Chad's chest feels tight. His right palm reaches to feel his beating heart. Suddenly, his chest explodes a huge boob slaps his palm. Instinctively, Chad feels up the boob. It feels so good. He's losing himself in the sensations. Both hands are fondling his new huge boobs, as his arms and legs begin to shrink. He loses his muscular definition. His hair is growing like mad.
"You make one hell of a blond bimbo," says a young male voice with a laugh. "I'd pretty much struck out with every girl in the junior class, so your buddy Bruno suggested I try asking a senior. I think he meant a girl, but when I said that I would, Bruno suggested you. The bastard was implying that one or both of us were gay, but it hit me that you were a total stud as a male, you'd make a bitching hot female." He paused, and added, "Oh, yes, the shoes fit now! And the bimbo juice I slipped you may cost you IQ points, but it makes you my totally obedient love slave. Isn't that right, Chad?"
Chad blushed and awkwardly tried to cover himself, and he giggled in a high pitch girly tone, "Yes, master." She tried desperately to remember her master's name, she stammered, "Uh, yes, Master, Master? Forgive me, master, but I can't recall your name?" she looked so desperate to please.
"No reason Chad should ever have noticed me, so how could you know that my name is..."