Fuck, I thought. With a glance at the clock I realized that Alex must have gotten out of class early today, cutting my experimentation time short. While I wasn't worried about him seeing me as a girl (my experiment with Gene had convinced me no one would notice my change) I didn't exactly want my horny roommate and best friend ogling my naked body. The idea of a dude getting turned on by me made me wretch a little.
"Hold on!" I called out. I was going to say more, but I hadn't heard my new voice yet and it threw me for a second. Fortunately, I had used the same low setting on my neck as my arms and shoulders, so it was only one octave higher than before, a rich alto instead of a squeaky soprano.
The pause was long enough for Alex to respond, "What?! What's wrong?"
Recovering quickly, I replied, "Just wait a second, I'm getting changed."
He laughed, "Well if that's the case maybe I should hurry up and get in there."
"If you open that door I'm going to fucking stab you," I growled at him.
"Okay, okay. Calm down girl. I'll wait."
With one problem taken care of, I immediately realized I had another one: the light had been shinning on me the whole time. The moment I noticed, I turned it off, but the damage was already done. I could fell myself getting, warm, down there. Reflexively, I looked down to see, but I forgot about my breasts. Instead of my crotch, all I could see were the massive mounds of flesh pushing up into their own cleavage. The sight immediately sent my new vagina into overdrive, becoming moist and slick and hot and flush and a bunch of other completely new sensations that I didn't have a clue how to handle, but I was pretty sure were more intense than any normal girl would have to deal with. I wanted to check it with my hand, but I was pretty sure if I did I wouldn't be able to stop from jilling myself out.
Fuck, I thought again. There wasn't enough time to try and fix it because I didn't want to make Alex wait and get suspicious that something was up. I guess I would just have to focus until I could use the flashlight again. Screwing up all of my concentration, I moved towards my dresser to find something to wear.
I almost failed with just that first step. The simple act set off a chain reaction, my hair swayed, my breasts bounced, my ass jiggled, and my thighs clamped tight on my already throbbing snatch. My bottom lip quivered as I bit back what I was sure would be a moan of ecstasy, and I pushed on.
Not bothering with making things match, I grabbed the first outfit I could find: blue boyshorts, one of my nerdy black T-shirts (now a woman's fit), and some gray sweatpants. Doing my best to ignore the sensations of the underwear tight against my crotch, or the shirt squeezing my breasts into even more pronounced cleavage, I threw on the clothes and opened the door for Alex.