What will happen?!

The Change, From Nicolas' Perspective

"I don't get it, what are you looking for? Did you drop an AirPod?"

Christina is on her hands and knees, helping you search under the sofa. Honestly, the sight of her on all fours, dressed only in her lacy G-string, her rear towards you ... that should've turned you on, made you want to take her right there and then. But you were preoccupied.

Where was the notebook?!

As you frantically stood up, you suddenly realised all the women in the room were back to being clothed. Fully dressed. And Christina was no longer just wearing her thong, but in her romper.

A slight breeze made you look down... and you had to swallow a scream. There, past a pair of petite breasts, was your flat crotch, clad in the same lacy black thong that Christina had been wearing a moment ago. There were painted nails on your fingers, and your hair was in pigtails. And you were a petite woman. You could feel the five-inch pumps on your feet. Somehow, you had become the petite women.

People turned to look and leer, but nobody seemed to react with surprise. It was as if all the rules you had rewritten were turned back in on you.

The waitress marches up to you, now dressed in the suit of an executive, one arm holding the notebook, the other holding out the transparent apron towards you. "I believe this is yours, Nickie..."