The lotion's effects aren't quite as expected

"Time to wake up!" the familiar voice of Laurissa, the most outgoing of your cabin mates, shouted.

Groggily, you tried to clear the fuzz from your head, but it felt like your brain was putty and your head was stuck inside a giant cotton ball. It wasn't necessarily unpleasant, but it was really hard to focus and pull yourself out of bed. This was compounded with the fact that his body was sore in a sort of pleasant way, like after an intense workout. He grunted, which came out higher pitched than he intended, and slowly moved, feeling something tickling the back of his neck.

"You gonna get out of bed, Donna?" One of the girls, Angelina, asked him. You grunted again, almost like a squeak. Your throat did feel a bit sore. A hand reached down and touched your forehead. "Oh wow, Laurissa, Donna is really burning up. I think she's gotta fever."

"Silvia is too," Laurissa responded.

"Umm, maybe we should stay in bed for a bit, you guys can go without us," Silvia croaked.

"That's too bad," Laurissa muttered, "There's an orgy over in the gymnasium today. Camp tradition." Wow, your hearing must be worse than you thought. Surely you didn't just hear that.

"We'll bring you two breakfast," Angelina cooed sympathetically, while brushing your long hair from your forehead.

"Make sure it's a lot, I think I'm gonna need energy to fight off this fever," Silvia requested quietly.

The two other girls agreed, sympathy and care evident in their voices as they left for the mess hall. You closed your eyes again, still feeling disoriented and bone tired, until you felt a hand reach out again and begin playing with your hair.

"You have such pretty hair, Donna," Silvia complemented you, "You make such a pretty girl." You nodded contentedly in your sleep, happy with the praise. Wait. You weren't a girl. And the way Silvia said your name, Donna, was odd. With a start, you realized that Silvia hadn't been calling you Donna yesterday! She was calling you Doug!

You gasped and sat up straight, the sudden motion and light making you squint and straining your somewhat sore muscles, though that was beginning to recede. Silvia grinned at you from above your bed, but something kept on getting in the way of your vision. Your hand flew up to your face and brushed much longer hair from your face! Longer than you remembered anyway! Yesterday your hair was long for a boy, reaching maybe down to the bottom of your ears, now it was part way down your neck.

"Ahh," you gasped, a high pitched squeak of a thing. With trembling hand, you felt your neck, and slowly let them slide downward until it reached yet another disturbance in your sense of self- your chest. Where before you had the flat, toneless, very skinny chest of an exceptionally thin teenage boy, now you had two soft bumps, like very thick pancakes. You slowly glanced down, hair falling about your face at the edges of your gaze. You had breasts. They had no sag to them, and small, thin, yet pointy pink nipples with small areola. Not too much different from yesterday, but now people would mistake this for the chest of a very young teenage girl, not a boy. This was too much, and your mind began to overload as the room seemed to spin around you. What was going on?

"Shhh," strong hands clasped you to a soft, rather pillowy bosom as Silvia sat on your bed with you, stroking your hair, "It's a bit of a shock, I'm sure. My brother was quite surprised when it happened to him, too, but he loved it soon enough. I'm sure you'll learn to love it even faster. It was such a pleasure to have you actually ask me for this, though I may have not been totally clear about what would happen if a boy used the hormonal cream, and fibbed about where I got it."

"You- you mean the lotion?" you asked in a voice much higher than you remember.

"Not exactly lotion. Just hormones meant to be absorbed through the epidermis. My mother developed it, though this is a much more concentrated form than is supposed to be used. She won't notice it's missing though, her lab assistants like me."

"What happened to me?" You ask, nervously.

"Well, Doug," Silvia smiled, "Why don't we find out together?" Slowly, but inevitably, she pushed you down onto the bedding you were laying upon, and as your perspective changed, you saw she had experienced the effects of the hormonal cocktail the same as you. Where previously she was almost as flat as you, now she sported real, perky, proud breasts that perched upon her chest. They looked to be slightly below average for a girl her age, with breasts small enough to be close to spherical while still retaining a natural look. They simply didn't have enough flesh to give any ground to gravity.

As before though, a loud thump and impact on your right thigh informed you, Silvia was much more impressive between the legs. Yesterday, she hung a limp eight or nine inches and grew to something like a foot in length, though she swelled a little when applying the hormones. Now she was quite easily as big soft as she was hard when applying the lotion, a good 14 inches- and even more frighteningly, her massive testicles looked each to be as large as an apple, or Doug's fist! They hung arrogantly in a tight, stuffed sack, giving them a swollen appearance. You glanced to the left, expecting the same treatment, and was shocked at the sight.

"My- my," you stuttered, unable to form words.

"Yes, Doug, the hormones don't work quite right on boys," Silvia slyly grinned, "And yes, I knew you were a boy since the first I saw you. And I heard you muttering that first night, in your sleep, about how you were 'Donna, not Doug'. I just guessed that must be your real name. I think I prefer Donna, though."

"MY penis!" you sputtered. It had shrunken at least the same proportion that Silvia's had grown. Where before you were clearly an even 6 inches hard, now it stuck up, somehow aroused by this, at a hard 4 inches.

"Not like you're missing much anyway, I hardly even understand why men even need to have those tiny things," Silvia offhandedly commented, "Don't worry, I've more than made up the difference."

It was frighteningly true. Silvia's length had engorged into an erect, monstrous tower, jutting out over her two huge testicles and out from the flat, tight plane of her stomach like a club. From where she sat, kneeling calmly on the bed, it actually extended past her knees by at least 3 inches! Given Silvia's height, that probably made her new endowment something like 18 inches long, an uncommonly large cock even for a full grown woman.

Suddenly, Silvia hissed, sprang off your bed, and jumped back into hers. You begin to pull the covers up just as the other two girls come back, bearing the meals they promised you.