crop top. Your nipples are already stiff, pressing visibly against the fabric, and when your thumbs accidentally brush over them a jolt of pleasure shoots straight down to your core that makes you gasp.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," you whisper, that breathy feminine voice still shocking to hear coming from your own throat. You run your hands down your sides, feeling the dramatic inward curve of your waist, then the swell of hips that are wider than your shoulders ever were. The denim shorts are so tight you can feel the seam pressing between your legs, and when you shift your stance you become acutely aware that there's nothing there. No familiar weight between your thighs. Instead there's a heat, a wetness, an aching emptiness that makes your knees weak.

You turn slightly, catching your reflection in the machine's dark glass, and your breath catches. The girl staring back at you is fucking gorgeous. Pouty lips, high cheekbones, thick dark hair cascading past your shoulders in glossy waves. Your eyes are huge and brown, framed by long lashes. The crop top barely contains your tits, showing off a toned stomach and the gentle swell of your navel. The shorts ride low on your hips and high on your thighs, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. Your legs look impossibly long, smooth and perfect.

"Dude... Nate?" Marcus's voice breaks through your daze. "Is that really you in there?"

You tear your eyes away from your reflection to look at your friends through the open door. They're all staring at you with expressions ranging from shock to arousal to confusion. Tyler's still holding up his phone, camera pointed directly at you. Derek's mouth is literally hanging open. Evan has gone pale.

"I... yeah, it's me," you manage, and hearing that sultry voice say your name feels surreal. "I have fucking tits. And I'm pretty sure I have a... a pussy." The word feels strange on your tongue but also somehow exciting.

Tyler lowers his phone slightly, his eyes roaming over your new body in a way that makes your skin tingle. "Holy shit, Nate. You're fucking hot."

That shouldn't make you feel good. But it does. Heat blooms in your cheeks and spreads down your neck. Your thoughts feel fuzzy, harder to hold onto. All you can focus on is how tight your shorts are, how sensitive your nipples feel, how aware you are of the slickness between your thighs.

"So like... is it permanent?" Derek asks, though his eyes haven't left your chest.

You shake your head, trying to clear the haze. "It said reversible, right? So... probably not?" But you realize you have no idea how long this will last. An hour? A day? Forever?

Marcus steps closer, and you catch the bulge forming in his jeans. "Fuck man, this is insane. You actually turned into a chick. Like, a real girl."

"Thanks, I noticed," you say, but your voice comes out breathy, almost flirtatious, and you don't know why.