Suddenly very curious, you decide to soup-up the flashlight. You take the miniature magnifier lens from that lame Junior Detectives game your Uncle Walter bought you for your tenth birthday, and attach it to the end of the flashlight. Thanks Uncle, you think.
With Zachary out of your room, you point the beam at your right hand. The pink light seems more intense this time, and after the changes stop, you note that your hand is very slim, has turned a very pale color, the hot pink nail polish seems even more hot, if that was even possible, and that just looking at it, you can discern an aura of female. There's no other word to describe it. It's not a aura of sluttiness, or anything like that. You can tell that anyone looking at it will both be turned on and physically affected by the aura. Even you can feel it, as your penis seems to have shrunk slightly.
Intrigued, you shine the light on your feet. The skin turns pale again, the polish becomes hotter, the aura appears, and your high heels grow to be 9" platforms with light pink puffballs on the straps.
You continue with the rest of your body, again avoiding your private region. Unfortunately, you get too close to your pubic area, and all of your hair there disappears. You turn off the light, alarmed, and check the damage. You see that your male genitalia has shrunk further, and a very feminine female genitals have formed above your original ones, pushing them down to close to your anal region.
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You're a hermaphrodite now, leaning more on the female side.
Accepting this, you inspect the rest of your body. Your hair has turned to a light yellow blonde, with somewhat loose sausage curls. Its length is staggering, as it extends to your new, greatly expanded ass, which, being quite large before, is enough to give any man an erection. Your breasts have jumped more than a dozen cup sizes, straight to a J-cup, perhaps larger. Your lips, rather full before, now seem to fit a bimbo more than anything, and appear to be in a constant pout. You decide that you quite like that. Also thickening are your thighs and hips, which practically ask to be looked at, caressed... and other things unspeakable. Your earrings are now large hoop earrings, sparkling with every movement. As you look in the mirror, you see that your eyes have turned a turquoise color. You're now wearing a hot pink g-string, a bikini top, extremely short shorts (Which show off your ass in unexplainable, breathtaking ways), and a black choker with a bell on it. When you look in your walk-in closet, you see short skirts, a multitude of the kind of heels you're wearing, none of them flats, maid outfits, scarves, the occasional cloak, short shorts, ball gowns, revealing tank tops, bikini tops, sissy dresses, ripped skinny jeans, all kinds of lingerie, was that a whip?, and skimpy swimsuits galore.As your breath grows ragged from your excitement, the sound of your sultry, high-pitched voice turns you on even more.
With this lust in your system, you head to the living room, where Zachary is reading one of your lemons, which you can tell by his uneven breath and his erect nipples. You point the flashlight at him, avoiding the private regions, at full brightness. His C-cup breasts swell to EEE's, his derriere swells, as with your aforementioned features, leaving him with almost white hair, as opposed to your light yellow mane.
Still overflowing with lust, you decide to...