Suddenly, Dan found himself in a hot, steamy shower.
"A-are you sure that wasn't drugs, John?" Dan attempted to ask you, but as he did put his hand to his throat.
"AHEM," He kept trying to clear it sounded very wrong, like a chipmunk.
"John, I can't see you right now, but can you hear me? Something's wrong with my throat and everything is off-color: my hair doesn't look black anymore, all I see is a bathtub instead of my porch, and my skin seems so pale."
It wasn't just his throat, his voice sounded like he hadn't hit puberty yet. "I'm hearing things too, John," Dan started to panic. "What was in that bowl!??" he rose his voice.
...No answer... Just the hot showers down his head to his body. His weirdly. shaped. body.
"A-a-a-and for some reason, I grew breasts, John," He said, horrified. "Please call the ambulance-- PLEASE!" He cried out, truly thinking he's gone crazy.
He curled up into a ball on the bathtub floor.
The water poured. It was hot-- very hot-- right under the temperature required to scald his skin.
His face hugged against his new, pale-skinned knees. He was scared. His breasts pressed against his thighs.
... It felt nice.
This body liked the hot shower. It felt--
Cathartic, even.
"Is this what tripping balls feels like?" He whispered to himself.
He checked between his legs. He didn't even have balls anymore. He sighed. So far, it seems he hadn't hurt himself. Nothing bad has happening. Is that because he wasn't moving? If he moved whilst tripping, would him in real life move, too?
He was a girl in this vision for some reason-- a girl taking a nice, hot shower. He thought that perhaps her should do something normal. He reached for what seemed to be a girly looking body soap. There were multiple scrubs and wash cloths. Not knowing which was supposed to be owned by this supposed female version of himself, he decided against choosing a scrub at random. He came from a large family and had learned his lesson the hard way.
As a guy who had never touched boobs before at 23-years old, he couldn't resist washing them first. He fondled them in complete awe at the realism of this trip. They felt nice to squeeze, and they were such a natural tear-drop shape. Was this actually real? They seemed so big in his girlish hands and the nipples were like a football field in comparison to the size of his own.
'Is this why people often call their first trip one of the top 10 moments of their life?" He wondered. He scrubbed his toned, tight, yet tiny belly and stuck his girly index finger into his white belly button.
"Even the belly button feels realistic," He gasped. "It's a different shape than my own!"
He traced his supple, tight body. It was soft in the best ways possible around his ass and hips, and so flexible his reached anywhere one his back with either arm with ease. His little toes wiggled in the water.
"This looks so real," He mused, looking at his newfound vulva. He touched the top part and it felt like an electric shock! He tried to wash each part of it.
"OWW!" He cried. "That stings!"
He had learned a hard lesson in life. Don't stuff chemical body wash down your vagina.
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