Frank pulled the device out of his pocket, holding it so Irene couldn't see it. He then pointed it toward Rachel and pushed the button. Then as he got within a couple of feet of Rachel he pointed it toward himself and pressed it again.
Immediately Frank's perspective shifted. He suddenly felt a great deal shorter and smaller. He looked over and saw the device in a large male hand. He reached over and took it quickly as he looked up to see Rachel with her head turned greeting Irene. Her head was on a large male body...his large, paunchy male body. She didn't seem to notice that he had taken anything from her hand. He looked down at the device, but was more amazed at his soft, small hand and long, perfectly manicured nails. He then noticed that he had a weight on his shoulder and looked over to see Rachel's purse hanging there. He quickly placed the device in his purse before anyone, especially John, could see that he had it out.
Finally he had a chance to relax and take more of an inventory of his new body. His mind was overwhelmed immediately as he looked down. There were two large mounds blocking his view. Rachel's breasts...his new breasts, covered in a light pink button down shirt. Leaning further forward, Frank looked over his breasts to see he was wearing a blue jean skirt and a pair of sandals.
"Did you drop something bro?" John suddenly asked as Frank looked up to see John approaching him.
"Oh no...I mean yeah...I thought I dropped a coin, but I don't see anything."
"What...do you have a hole in your purse, dude? I expect you can do without a coin...let's go sit down."
Frank was amazed that John didn't notice anything different about him. Here he stood with Rachel's body...the body of John's wife... and John didn't realize it.
"Sounds good," Frank answered and followed John to the table, the two wives trailing.
As Frank walked he realized that he felt very different in his mid-section. There was a definite lack of body part there. He longed to reach down and feel his new crotch, but knew that would be very unacceptable in the restaurant, so he just concentrated on the sensation he was receiving. He inner thighs rubbed together under his skirt, and there was a clear void where they met. He then placed his hand down on his hip and rubbed. When he did so he had a feeling of a silky material move under his skirt. "My panties," he thought.
When Frank got to the table, he sat and focused on...
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