It sprays on Alex's face and hands

Alex jumps as the juice splashes into his face. A strand ran from the tip of his nose, down across his lips and chin, down to his Adam's apple. A second pump flows with less velocity onto his gloved hands. It looked like a dot of whitish fluid, but it felt to him like cleansing fire from heaven. It burned without pain, tingled like his skin was dancing, and throbbed with pleasure as if Sam's orgasm itself had splattered him. He looked down to his hands and was sure he saw them shrinking slowly inside the gloves.

Sam smiled and his body went limp, falling asleep instantly. Alex, finding himself in control of his body again, jumped to his feet. He no longer felt tired or drunk, only the burning. He walked slowly but deftly on the unfamiliar heels into the bathroom.

When he looked in the mirror, he saw a heavily made up face. Somehow, the semen had vanished. his face looked feminine, he thought, but surely only because of the makeup. He wasn't sure how it fooled his friend so completely. He soaped up his face and tried to scrub the makeup off as best as he could. It took several tries, but he got most of it. His lips were still stained reddish, his eyebrows were still arched, and his face was uncannily free of five-o-clock shadow, but he was back to his normal male face. Now he was ready to try to remove the clothes.