"Well, here we are," said Stacy, as she opens the door to her apartment. You look inside and see that it is tastefully decorated, with a soft plush carpet and a large couch. There is a huge fireplace, but no television. But the other furniture and decorations make it clear that Stacy is very wealthy, probably from her modeling career.
"Well, don't be shy. Come in, " said Stacy, as she gently pulls you into the apartment. Once inside, she lets go of you, and walks towards her room. "By the way, I really should have asked earlier. What's your name?"
"I'm Sam, " you say nervously.
"Well, Sam, make yourself at home. I am going to slip into something a little more comfortable, " says Stacy, as she walks into her room. Suddenly, soft seductive music begins to play from hidden speakers. You are beginning to think this was a bad idea.
"Um, I usually don't do this kind of thing. Maybe I should just go, " you say nervously.
From her room, you hear Stacy laugh. She pokes her head out of the door. "Me neither, Sam. I usually don't do this on a first date. But there is just something .... different about you. Why don't you just relax and have a drink? We can talk after I have finished changing. I won't do anything you don't want to do. We can just talk, and take it from there. And if you are still uncomfortable, you can leave whenever you like."
You look towards the small bar in the corner of the room. After pouring yourself a drink, you do feel more relaxed.
What the hell, you think. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Might as well take advantage of it. You can always change back later.
You place the keychain flashlight on the bar, and walk over to the large oversized couch. You sink into the soft cushions, and feel even more relaxed.
Stacy emerges in a slim black negligée. Her equipment is hidden in a small sling. It doesn't appear large, but it is definitely a penis. The sight of it is a little unnerving. You find yourself repulsed and curious at the same time.
Stacy sits beside you and smiles. "Oh, Sam, you must feel so stuffy in those old clothes. Why don't you slip out of them? You can wear some of my things. Here, I can help, " says Stacy, as she starts to undress you.
"No, no, I can do it myself, " you say, as you gently push her away. She stands up, walks over to the bar, and pours herself a drink.
You take off your shirt and pants, but leave on your underwear. You are still a little nervous, and not sure how far you want to go.
Stacy looks at you, and laughs a little. You feel a little embarrassed and try to cover yourself.
"What's so funny?" you ask, a little angry.
"Sorry, dear. But you really should shave more often. Those legs are nice, but I am not really into the 'au natural' hippy thing," said Stacy.
You look down at your legs, and flush bright red. You had forgotten that the only thing you changed was your genitals. You really should have changed a little bit more before you tried this. You look around for the keychain, and see it at the bar. Stacy follows your gaze, and grabs it in her hands.
"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to insult you. Please don't go. I can deal with it. Or if you like, I can help you shave. It can be quite fun. We just need to trim you a little, maybe just here, " said Stacy, as she pointed the keychain flashlight at you and depressed the button. A light pink light shot out, bathing your upper thighs. They slowly to start to get shorter, while getting wider and thicker as they fill with a little muscle and fat. The hair on your thighs gets lighter and softer.
Stacy shuts off the light in shock. She was merely trying to point out something on your body with the light, like a laser pointer. She had no idea it could affect you this way.
"What is this? Some kind of laser hair removal thing?" said Stacy.
"Just give it to me," you say, as you walk towards her.
She senses your tension, and knows you are hiding something. She shines it at you again, as you walk towards her. This time the light is brighter. She runs it up and down your legs. Your thighs and calves become even shorter, while plumping up. You skin tingles as it gets softer and you lose all body hair. You trip a little as your feet shrink and become smaller and more slender.
You reach Stacy and try to grab the keychain flashlight away from her. She holds it above your head. She was taller than you before, but now that you have shrunk she seems like a giant towering over you. You sigh and give up your fruitless attempts to retrieve the flashlight.
Stacy smiles with satisfaction, like a cat that has caught a canary. "Well, well. It look like you have some explaining to do, young lady," said Stacy with a Cheshire grin.