"No, listen Ashley," I murmured in embarrassment as my cheeks began to glow, I was still ashamed of my new feminine voice, "It's me, Alan."
At first, Ashley was in shock, but almost instantly, she broke from her silence and approached me out of curiosity. She was clearly intrigued by me, but I was intimidated by the size difference she now possessed over me. A few moments ago, I had to look down to face her, but now there I was, standing over six inches shorter than her, having to look up just to stare into her wandering eyes. I was caught off balance as she sharply clutched my shoulders, as if to demonstrate the strength she now had over my small, fragile form. She looked deep into my eyes, and realized that I was telling the truth. She released me and smiled.
"I thought you looked familiar."
I was confused by this statement, until she continued. "What happened?"
"I don't know," I replied in desperation, "One minute I was chatting with you, then I went to the toilet, and the next thing I knew, I looked like this! Please Ashley, you've got to help me!"
Never had I felt so pathetic. There I was, struggling to cover my feminine body with my over-sized clothes, blabbering like a little girl in front of this busty school girl in the middle of the girl's lavatory. I had no idea how it happened, but at that point, whether it was futile or not, I was desperate for help, or at least comfort. This was not what I wanted. I wanted to change back, but unfortunately, there was little that I could do.
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