For a few seconds Bill’s vision was too blurred to see, when it cleared up Matt was on longer occupying the space he had been standing, instead of him was a confused adult woman in her late twenties. Her hair was a long mane shiny of golden locks, her eyes were bright violet, her teeth were perfectly white, her lips were of a good quality and she had a button nose. She was also pretty tall with long fine but muscle legs and her delicate soft hands ended with long blue painted manicured nails and very big chest. She wore a long gold chain necklace that seemed to have been placed there to emphasise her large set of asset, while her earlobes were pierced by a set of silver earrings. Her last accessory was a small navy blue purses that hung over her left shoulder.
As for clothing, her main piece was a professional navy blue blazer jacket with golden buttons, underneath the a was a light grey blouse, the blouse was a navy blue pencil skirt. Meanwhile, her long elegant legs were wrapped in pantyhose. Finally, she wore a pair of light blue high heels.
The overall impression, she was a strong professional who took great pride in her skill and appearance, that she was someone who should always be taken seriously, the only thing that didn’t fit with picture was her confused and dizzy expression.
“What happened?” The woman asked her voice remind Bill of his mother's.
“Hey Bill, why are you staring at me like that and did you shrink, why do I feel so strange?”
Suddenly a theory, to the woman’s identity popped into Bill’s head. “Matt is that you?”
The woman gave Bill an annoyed look, “Of course it's me, stupid!?”
“Um...Matt looks down,” The women looked down as Bill instructed, only then did notice her large pair of breast. The woman cheeks turned red with panic, “holy…” she stopped talking and covered her mouth only just realising that something was wrong with it.
Their only logical explanation was either this was some sort of elaborate prank, or the rock had transformed Matt into a woman.
“I’m a woman! How the hell did this happen!” The woman who was probably Matt began to devolve into a panic that would be comical if the reason behind it wasn’t so terrifying. "My hair is my eyes and these shoes, how does in one walk in them!” Matt then stumbles slight, before grabbing her hair.
“How do we fix this?” Matt moaned, while Bill looked on trying desperately create a plan of action.
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