Joe awoke the next morning feeling groggy. Looking down at his body, he could see that his breasts had gone from an overflowing d cup to a loose c cup. A whole cup size smaller. In contrast, his little pecker had grown an inch making it about an inch and a half long. He sat up noticing his hairy legs looked a little longer and so were his arms.
Standing up and walking to the bathroom, he undressed. Joe sat down on the toilet, squishing his little balls on the seat. Standing back up, he noticed he was taller. There was a height measurer on the wall behind the door. Standing up against it, Joe checked where his head measured. Before she started changing, Joan had been a little short of 5'4. As a guy, he was now 5'9 and still growing, he thought, looking closer at his hand. His fingers were less dainty, his hands a little bit bigger, with budding hairs on the backs of them.
Looking down at his feet, Joe guessed they had grown from around a size 9 to a size 11. Opening the cabinet and looking into the mirror, Joe could see he had some more changes overnight. Subtle alterations had taken effect on his figure. Joan's wide child bearing hips were more narrow on Joe, and his shoulders had become more broad. His long brown hair was starting to shorten back into his scalp, the roots turning darker. Joan had always been built like her mother, but now it seemed that his father's Y chromosomes were beginning to gain dominance over his mother's X chromosomes.
Worse, his sideburns were growing longer and he had what looked like a teenage boy's first successful attempt at facial hair with little whiskers on his chin and upper lip. The rest of his face felt less smooth as well. Joe could just make out the beginnings of an Adam's apple on his neck.
At least the rest of his body hadn't grown any hairier, he thought, unaware of the faint down that grew in a line on his lower back or the new hairs on his ass cheeks.
As Joe was looking at himself in the mirror, Vanessa opened the door, not realizing Joe was in there. Their faces both turned beat red and Vanessa apologized profusely. He saw her pink nightgown that highlighted the curves of her hips and butt. Joe felt his tiny cock stir in arousal as it became 2 inches hard, it was his first erection. Looking back at Vanessa, he covered his crotch with his hands and shuffled off to her parent's bedroom to grab a pair of briefs to wear until Vanessa was done in the bathroom so he could change clothes.
"Oh, morning Joe. I didn't think you'd be up this early." Vanessa said, trying not to make a big deal out of the awkward situation. Overnight, she had gone from being a head higher than Joe, to only an inch taller than him.
Vanessa fixed breakfast for the two and they started talking.
"So," Vanessa began. "How are you feeling this morning, Joe?"
"Oh, aside from the fact that I'm starting to take after my dad's figure..." he said sarcastically. "I'm fine" Joe answered, his voice cracking on that last word.
Joe's eyes went wide, as he tried to clear his throat to no avail. Joe hated what was happening to him, he hated how hairy he was getting, and he hated that his voice was changing. But most of all, he hated...no, dreaded, becoming a man.
Joe's face turned red as he started to weep into his hands.
"I'm such a freak." Joe sobbed, tears running down his scruffy face.
"You are not a freak." Vanessa said putting her arm around him.
"Really?" He asked. "I have balls, I need to shave my face each morning, there is hair growing on my chest."
"You're my best friend, Joe. We've been friends since were kids, we tell each other everything, and we know each other better than we know ourselves." She consoled. "And no amount of body hair, or male anatomy is going to change that."
"Promise?" Joe asked, his voice breaking again.
"Promise." Vanessa answered, hugging her friend.