Try to fix it yourselves

You hand your wrist device to Kendall. "Alright, let's try and fix this."

"Okay." Kendall examines the wrist device. "Do you trust me?"

Kendall has been your closest friend for months now. Even though you barely knew her, or that she was a her, you've put your life in her hands many times already. Of course you trust her. "Absolutely."

Kendall gives you a cute smiles. She really was quite beautiful, even if she is a little flat. But maybe you prefer that. Especially considering how your reflection right now consist of a woman with much larger breasts. And they are honestly quite heavy.

But you'll rather not think about that right now. So you avert your gaze from the mirror to Kendall fiddling with your wrist band.

"Ow!" A sudden pain shoot through your wrist.

"Sorry" Kendall says, "It seems like attempting to remove the wristband only sends out an error signal. It says, origin unknown, result may be permanent. I think that means if is unsure what you actually look like and that removing it may mean you'll be stuck.

You shiver at the thought. How many times have you used the device, blindly trusting that nothing like this would not happen. That the device would put everything back the way it was suppose to be? How many times. You never considered the possibilities of what could go wrong. Maybe you should never have signed up for this job in the first place. But then again, then you would never have meet Kendall and her lovely kind smile. "Okay. So can we restore me first before removing the band?"

Kendall fiddles some more. "Honestly, this is out of my field. I'm guessing I could try to rewire it to an earlier state. That might pull it back to remember your old self. That might work. But I'm in no way sure."

You think it through. Its either take of the band, and risk getting stuck, or try to rewire it and risk getting stuck. The alternative is telling someone, but that might get you fired, suspended and fined, They may even take your pay, and that's the whole reason you are out here, so far away from Earth. Considering how the band told you that option one would cause permanence, you feel that option two is safer. "Just try to rewire it. You have my blessing."

Kendall nods. "Alright, here goes nothing."

Kendall fiddles with her small screw inside the device and suddenly you feel a new set of rush. "Oh, I think it's working!" You exclaim, until you notice that you seem to be shrinking, not rising! Panic settles in! "What's happening to me now?"

"Um..." is all Kendall can say. She pulls back, giving you space.

You feel you hair touching your ears, moving down your shoulders, as it grows out more and more.

"I thought you said you would fix it!" You shout at Kendall.

"I said I'd try. I'm sorry, Derrick, I didn't know what it would do!"

"Oh my god, it's not over!" You shrink even more as you feel your body expand and swell up more. Your ass and hips balloons out and you have to pull down your pants. Then the tension moves upwards. Especially to your chest area. You feel your growing breasts pressing against your shirt, and you're powerless to stop what happens next: your buttons pop, revealing your new massive cleavage!

"HOLY SHIT!" You scream out. You stare at yourself in the mirror. You're a god forsaken woman now. The kind of woman you'd hope notice you. The kind of woman you dream about. The kind of woman you watch dirty videos about. The problem is just, you are that woman!

You touch your chest and immediately shiver. Your new breasts are not only heavy, but also sensitive! Your nipples start poking through your ill fitting clothes because of your touch. Jesus. You lower your gaze to your hips, turn around to look at your size-able ass. You can literally feel the fat jiggle. You run your hands over it. You're afraid to admit that it feels nice. Then your hands shoot to your crotch. Oh god, it's really gon-

"Okay, that's enough of that. I think we should find you some clothes, no?" Kendall interrupts you.

"Clothes? Why would I need clothes?"

"You can't go around looking like a stripper onboard."

"I can't go around at all. If anyone notices, they'll detain me for not wearing protocol. Then what do we do?"

"Derrick, maybe its for the best. We are clearly in over our heads here. Maybe it's time to go to the experts. I'll accept the punishment for you if I can, after all, it was my idea. But i don't want to have your stuck in as something you are not on my conscience."

"I really need this job. But, maybe it's not worth the tits over?"

"Anyway, why don't I find you something to wear and we'll take it from there? Okay?"

You agree. While Kendall rummages through her clothing for something that might fit your new body, you explore it in the mirror. You have somewhat gotten used to not seeing your own face in the mirror anymore, but seeing a woman in the mirror is weird on a whole other level. Your body feels pressed and tight in your own clothes. Which is kind of awkward, cause your body is also clearly more sensitive. So moving around too much just makes you tickles all over.

"Here, try this, it's the largest I could find to fit your new, uh, larger frame. I had to give up on finding you a bra. I have nothing no where close to your size. sorry."

"That's okay. Thanks anyway." You head to the bathroom and undresses. It feels freeing getting out of the old clothes. And you can't help but take a glance at your new self naked. You freeze. Your body right now is like a goddess. Curvy and beautiful. When you move around, things move with your. When you breath, your chest bounces slightly. It's a strange feeling. But not necessarily unwelcome. Alarming, yes, but that's more because you are stuck. In fact, you have gotten used to feeling at ease in another body than your own. Is this truly so different?

You touch your breasts. It sends shivers through your body. They are soft and quite sensitive. When you massage them, you can feel it rippling through your body. You have to stop yourself from moaning out. Was that just a natural reflex? To moan at pleasure? Interesting.

Your hand move down your body. Its so soft to the touch. This time a small moan actually does escape you. You freeze. Did Kendall hear that? You listen. No response or sound from her. You look down at your crotch. Where your member used to hang, but is now absent. Instead there's a slit. You reach down. The skin around the slit is also sensitive. Do you dare go further? Ever so slowly you move your fingers closer to the hole. Prepared to abort at the first sign of outside wold intervention or any kind of discomfort, you push your fingers inside yourself. Instead your brain explodes.

This time you moan loud, any thought of Kendall hearing has left your head. You push in further, every movement sends ecstasy through your body. Your arch your hips in, twist your body as the pleasure rides your out. You start thrusting, "Ahhhh". You feel something build and then explode. Your body spasm, but you barely notice. You need to sit down, so you collapse on the floor. You take a second. You can still se yourself in the mirror from your position on the floor. You look quite literally like a hot mess. What you just experienced was one of the most intense experiences in your life. You wouldn't mind feeling that again.

"Derrick?" Kendall nock on the door. "You, uh, okay?"

You jump. "Yes. I'm good. Sorry. Just a second." You stand up and gather yourself. Time to be somewhat normal. You put on the clothes Kendall gave you with some unease, she's right that your front, your breasts, are all too large for her clothes, but you manage to get yourself dressed anyway.

You exit the bathroom. "This might be a little uncomfortable, every time I bend a little backwards, my breasts threatens over jump out. Jesus, I just referrer to these flesh orbs as my breasts. We have to fix this, Kendall!"

"And we will. But like I said, I don't think we can do this ourselves. I know you're afraid of going to someone, of telling someone, but, what is the alternative?" Kendall says.

Maybe Kendall is right. Maybe it is time to see some professionals?