Hours later, Matt woke up with a start. He sat up straight in his bed breathing heavily. As he calmed down from what must have been a bad dream, he began to take a look at himself and surroundings. The clock said he had been in bed for 3 hours. He felt warm and had broken out in a sweat. He had felt a little nauseous and slightly dizzy.
He got up slowly and delicately and proceeded to the bathroom halfway down the hall to grab some Tylenol.
He flipped on the light and was blinded by the brightness. Shielding his eyes, he opened the medicine cabinet and took out two pills. He grabbed the cup by the sink and filled it with water. Soon, he had those two painkillers traveling down to his stomach to hopefully ease his pain.
As he closed the cabinet, he caught a look of himself in the mirror. He was pale and sweaty. He looked very sick. He felt his hands start to shake when he thought he noticed something different. His eyes... no, it couldn't be. But wait, yes, they were green. For as long as he could remember, his eyes had always been brown, day in and day out. However, there was no mistaking it that tonight, his eyes were indeed green in color. He was concentrating so hard on his eyes that he almost missed something else. Looking up, he noticed his hair looked shaggier than usual. That was something he would need to take care of when he felt better. But, as he continued to look at it, it seemed to get even shaggier. Before long, there was no mistaking that his hair was visibly growing.
By this time, he was very freaked out. Yet it seemed all he could do was continue to watch as his hair slowly covered up his ears and approached his neckline. He had no idea what was going on. He start to run his shaky hands through his growing locks of brown hair. It was now long enough he could pull it in front of his face and look at it. He was focusing on his hair when just beyond it, the mirror seemed to slide up the wall. As he looked around the room, it seemed everything was slowly getting taller. Looking down, he saw the ground was getting closer. He let out a yelp. His voice cracked as he did so, which reminded him of his years going through puberty. Looking back at the mirror, he saw that it was no longer moving. He took this to mean he had stopped shrinking. He was able to gauge that he had lost about 7 inches from height of 6'2". This made him about 5'6". Taking a look at his hair again, he saw it had stopped growing at a length just passed his shoulders.
He looked at his eyes again, when he thought he saw his face change. His cheekbones became more defined. His skin seemed smoother, and his lips looked fuller. Looking down at the rest of his, he saw the muscle he had worked so hard to build, was slowly deteriorating. His hands, arms and legs became slender. His waist was shrinking. However, his hips seemed to be doing the opposite. He could feel his shorts get tighter around the waistband. Looking back, he saw his ass fill out. He was definitely becoming very girlish in his figure. However, it became official as he felt his manhood shrink away, and a warmth grow in his crotch. Reaching down, he felt smoothness and folds of skin. He was now female. He screamed, but stopped short as he heard the cry of a girl escape his mouth. He covered his mouth with his hands hoping to stop the sound from ever leaving again.
Thats when he felt tingling on his chest. Pulling up his shirt, he looked down and saw that his nipples were a lot larger than normal. The area around them was darker and larger as well. However, he could barely believe it when he saw them being pushed out away from his chest forming two, distinguishable bumps. These bumps grew bigger. He could feel the weight increasing on his chest as they continued to swell. He slid his hands over them and jumped as he felt and electric surge when his nipples were brushed. He cupped his boobs, for thats what they were, and could feel them pressing against his hands as they continued to gain mass. The weight was getting heavier when suddenly, the growth stopped. He dropped his boobs and felt them tug at his chest. They bounced and swayed slightly before coming to a rest. Looking back at the mirror he saw a face he recognized all too well. He let out a high pitched, feminine scream as he saw the face of his sister looking back at him in the mirror.
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