Panic and abject terror sound good.

James eyes widened, breaths becoming shallow. This wasn't happening! This was impossible! He did not turn into a goddamn girl! He had to fix this - right now. But he couldn't! He had no idea how it had happened in the first place! Then who... Hospital. A hospital full of medical professionals. They would be able to help him!

Staggering out of the kitchen, stumbling due to his changed center of gravity and all the extra mass jiggling and jostling on his body, James felt tears begin to stream from his eyes, panicked sobs wracking him. On his way to the garage, he almost fell twice, but when he reached it, James' legs lost all strength and fell to his knees: It was empty. His mother was on a business trip, his father still at work, and even his step-sister's scooter was gone. He was basically stuck at home.

But his panicked mind gave him the frantic solution: Walk. It was 15 minutes by car, so how long could it take on foot? Slamming the door to the house closed behind him, James stumbled out of the garage and onto the sidewalk. He had a hard time getting used to his shorter legs, his bouncing tits, his jiggling ass, his swinging hips... James' every step reminded him of what had happened to him, making it impossible to calm down.

His naked feet slapped into the concrete of the sidewalk while James wrapped his arms around his body to keep his enormous boobs from jiggling, with only middling results. And it showed - within the first two intersections, three different cars had honked at him and one passer-by on the other side of the street had wolf-whistled at him. James barely noticed the unwanted attention, still sobbing uncontrollably.

Finally, while he was waiting for the next light to turn green, a car pulled up next to him and the driver lowered the window.

"Hey baby, nice le--holy shit, are you alright?" The lame pickup line was instantly replaced by what seemed like genuine concern as the driver noticed James' emotional state.

"N-No-o-ooo," he bawled, "I-I t-took so-some p-pills, a-and I don't kn-know what happened, a-and I have to go to the ho-hospital!"

"Fuck," the driver replied, "alright, get in. I'll drive you."