In your orgasmic spasm, your fingers jerk away from the flashlight. Melissa quickly snaps the light off, but it's too late; your crotch has been bathed in pink light for a second while you weren't in contact with the flashlight, meaning reality has already been rewritten. Of course, you don't notice at all; you've always had a pussy, which is why you wanted to give Gene one in the first place. Let *him* see what it's like being teased his whole life being a guy with a pussy. Although now, thanks to Melissa, everyone thinks you've always been a full girl.
You realize that the whole transformation hasn't taken that long; Gene was only now getting to the head of the line to get a new drink for Melissa. It only felt long because you had been so fascinated by the changes happening to your body. "Wow, that was fast," you remark breathlessly, looking over your new body. Your attention is captured by the sight of your chest heaving as you try to get your breathing back under control; the motion of your new breasts is mesmerizing.
"Yeah, oops," Melissa says, looking chagrinned. With an effort, you break your attention away from your body and look at her.
"Oops?" you ask.
"I didn't realize it would do that," Melissa says. "You...well, I guess you wouldn't know, would you?" She suddenly grins, even as you feel a sudden wariness.
"What do you mean?" you demand.
"You lost your grip at the end," Melissa tells you. "The flashlight...well, let me put it this way: that's not your pussy."
"Of course it is," you say, rolling your eyes. "I've always..." You trail off as you realize what must have happened, and you stare at your crotch. Even though you know the flashlight's power, it's almost impossible to believe your pussy isn't original. After all, you have so many memories growing up like this. Well, not like *this*, but as a guy with a pussy.
"Right," Melissa says, seeing your understanding. "Don't worry, I'll fix it later. Just act casual." You follow her gaze and see Gene already making his way back to the table.