Before picking up the phone, you practice talking how you did before you were changed. Your vocal cords are quite malleable and can create a wide range of voices when stretched the right way, but tend to default to a deep husky fem voice. After getting your old voice about right, you pick up the phone and dial Jane's number.
"Hey Jane, want to come over today? I've got a movie we can watch together", you ask.
"Ooh, that sounds fun~ I gotta do some errands but I'll be able to see you in about an hour, is that fine with you?"
"Oh sure, I'll see you then. Bye"
"Bye honey"
You moan as you let your vocal cords relax, any longer and you would have slipped into your new voice. While you wait, you start to play with the new parts of your body.
You lay back down on the couch and begin to massage your breasts with your upper hands. With your lower hands you reach down and spread open your pussy as your tongue makes its way down. As it slides in, you can feel it stirring up something from within. it isn't long before you can see the tip of your cock appearing out of your cloaca. Your tongue wraps around it and you let loose a deep throaty moan as it pulls it out more and more. It looks to be about a foot long now.
You start to jerk yourself off and play with your breasts at the same time, but now your cock is different than before. It seems to be similar to your breasts, which have started to let loose a torrent of latex. Squeezing your cock is immensely pleasurable and releases a gush of green cum.
The most pleasurable thing of all, however, is knowing what you're doing to your couch. As you roll about, squishing your most sensitive areas against the faux leather, you spray your latex all over the couch and a little not on the couch too. Like everything else, the couch retains its color but becomes rubbery and almost slick. You spend nearly the whole hour squirting green fluid from almost every orifice on your body everywhere, until you hear your doorbell ring.
You're about to quickly clean yourself and the living room up before realizing that your messes conveniently clean themselves, soaking in to whatever material they touch and filling them with gooey rubber.
You open the door to reveal: Jane Evergreen. You tower over her, in the same way that you tower over everyone else, but you didn't always- the two of you used to be nearly the same height as each other. She has a well toned body with disappointingly flat breasts, although this never seemed to bother you before. Her slender face is framed with fair hair- short and curly. Her perpetually bored brown eyes stare at you blankly as she blinks rapidly at the image before her, perhaps trying to shoo it away with her eyelids.
"Hey Jane", you say in your old voice.
Her eyebrows dip down as she asks, "Who the what the fuck are you?"