Put on your ring.

Hesitantly, you slip the bronze ring onto your index finger. You collapse, and feel yourself writhing around on the floor. The pain comes from everywhere, stabbing at your body, crushing you, weakening you. Your body feels as though it's melting, and somewhere through the wall of pain a rational thought breaks through, the knowledge that your features must be changing into those of a girl, just like Andy's did.

At some point, the pain subsides, though you have no idea how long it's been. You blink a couple of times and find that you can see again. Gingerly you try to stand up, but your entire body feels unnatural. Your arms and legs are the wrong size, they're too weak, too slim. You stand to your full height, struggling to stay balanced, and find that rather than looking down a couple of inches at Andy, you now have to look up a fair amount to look at his eyes. When your gaze does reach his eyes, you see a new expression. He looks captivated.

"Hey... go look at yourself in the mirror," he says weakly.

You walk into the bathroom to check out your reflection. What you see takes your breath away. A pair of brown-and-green eyes stare back at you, the exact same eyes you usually have, the same colorful irises that have drawn lots of compliments from girls over the years. However, those eyes are the only feature that is unchanged. Your face is slimmer and smooth, almond-shaped and slightly paler than your regular face. Your lips have become fuller and richer in color, your nose is slimmer, your eyebrows are thinner and arch perfectly over your face. Even without makeup your face is extremely beautiful. Your hair is a dark brown, really the same shade as usual, but it looks so much richer in color in these thick, luxurious curls that frame your face and reach just down to your breasts.

Speaking of your breasts, you smile as you stare at a pair of tits that you realize could entice any straight guy in the world. They are a good size, not too large, probably on the smaller side of a C-cup. Inadvertently, you begin feeling your breasts, rubbing your light brown nipples as they stiffen and massaging the soft tissue of the breasts themselves. They are the perfect mixture of firm enough to stay perky but soft enough to squeeze. You continue to look down your body and stare at your toned abs and a slender figure, with a slim, pretty waist that rounds back out into your beautiful slim yet curvy hips. Your bottom half is just as ridiculous and attractive as the top. Your legs are slim, and as you spin around you see your ass. Not huge, your ass would best be described as "tight," being on the smaller end but still rounding out in an attractive way. As you turn back around, you look to your hairless pink pussy, with cute little labia that fold out in just the right way.

While checking yourself out, you notice Andy in the mirror, standing a few feet behind you, staring at your body and absentmindedly rubbing himself through his jeans. Evidently, this new form changes your way of thinking as well, for you realize that you are contemplating letting him fuck you. I got to fuck his new body, surely it's only fair that he gets to fuck me? Plus, those muscles would look so good without a shirt...