PUZZLE BOX: May As Well Fail

He almost started to get excited for a moment. Only almost.

As the countdown reached zero, the surface of the box started to shift again making him think he just might have made it in time. At least until it settled

TIME'S UP!

He stood over the table, looking down at the box for at least a couple of seconds. Then, he felt his stomach cramp, making him lean forwards, both hands splayed on the table in front of him as he barely held himself up. His whole body was tensing and releasing, almost convulsing against the table. At least the cramps only happened the first couple of times. He could have sworn he felt his dick getting hard inside his pants too, but with a few more pulses, both of those sensations died down. Though his body was still twitching, it was more like sever shivers now. He watched a bead of sweat drip off his face onto the surface of the table, scrunching his eyes closed as he tried to get a hold of himself and stop the shaking.

Then, he heard his belt buckle clattering off the floor, prompting him to look down at an unexpected sight.

Coming up out of the pants pooled at his feet were slim and delicate legs. And now that his eyes were open again, he could see the slim and delicate arms holding him up off the table. That and the brunette hair that hung down to partially obscure the sight.

Body still twitching slightly, he grabbed his pants by the belt line and held them up at his waist as he rushed towards the nearest mirror. Freezing up wide eyed at the unmistakably feminine face that was staring back.

Looking back down, he dropped his pants again and flipped up the hem of his shirt, only now realising something else had gone missing between those delicate legs.

''Holy shit, I'm a girl!'' He, or rather, she. Slapped a hand over her mouth at the sound of her voice.