The door.

Pushing through the door takes you into the cool night air. Looking around you can tell you are outside of town but the farther things are the harder it is for you to focus, clearly your sight has been damaged. It takes a bit of sort of wandering around aimlessly to get your bearings and start walking back to town. Your body is caked in several inches of hardened goop and an immediate bath or shower really seems like a great idea, but sadly you are just walking a lonely road, crusty.

A half hour later you spot something that as you get closer and it comes more and more in focus you have to smile, at least a little. The fenced in back yard of a completely dark house clearly has a small swimming pool in back. Part of you resists getting so much gunk in such a nice looking pool, but the rest, the filthy grime encrusted rest, speeds you up and you run up to the little gated fence. “Fuck.” You say as you find it locked, “Oh my voice is all high and weird, I need a doctor. That means it got in my throat.”

It takes a bit to find a stick strong enough to reach through the fence and lift the latch but you eventually get inside, and slide in as quiet as possible in case someone is home. Dunking you scrub every last bit off of your head and soon realize you are hairless. “Oh I am bald.” You whine. Your itchy toes demand attention next and you scrub the gunk off. “Why do my feet look so small?” You question the night air. With your hands next to your feet they seem normal, but staring at them they just seem small, “God, my vision is all fucked up.”

Clearing your legs to the knees is next and oddly similarly your legs just seem small, “Oh, what did they do to me?” A chunk itches your neck and you go find a brush, for the pool, but should work if you are careful, and set to work cleaning your back. When you find yourself touching your shoulder blade you can't help but say, “Whoa, I've never been that flexible, oh no what if my bones are messed up.”

Sitting on the step on your somewhat clean ass, you start picking and rubbing your chest. “Oh my nipples are so tender.” You discover as you work. “Wait, why are they all hard and pointy?” Rubbing more and more, you see little titties being unearthed. “Oh, they look all girly, what happened to my pecks? I used to have nice muscles.” A tear runs down your cheek, “The fuck? Now I'm crying.” Your hairless chest flows into a smooth torso and you can feel your ribs, you seem to have lost weight as well. You kinda seem to have hips as well.

Your hand pulls a clump off of your cock. “What? What?” You question, not seeing a familiar bulge. “No no no, this isn't real.” You frantically scrub away and as each layer of gunk vanishes in the water it becomes more apparent that your cock is simply not there. “Where is my… “. The question fades from your lips as your fingers come in contact with the soft folds of your labia. “Oh fuck.” Is all you can say as you look on in amazed horror as you uncover the prettiest little pussy you have ever seen. “I am a fucking girl.” You say in shock. The world spins and blackness.

A hand shakes you gently on your shoulder, a towel has been tossed on top of you, and a voice asks, “Miss, Miss are you all right?”