A quick experiment while on break at work

I work at the Central Library, at the service desk. It's not bad work. The people you tend to meet at the Library are, for the most part, nice folk.

I saw them with new eyes that first day, wondering what they would see if I used the device.

Eventually I got a tea break. The first place I went was the toilet. Our library has a nice unisex toilet set-up, with mirrors and sinks for each stall. That suited me just fine for my purposes.

I went to a stall, and stared in the mirror. I did nothing but breathe and stare at the mirror, daring the man who stood there to use the device, just to see what it did.

I fished my hand into my pocket, and pulled out the device. It seemed to intuit my thinking, and prompted me with the possibility of a simple, instant change. I stared at it for another two minutes.

After ten minutes of my tea break had passed, I simply willed to change gender. Well... I say "simply", but I needed to concentrate on it for a minute: that seems to be a fail-safe of the device.

It was strangely anticlimactic. I looked into the mirror, and a woman looked back at me: not an especially pretty woman, or an ugly one, but a face that would not have been out of place on an aunt of mine. Hair the same length, face about the same age, even the same clothes.

Well, almost the same clothes. I was definitely still wearing a men's patterned dress shirt over top a t-shirt, but I suddenly realised that I was wearing a bra. I felt the unfamiliar elastic strap first, and then realised that I had a bust being held in. I looked down my shirt and saw a fairly functional black bra, clasping two breasts. Maybe a B-cup.

The next logical step, of course, would be to look down my trousers. Here too there was a slight change in clothing: black panties in place of my boxers.

And inside those panties... Well, not what had been there for forty-odd years prior. Nothing, in fact, that I could see.

I did the obvious next thing, and gingerly inserted a hand. Just to check.

Sure enough: a pudendum... some folds, and an entryway. My first feel was clumsy, and I quickly pulled my hand out because of the strangeness. But it confirmed what I should have known but couldn't believe.

I felt gooseflesh all over my body. I quickly washed my hands and went to the break room for a cup of tea. I sat there, staring into space.

Then, suddenly, pop. Somehow I'm not wearing a bra any more, and my trousers suddenly feel significantly fuller. With sudden lucidity I am back as I was when I awoke.

A volunteer entered the break room then. Clara. "Hullo John. Er... are you alright? You look as though you've seen a ghost."

I looked to Clara. I stared for a moment, regaining my bearings. "Sorry, Clara. Thanks for asking. I... don't quite feel myself today. I think I'll be fine though."