Accept the offer to leave

Matt swallowed. "Yeah. Let's go."

Jonas looked surprised but nodded. "Okay. There's a campground about ten minutes north. We can just crash there."

The drive was quiet. Matt sat in the passenger seat of Jonas's truck, his hands pressed flat against his thighs, trying to anchor himself to something solid. The flannel hung open now,bhe'd given up hiding it in the dark cab. His breasts were visible in the dashboard lights, small but unmistakable, rising and falling with each shallow breath.

He kept his gaze out the window.

But the changes didn't stop.

It started as a numbness between his legs. Subtle, easy to miss at first—like sitting on a hand that had fallen asleep. He shifted in the seat, trying to ignore it, but the numbness spread, warm and deep, settling into the core of him.

Then the shrinking began.

Matt's breath hitched. He couldn't feel it exactly, but he *knew*. The familiar weight between his thighs was diminishing—slowly, steadily, like sand slipping through fingers. His cock, already smaller than it had been that morning, was retracting further. Pulling inward.

His balls drew up tight against his body, the skin there softening, thinning. He felt the sac begin to flatten, the tissue within rearranging itself with a strange, internal sliding sensation.

"Almost there," Jonas said, eyes on the road.

Matt said nothing. He was gripping the seat now.

The changes accelerated, or maybe he'd just stopped being able to ignore them. His cock continued to withdraw, the head shrinking, the shaft narrowing, pulling back into the flesh that was once his scrotum. The skin there was changing texture, smoother, more delicate, the hair disappearing.

He felt his pelvis ache, a deep structural shift as the bones widened further, making room for something new. The tissue between his legs was folding now—opening—he could feel the lips forming, soft and sensitive, where there had been nothing but flatness moments before.

A slick warmth bloomed inside him. Unfamiliar. Deep.

His hips pressed against the seat differently. The empty space where he used to *be* felt complete now. Finished.

Matt squeezed his eyes shut, one hand drifting unconsciously to press against the seam of his pants—feeling only softness. Flatness. A seam resting against something warm and newly formed that sent a shiver up his spine.

"You good?" Jonas asked, pulling into the campground.

Matt's new body pulsed with a strange, foreign heat.