Andrew woke up the next morning, stretching in bed and feeling odd. As he stretched, he realized that his feet weren't reaching over the end of his bed as they usually did. Sitting up, he gasped as he looked himself over.
He was smaller, no doubt about that. The pajama pants that he had fallen asleep in extended past and covered his feet and he was swimming in them a bit. The same was true for his shirt. He touched his chest and felt the slight bump of flesh there. Small, almost imperceptible breasts. Reaching down and touching his crotch, he could feel the cleft of a vagina.
Standing and going to the mirror in the corner of the room, he saw his new reflection. An androgynous looking girl with shoulder length, curly brown hair. She looked a lot like him. Well, more like his sister, Becca. Except without the curves. "How the hell did this happen?" he asked himself. He could still feel his dick, and it felt like someone's hand was wrapped around it, stroking. "Lisa..." he said. She must have done something. He needed to figure out what was happening, but he didn't get Lisa's number to contact her. That left him a few options.
He could ask Katie to get Lisa, but then she'd end up clued in about the state he was in. Did he want that? The only other option, really, was to go and track Lisa down himself, which would result in people seeing him. They might not recognize him, though.
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