A regular thumping noise synchronized with high pitched squeals greeted Cindy's return to consciousness, the hammer she seemed to feel smashing against her head in time with the beats. She groaned and opened weary eyes to blackness. Where the hell was she? She felt weird. Like parts of her were mis... Her hands flew to her chest. Her flat chest, she discovered with horror. She sat up in shock, slamming her head against something hard above her; swearing in pain, she half crawled, half flailed out from under the bed and straightened out, then stumbled towards the mirror on an open cupboard. "I'm... I'm a... I'm a..."
Startled by her deep voice, Cindy grasped at her throat, finding an unfamiliar adam's apple. "Oh god!" her new voice rumbled. Backing off, she hit the bed and sat on it, breathing heavily. "I'm a man" she whispered, stunned at the impossible that seemed to be happening. She sat there in shock for a few moments before the realisation intruded of where her hands had come to rest. Curiosity overcame her, and with trepidation she pulled at her baggy shorts, and grasped at what was inside. "Holy SHIT! I have a... ...and, wow." As she absorbed the shock of holding a tube of flesh attached to her loins in her hand, she had to admit that she was pretty damned massive, even soft. It was certainly bigger than any guy she'd been with.
Dropping it - almost with some regret - back into her shorts, she stood again and moved to the mirror. In it she saw a handsome young (and male and hers, she reminded herself) face half a dozen years younger than hers. Feeling the body over, it seemed in pretty damn good condition; clearly this kid worked out. She pulled off her shirt and saw a well-defined torso. "Not badEOW!" she yelled as she felt a sudden pleasurable pressure build in her pants at the sight.