The next morning...

After she's gone you make yourself somethign to eat, chill out in front of the television then wander off to bed. You're a little hurt from Shannon's hurtful remarks but they slowly drift into echoes in the back of your mind as you lay in bed and fall asleep.

Your dreams are vexing, full of repeated echoes of Shannon's last words to you: "You're not a man at all....". When you wake up in the morning, the sunlight shines in through the window, leaving one of your eyes closed, you roll onto your side and smile. Feeling refreshed, and rejuvenated. In fact, you feel absolutely terrific. A day off from work, and you revel in not having to set an alarm. Your bare feet slide along the open space of the bed under the covers and smile comfortably.

As you rest your hand across your hip you blink oddly, your boxer shorts are incredibly loose on your body. Blinking the sleep from your eyes you roll back onto your back and tilt your chin to your chest, frowning at the odd lumps obscuring your view slightly from the rest of the room. You sit up, letting the covers fall. Your gaze freezes as you stare downward.... the covers have revealed a healthy set of breasts where your ordinary set of pecs are. Your jaw begins to drop as the startling sound of a knock at the door stuns you even further.

"What the fu-" You begin to murmur, noting a marked change in the pitch and tone of your voice.... it isn't your voice.... it's... a girl's voice. You pull back in your bed with a start, tugging the blankets back to reveal the body underneath. It isn't yours at all. Yet from your perspective, it most certainly is. Your boxer shorts slide off down your shapely legs revealing a neatly trimmed vagina....

The knock on the door booms again and you nervously stand up, catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror on your dresser. You're startled to see a striking blonde standing in your place. About 5'6, 115 lbs, a beautiful figure, lovely tanned skin with a pert pair of 34 c breasts. Even you weren't so unbelievably confused right now you'd say you were a knockout.

Again the door knocks loudly, and you nervously slide on an oversized bathrobe and slip barefoot down the stairs wondering how on earth you're going to explain this.... you nervously question whether or not to even open the door when you hear a set of keys jingle, the deadbolt of the door slide open and in walks shannon, a wide smile on her faqce as she closes the door behind her quickly and looks you up and down.

"Mmmmm, it worked. You look great."