Jesse had lost his temper a while ago but now something else started to build inside of him, as the new changes started to be more and more visible. A faint trace of fear stung his heart as his manhood disappeared without a trace. Now instead of his once proud cock, there was nothing more than a slit.
Basically he wasn’t a man anymore.
“Andy open the fucking door!” Jesse screamed again, finding his voice now much higher than just seconds ago. Girlish, bubbly even.
He gasped, covering his mouth. He ran his fingers through his throat confirming, that his Adam’s apple was now nothing more than a memory.
“Andy!” Jesse shriek again, banging on the door. There was no response other than a loud, manly moan that made Jesse shiver a little as he understood what does it mean for him.
Or rather her.
The fear was something new in Jesse’s head. When he was still perfect young man, he rarely felt something like this. But now the table was turning on him as he found out that not only was he becoming less and less manly, but he was loosing once his proud strength – each hit on the door more and more weaker as his hands became small and dainty, his fingers long and delicate.
“Miss, please…!”
“I told you I’m not a…!” Jesse stopped in the mid-sentence as he found out that no longer could he look into the attendants eyes without raising his head.
Not only that but the room around him looked much bigger as he slowly was reaching sub-five club.
“Miss are you okay?”