Call in some help

Andy kicked the book aside walked across the room to grab his phone. Or, he started to. The discomfort of his pants made it next to impossible to actually move around easily. He decided to just strip out of them and deal with that in a moment. Grabbing his phone, he unlocked it and went to send a message to his friend, Joey.

You: Hey, can you come by? I need your help with something.

Joey: What's up?

He considered for a moment, not sure how much to give away over text.

You: I just need you to come over and fuck me.

Staring at the message he had just sent, Andy's mouth fell open. "What the fuck?" he asked. Joey's response was pretty much the same. Watching, Andy saw his feminine hand twist the phone it was holding down toward his pussy, ready to take a picture. He grabbed the phone with his other hand and exited the camera then sent a text making an excuse that his sister must have messed with his phone to make certain words say other things. Joey didn't seem completely convinced, but he said he'd be by in a bit.

Andy dropped his phone to his desk and gasped as he realized that he had started fingering himself again. Or, rather, his hand had decided to finger him. He could feel his fluids flowing down his legs. Before his eyes, he could see them becoming more feminine, hair disappearing. Grabbing a towel, he wiped himself off before it reached his knees and he **** his hand up and away from his pussy.

"This is gonna be trouble..." he said, still not used to his new voice. "How the hell am I supposed to deal with this?"

His phone buzzed and he looked at it, seeing a text from Joey. Asking if he wanted any food. He replied, with his left hand, saying he was fine. It was only once he sent it off that he felt a tickle on his arm. Looking up, he could see the shiny fluid dripping down, a line already reaching his upper arm. Again, before his eyes his arm thinned out and became feminine. He moved it, wiped it with the towel, but the changes stuck. Could he feel a little resistance as he moved his arm? Could it fight him like his hand had been?