Josh could see and feel that he’d shrunk slightly, maybe a couple of inches shorter. He definitely wasn’t expecting that, but what he really wasn’t expecting was that his sweatshirt would be pushed outward by what was unmistakably a growing pair of breasts. He was just about to pull up his sweatshirt to take a look, when suddenly his clothes shifted and became a lacy, gauzy black babydoll nightie. He could now clearly see the two mounds still enlarging on his chest, distracting him from other changes -- until, that is, he felt a sickening sensation in his crotch, as if his penis were retracting and literally turning itself inside out. He put a hand on the black panties that had replaced his boxer shorts and felt, well, nothing.
He had obviously become a she. She now took note of the other changes -- narrower waist, wider hips, smooth porcelain skin -- she even felt what must have been waist-length hair against her back.
Her first thought was that she’d mumbled, or the dictaphone had misinterpreted what Josh had said, and turned her into Kate’s ideal self. She picked up the dictaphone and hit “rewind,” then “play.”
A male voice emerged from the dictaphone’s speaker, clearly saying, “I’m still my current age, but I look like Kate O’Neill’s ideal romantic partner.”
Trying to think, the female Josh stared at the wall -- still blue, as changed by the dictaphone, but now a lighter pastel shade -- and it suddenly hit her.
Kate’s a lesbian.
She stood up on shaky legs, realizing she was wearing high heels, but noting that they felt surprisingly comfortable. The furniture in the room was different -- cream-colored with flowery accents. The bed was topped with an elaborate canopy. There was a dusty dollhouse in one corner.
Kate’s a lesbian, and not entirely comfortable with it, she realized. That’s why she’d change the topic of conversation when I tried to suggest we be more than friends.
Her closet doors were different -- mirrored -- and she stepped in front of them and gasped. She looked almost nothing like Josh had looked as a male. She had a stunningly beautiful face -- fully made up despite it being past 2:30 in the morning -- with striking blue eyes and long black hair. She definitely wasn’t skinny, but she was definitely not fat, and barely into the “voluptuous” category -- aside from her breasts, which were about the size of honeydew melons. The best comparison was a photoshopped version of Megan Fox, with maybe a touch of Zooey Deschanel, and a certain amount of “generic porn star.”
She was, to say the least, quite different from the petite redheaded Kate.
But wait, most of the stuff in the room is different, I’m very different -- what if things are different between me and Kate?
She started going through the papers on her desk, looking for evidence of her relationship with Kate. First, she found out that her name was Josie, and as she dug, it became apparent that, in this new reality...
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