go to Tom’s right now...

You are sweating through your shorts and t-shirt, guzzling the ice water Tom just handed you.

“I think this is going to get worse before it gets better. I can see you feminizing right before my eyes!” Tom exclaims. “I had no idea the changes could be this pronounced! You are helping me prove that my invention is able to mold the human body like a piece of clay!” As Tom’s laugh gets maniacal, you realize that it is barf time.

You dive into the bathroom and unload. After a minute you feel better, but your skin is on fire. You look around and see the shower. You pull off your clothes and get under it with the cold water running. Tom comes after you and opens the curtain. “Holy Shit” he says. You feel you feel like there is hot lava flowing over you skin and lie down in the tub. You can sense a tightness in your chest as the skin get taught and inflates. Your fingers on the new large nipples is electric as hell. You get the biggest, fastest, hardest, hottest boner of your life. You look down and realize that feeling was your genitalia reversing itself, and there is only a vaginal slit where your beautiful penis had been moments before.

“oh Tom, I went full female” you moan. Despite the circumstances, Tom was coolheaded and stuck a thermometer to your forehead. “wow, 105.6 that's high…” he grabbed a notebook and started writing. “How are you feeling?” he asked. You actually were starting to feel better. “More human”, you croak out, noticing how high your voice is now. “ha, OK good, that was the last of it I think.” Tom turned off the shower and took your temp again. “99, that's more like it.” he smiles at you and then you see his gaze dribble slowly down your prone and naked body.

You cover yourself the best you can with your hands, and Tom realizes what he’s been doing. “worry man, but you are the genetic female twin of yourself. You really do look like an authentic female now. And pretty sexy.” it so surreal for you to hear this that you take your protective arm off your new breasts and grab your temples. Tom’s smile came back, and he said, “Yeh, 7.5 or 8 out of ten.”

“Ok, cool, just get out of here, let me dry off.” you want to get out from under his gaze. Tom leaves you with a towel and retreats to the living room. You slowly step out of the tub, extremely aware of the mounds on your chest wobbling around. You dry your body, not believing how different your curves are. You can really tell that your skin is softer in general. You gently dry your new labia, the sensation being new and extremely odd.

You pad out of the bathroom, holding the towel awkwardly around your boobs. “well, I think it is done, I feel better than I have since you strapped me into that god-forsaken machine.” You do feel good, you actually feel pretty great but your not going to tell Tom that and give him the satisfaction.

Tom puts down his phone as you round the corner and you slowly sit on the couch across from him. “I just got of the phone with a buddy at the lab. Professor dick-hole is spending all day with it, doing extra documentation. He said we will have all day Sunday to get you back to normal.” “TWO DAYS?!” you are disappointed. “I can’t walk around like this for two whole days, I’m WAY out of my element here man!” and you just knew that you were going to have to go through the whole transition again too, and that wasn’t very pleasant at all. “I know it’s not ideal, but I think we can really make the most of this, Let me do some tests and we’ll go from there.” You don’t really want to do anything else for a while, maybe just chill out and hide until you can get back to the lab and get back to being a man.

You feel a shiver and realize you should really get dressed. You dash into Tom’s room and grab your shorts and t-shirt. You are swimming in the t-shirt now, and the lightweight gym shorts are barely hanging onto your new waist. You emerge and ask Tom if he’s got any like, smaller clothes around. He stands up and walks into the bedroom with you. You realize you’re craning your neck to look up at him, and none of his clothes are going to fit. “Maybe I could buy some or something…” you muse. Tom grabs his medical back off of a shelf and says, “ well you won’t need much clothing for what we are about to do…”