As I clicked confirm, I saw a slight shimmer, like a shockwave of light emanating from the computer, and then... nothing.
"What had I expected?" I said to myself. "That this program was real?" I realized my beer was empty, and got up to get another. I came back, sat down, and decided to surf some porn before going to bed. Kinky, submissive schoolgirls. As I watched a video of a seemingly innocent girl getting sexually humiliated, I found myself fantazising from her point of view. Toying around with the Chronivac program must have awakened something in me, because I had never before had fantasies of submission. Nor of men.
I came, and decided to get to bed. Getting out of my chair, I noticed that it seemed... bigger than it used to be. How drunk was I? No. Things were definitely bigger. I found a measuring tape, and tried to measure myself. To get an exact measure wasn't easy, but I was definitely several inches lower than I used to be. The scale in the bathroom told a similar story. I was over 30 pounds lighter than I had been this morning. And the mirror... I was pretty drunk, but the face staring back at me wasn't the one I was used to. It was softer, more feminine, and there was no stubble.
"Oh, shit. The Chronivac really does work?" I felt my stomach churn. Felt nauseous. How much had I had to drink? And with my rapidly decreasing weight, what would that result in? I swallowed. Stumbled towards my bedroom, and lay down.
The night, I drifted in and out of consciousness, in and out of the weirdest dreams. At no time was I certain if I was awake or dreaming, but there was, it seemed, some sort of logic and progression to it all. It seemed to be... like a life flashing before my eyes, condensed. I was a little girl. Then I was me, in my bedroom, but it was not quite my bedroom anymore. I was a young teenager, had my first crush on a boy. I was in my bedroom, but it was filled with girly things. I was 18, moving away from home, off to college, looking forward to getting away from my chaste and repressive hometown to the big city. I was in my bed, in my studio apartment.
The sun was warming up my face when I finally woke up for real. I stretched, and felt a weight shift on my chest. The dreams. Opening my eyes, my mind came to a realization. This was not the bedroom I remembered I had gone to sleep in last night. I looked to both sides. The room definitely belonged to a girl, but there was no sign of any girl beside me. Lifting the covers, looking down, confirmed my suspicions. There were breasts on my chest, and a slit where my penis had used to be.