Walk of Change

You head out of the apartment and begin walking towards the subway. Ryan meets you outside the club typically. He likes to scout out the joint before hand.

You check your phone and wallet to make sure you have everything. It is then that you notice your hair is a bit longer than normal.

"Damn," you say, "Didn't think I needed a haircut so soon."

You carry on without much thought about it. In your stomach you feel pressure. Luckily the club has a bar. Little do you know that your beer gut has flattened substantially. Beneath your clothes your body hairs slowly recede.

When you get to the subway station you get a few glances from some women. You smile and they laugh.

"Sorry," one of them says, "We don't go that way."

You shrug it off. Damn lesbians, you think. Not realizing that your face has smoothed and become more demure.

When you get into the subway you hide yourself in one of the darker corners seats. Already beneath your shirt your new breasts are forming, becoming more voluptuous. Your Adam's apple is flattens into a smooth neckline.

As the subway car turns into the station you don't even realize your dick and balls retracting into your body. The process is slow and painless. And between your legs lays a warm pussy. It's your stop and within the thirty minutes from your apartment to here you are already fully woman. Your clothes baggy and and strained at different parts.