"Okay, I'll stay, " said Sam with sigh.
"Excellent, " said Stacy with a smile, as she pointed the flashlight at him.
"Wait! What are you doing?" said Sam.
"Look, I am going to invite some people over, and you need to look a little more ..... balanced. Don't worry, I will keep it at a low setting," said Stacy.
Sam bit his lip nervously.
"Listen, you can leave anytime you want. But if you stay, you need to get changed. I don't want you embarrassing me in front of my friends, " said Stacy.
"Okay, do it, " said Sam, as he gritted his teeth. "Wait .... did you say friends?"
He was about to protest, but it was too late. The low pink light bathed his upper body and head. His chest and abdomen became smaller, to match his small lower body. His skin became softer, and his body hair faded away. His waist narrowed, and his hips bulged out a little. Two small mounds protruded from his chest and grew to a modest A cup, bordering on a B cup. His hair remained short, but got softer and shaggier, resembling a pixie cut. His face became softer and less angular, with a cute button nose. The pink light shut off, and Sam went to look at himself in the mirror. He no longer looked male, but rather like a tomboy. He imagined this I what his ovaries would have caused him to look like with time. Stacy walked behind him, and placed her hands on his shoulders. She looked massive compared to him now. He couldn't have been more than five feet tall. She examined his body in the mirror.
"Not perfect, but it will do. Unless you want to take it further? " asked Stacy.
Sam shook his head no. Stacy shrugged her shoulders.
"Suit yourself, " said Stacy, as she turned and walked back to the bar. She began to make some calls. Sam wondered what kind of gathering Stacy had planned, and if he had made a mistake.