Here I was again, sitting alone at a bar, drinking my sorrows away. I’d come with my friend Mary, but like usual, she’d had a few drinks and was now getting cozy with some guy she just met. Girls just seemed to avoid me whenever I tried to approach them. So instead, I decided to get drunk and be alone in my thoughts, and it was getting to the point that I seriously needed to use the bathroom.
Wobbly standing up, I somehow made my way to the back of the bar where the bathrooms were. Unfortunately, my vision was spinning a bit too much, and I wasn’t quite sure which was the men’s bathroom and which was the women’s so I took a guess and tumbled into the first stall I saw. After doing my business, I just sat down on the toilet and closed my eyes, trying to level myself a little bit.
Twenty minutes later, I felt a bit more sober, stood up, and walked out of the stall. And that’s when I realized I’d made the wrong guess. I was in the women’s restroom. Shit. I didn’t hear anyone else in here, so if I hurried up, washed my hands, and got out, I didn’t think anyone would notice.
I turned on the water and reached for the soap dispenser, which squirted out some pinky foamy soap into my hand. But…when I went to lather and rinse the soap off my hands, it started…tingling? Both of my hands started tingling underneath the soap, and, fearing some sort of allergic reaction. I tried to wash it off. The soap rinsed off after a few seconds, but the tingling only grew stronger in my hands, and began extending up both of my arms.
Suddenly, I watched in amazement as my hands shrunk down and my nails seems to become finely manicured. They almost looked like belonged on a girl! After their transformation, the tingling instantly disappeared in my hands, but was now extremely strong in my arms and had begun spreading out all over my body. And that’s when I glanced over at a small warning on the soap dispenser.
“Warning: For female use only. Unpredictable side-effects may occur with male use.”
My thick arms slimmed down and were purged of all of their hairs. In a panic, I grabbed them; they were extremely soft and smooth to the touch. I felt a sucking sensation in my stomach as I was overtaken by the sensation of being punched in the gut. As it passed, I reached under my dress shirt and found not my usual overweight belly, but a completely smooth and very thin tummy.
I had to put my hands on the counter of the sink to stop from falling over as I felt my hips contort in ways I never felt possible. My waist pulled in to my new impossibly thin proportions while my hips jutted out further than they’d ever been, and I could feel that I now had an hourglass shaped torso. My butt bubbled out as well, ripping my pants in the process, creating two magnificent globes of flesh I would’ve loved to see on any girl’s backside.
My legs reformed themselves to be long, wispy, and extremely sexy looking; my feet followed suit. I was entirely female from the neck down with the exception of two noticeable areas. After a quick pause in my transformation, they got to work.
My penis, fully erect by the process happening to my body, began experiencing the same tingling sensation that had traveled through the rest of my body. Not thinking clearly and not knowing what else I could do, I stuck my dainty hand down my pants, hoping to get some sort of release. As I rubbed, it wouldn’t come, the sensations holding me just a beat away from orgasm. And yet the feeling grew stronger and stronger as I felt my penis shrinking smaller and smaller. I rubbed and held on for as long as I could, until my penis and balls were actually inside of me.
And then it hit. A pure blast of euphoria rocked me to my entire core, sending absolutely bliss from my new clit through my entire body. I couldn’t help myself but to scream out, in a voice that started out as a rich baritone but quickly dissolved into a sexy, high-pitched alto. My chest, which had been lying dormant, instantly burst out into to luscious orbs of flesh, quickly protruding from my body. My new breasts expanded against my dress shirt, which could not hold the new matter inside of it as it drew tighter and its buttons popped off and went flying against the mirror.
The orgasmic rush flowed up to my face, in a flash transforming it from my ugly masculine mug into the face of a goddess, short balding brown hair exploding into curly white blonde locks that went down half my back. As I felt the tingling wave head inside my brain towards its final destination, I saw my white dress shirt press into an extremely tight fitting top, leaving my enormous tits on display and giving a tiny peek at my belly. My pants fused and shifted into a long pink patterned skirt that still gave a great outline of my killer ass, and I knew instinctively that my underwear was now a matching silk bra and pantie set.
Thoughts and memories had already started reorganizing themselves in my mind. My understanding of different coding languages and coding practices was wiped clean, replaced with an understanding of medicine and the human anatomy. Thinking of my work uniform evoked memories no longer of a Polo shirt and nice pants, but of scrubs that did way too good a job of hiding what a knockout I was underneath. The sour mood of a loner virgin was replaced with the perky attitude of a woman would could recall dozens of sexual positions and experiences. Even my name was falling under the spell. Cory…Corey…Courey…Courney…Courtney.
Taking one last look in the mirror at my perfect reflection, I put my makeup back into my purse and pulled out my phone. Mary had been trying to contact me for the past twenty minutes! Silly Mary. She didn’t have a body as hot as mine. She didn’t realize the time it took to look this good. There were a lot of hot studs out there, and I wanted to make sure I could properly tease them all before picking one to take home and have my way with. Unless…I wonder if Mary would be up for a threesome?
