There was an indistinguishable marking on the bottle and as Tom smacked away the final taste from his lips, there was a slight tingle in the bottom of his stomach.
"So, you dying yet?" Matt joked, laying back on the bed as his interested quickly waned.
"Probably just watered down Acid or some.... thing," but as Tom said it he felt a ringing in his ears followed by the room spinning suddenly. This was caused by him suddenly losing one inch in height but he could only feel his legs wobble before falling to his knees.
"Woah! Dude!" Matt shouted when he say the color drain from his friend's face before his seemingly collapsed.
Hunched over, his hands in his groin, Tom was keen to hide the fact that despite wanting to throw up, his cock was harder than ever suddenly. Worse than that, despite feeling so hard and his hands grabbing, he could hardly feel it in his jeans. In that frantic search, there was a spasm before he orgasmed as hard as ever.
"Oh... god!" he sreamed, his voice cracking.
One of Tom's hand covered his face, obscuring the hair falling from his beard and nose and cheeks softening and taking on a more feminine tone. What Matt that was Tom's hair frizzing was it growing, curls tossing back and forth. Nipples hair, and hot, Tom gasped and kept his hand over his crotch as it wet with every drop of him.
His testicles pushed out every drop before retracting into him, leaving his scrotum to form the start of a vulva and slit; his cock now little more than a swollen clit. Through all of it, his ass and hips had taken on curves, though his height had diminished.
"Tom, stop. You're freaking me out," Matt protested, still more scared for his safety than Tom's as he fell forward to his hands.
Tom watched his digits slim alone with his arms while there was a growing heaviness in one place. Looking under himself, the nipples lead the push while breasts came in behind. Filling to a full D, his areolas dark enough to show through the light shirt, Tom clamped his thighs together to confirm if it was true. If the jiggle of the hips wasn't enough, the lack of any cock or balls was proof.
The heat all over him subsiding and his breaths now slowing, though softer and smaller, Tom stood up, having to grab the waist of his jeans to stop them falling all the way down. He looked over in the mirror to his right.
It was something similar to his sister and mom, perhaps had he been born a girl, down to 5'5" with curves and 140 lbs sloppily hidden in his old clothes. Tom pushed his glasses up his shorter, cuter nose while his shoulder length brown curls swirled around.
"Oh wow," was all Matt could utter at the sight of the fairly attractive girl now in his room.