Luke… you!

“…Luke?”

You stood, stroking your goatee thoughtfully, then up. "Make me a busty Asian bimbo with a ravenous appetite for sex and a body that won't quit." Your gaze met Brad's, and the unspoken competition between you grew more intense.

Tiffany giggled at your banter, scribbling notes on her clipboard. "Alright, Luke, you've set the bar high," she said. "But remember, the z-chamber has a mind of its own. You might just get more than you bargained for!"

You stripped and stepped into the chambers the anticipation thick in the air. The doors slid closed with a hiss, and the lights inside began to pulse and flicker. You could hear your friends giggling and joking as the transformation process began, your body shrinking and slimming and swelling oddly. The machine's hum grew louder and then abruptly cut out.

The doors of the z-chambers slowly opened, and you stepped, now barely recognizable by your friends as the man they knew. Your once-broad shoulders had narrowed, and your height had been reduced to just under five feet. Your skin was now a pale milky color, and your eyes were almond-shaped. Your hair had grown long and silky, cascading down your naked back in dark waves. Your new breasts were of impressive proportions, swaying unfamiliarity with each uncertain step, “wow…” you muttered, “I’m a girl! Holy crap. My cock is gone!” This shouldn’t have been a surprise but it was. Your voice was a soft coo, and your movements were delicate and swaying, like a doll come to life.

You looked at your three suddenly much taller and imposing friends. Naked and oddly intimidated. “Uh, who is next?” You asked.