Dare one of the other guys to try the machine next while Evan deals with the transformation

Westfield Galleria food court, unknown city, at 2:56 PM on Saturday June 15th, 2024

You tear your eyes away from Evan's trembling, hypersexualized new body to address the group. "Alright, so we know the machine works. Who's got the balls to go next?"

Evan whimpers behind you, still groping at her own tits like she can't believe they're real. Every squeeze makes her gasp, and you can hear the wet sound of her thighs rubbing together through those impossibly tight shorts.

Marcus blinks, dragging his attention away from Evan's visible nipples. "You're serious? After what just happened to Evan?"

"What, you scared?" you challenge, flashing that trademark grin. "Come on, man. This is the craziest shit we've ever seen. Don't you want to know what it's like?"

Tyler laughs nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "I mean... Evan looks fucking incredible, not gonna lie. But twelve hours as a chick? I don't know, dude."

Derek crosses his massive arms, his expression contemplative rather than afraid. "What if it's different for each person? Like, different body, different time limit?"

"Exactly!" you say, seizing on that. "The only way to find out is if someone else tries it. Plus, think about the story. We'd be the only guys who've done this. Whatever the fuck 'this' is."

"Please," Evan pants from behind you, her voice breathy and desperate. "Someone else... someone else needs to try it so I'm not... not alone in this. Oh god, why do I feel so fucking..." She trails off into a whimper, her hands sliding down to press between her legs through her shorts.

Marcus shifts his weight, clearly tempted. "I don't know, man. That's pretty fucking weird."

"Weird is what makes it interesting," you counter smoothly. "Look, worst case scenario, you're hot as fuck for a few hours like Evan. Best case? Who knows. Maybe you get something completely different. But someone needs to go next, or we're just gonna stand here with our dicks in our hands wondering what could've been."

Tyler glances at Derek, then back at you. "What about you, Chad? Mr. Big Shot. Why don't you go?"

You shrug casually. "I might. But I want to see what happens to someone else first. Get more data. Come on, which one of you is man enough?"

The challenge hangs in the air. Behind you, Evan lets out another breathy moan, clearly struggling with sensations she doesn't understand. The wet patch on her shorts has spread noticeably, and her nipples look painfully hard through that thin pink fabric.

Marcus swallows hard, staring at the machine. Derek flexes his jaw, thinking. Tyler looks between all of you, excitement and nervousness warring on his face.