You move to the bathroom to change

You took your time to make Paul sweet this clusterfuck of his own making out for a bit before holding out your hand for the pill.

"Oh, yeah listen, I told my parents that you don't own a lot of nice stuff so they sent this along for you," he says grabbing a suitcase and handing it to you.

Hefting it you take it take it and the pill and head to the bathroom telling Paul, "Sit down and wait, if I am not out in 30, send help."

Closing the bathroom door behind, you take a deep breath. You set the clothes aside and study the pill for a moment. You like Paul a lot, both of you trust each other and this was stupid but you have dragged him away from cops; this is nothing. Before you can change your mind, you pop the pill and stand in front of the mirror.

You close your eyes as your whole body seems to shift, it feels like minutes in the quiet bathroom but it couldn't of been more than a few seconds before everything seems to settle. You open your eyes and look at the new you.

Staring back at you was an incredibly attractive girl. She had shoulder length blonde hair, big blue eyes, a cute nose, great lips and good teeth, and a nice jawline.

She had a petite body, with perky breasts that were a bit bigger than a handful, at least, bigger than a handful to you. With a quick spin of your body, you were looking at your tight round ass in the mirror.

'Well at least I would fuck me,' you think and move to the suitcase Paul gave you.

Opening it up you see a paper inside on top of your new wardrobe. Opening it you see it is a list with some basic information Paul made up about the new you. It would be funnier if he had written in crayon you think. It read a bit like a wish list and part like a love letter to you. Both flattering and creepy at the same time.

You name is now Erin, boy, that one must of take Paul weeks you smile.

There is also a long list of things you are apparently into, Paul seems to have gotten a bit carried away, but hey, it is flattery you think.

Reaching into the bag you pull out a set of underwear, dismayed at the amount of lace it has, and a set of black yoga pants. Looking down at your ample new breasts you grab a sports bra not confident you could do a normal one and a loose top that is open at the shoulders