Man down! Lady up!

"Whoa, Jason. Breathe, breathe! I can't hold shape if you panic!" Chloe didn't expect your sudden reaction to hearing about your friends being in on it. Chloe figured you would have a good, solid support group, but you clearly thought otherwise. You felt your body tingle, feeling sort of like when your leg falls asleep sometimes, and everything went downhill from there...

Everything seemed to happen all at once, as your body imploded--just enough, at least. Inches were shaved off of your height, a problem compounded by the fact that your feet became smaller as well, and for a brief moment you weren't even touching the ground from this change. When you landed, your center of gravity was off, more lower into your suddenly rounded hips and cushioned rear that tapered into these newly sculpted, feminine legs that you could just barely peek at from the bottom of the hospital gown.

With a sudden lack of stable balance, your reached out to grab at the bedframe, but your newly slender arms had lost length as well, and your petite hands grasped at air a few inches from where you'd expected to grip onto the bed. Amanda fortunately had ditched her phone and leapt into action, grabbing you around your slim waist to prop you up. You expelled some air in an 'oof' in response to Amanda's tight grip, which only continued to startle you further to hear a noise coming from your mouth that you would have sworn was more suitable for Amanda to make--the higher pitch and change in timber was unmistakably feminine.

Once you were steady and upright again, your slender hands immediately connected with the most obvious things you noticed in the change--a significant amount of flesh had developed on your chest, which itself along with the shoulders were smaller overall as well, accentuating these newly-minted breasts that swayed and deformed as you pressed and squeezed, gasping at the response. Your hands double-checked for what you already assumed: between your legs, your anatomy had altered dramatically, creating an unexpected smoothness as you felt around.

"Okay, that's enough of that," a frustrated Amanda said, as she sat you down to your bed again with a bit of a shove, returning you to reality where you had to acknowledge that you were in the presence of other people and the grope-fest wasn't very helpful. To distract you, Amanda quickly grabbed a pocket mirror from her bag and held it out to you, so you could see your stunned face's new features.

Your head itself was smaller, which was on par for the rest of your body's inward collapse upon itself. As a side effect, your hair did look a little longer, messy from being in bed but like this it was a cute sort of pixie cut that could indeed be easily styled into something pretty. Wait, no, you can't think about things like that now! Your face looked entirely different, but still recognizable as having been formerly you--your smaller nose, bigger eyes, rounder chin and softer cheeks all looked like a hypothetical sister you might have, but you knew better. There wasn't a trace of hair on your jaw, nor on your arms or even legs now. The only remnants of your former self was your skintone, your eyes, and your hair color, everything else saw at least some adjustment.

"I can't believe it," you said quietly. Your voice sounded all wrong coming from that face--the tone was correct, but you still formed words like a typical guy, holding a flatter effect with your monotone vocalizations.

"That'll take practice," you heard your voice say--or, more correctly, you heard Chloe say it from your hand as she had been doing before, realizing that the voice she had matched yours perfectly, absent a similar speaking style. "Although, I'm happy to take over more control over your body if you'd prefer, I could control you completely even, if the situation calls for it. But that takes up a lot of energy for me to do when also trying to heal you from life-threatening damage, so I'm going to appreciate it if you work on sounding and acting the part."

You leaned forward, resting your head in your hands, your wide eyes staring down at your feet dangling over the edge of the hospital bed. "There's no way I can go back home like this, you have to fix it Chloe..!"

"Well... sorry, Jason. Since this is the first time, I probably won't be able to put you back to your usual shape until later tonight. Besides, Zoe is getting everything prepared for you, and the hospital expects you to be out of this room today since there's nothing that they can detect that's wrong with you on their machines. Not to mention, they aren't even going to recognize you like this when the docs come to do their rounds! So let's get you dressed and get moving."

Before you could say another word, you could feel some strange coldness around your body. Looking down, you saw slime oozing out of your pores, creating a green coating over your body below the neck, before the gel began to seemingly solidify, forming a lime-green bra, panties, followed by a tank and skirt combo. You felt something wrap around your feet, surprised to see simple sneakers, also in green. You tugged off the hospital gown and felt the new fabric wrapped around your body--embarrassed by seeing what you thought was actually a very attractive shape under some fashionable clothes and realizing that it was miles from your typical wardrobe. "What the?!"

"Another trick. I've got a lot of them! So long as you don't mind green, I can always form an outfit you can wear, although it'll slow down my ability to heal you so you're going to want to do some shopping. Clothing and control will both slow or outright pause my ability to repair your body, so your speediest recovery will require you figuring out what to do about your new self."

You heard a jingle, turning toward the doorway where Amanda was holding up a set of keys. "Ready to go? Zoe and the others are waiting at the apartment."

You gulped. Uh oh.