Your cousin looks at you angrily, then hoists his phone out of his pocket. "Look at that. 12:02, [name]." You don't like the way your cousin says that sentence. His voice is dripping with malice. "I tried to help Walker, I really did," you say nervously, "the shopkeeper just said it would make whoever was close to the statue more masculine. I thought that meant muscles and bigger dicks and stuff, not that we would turn into furballs..." The older man in front of you just shakes his head slowly. "Not good enough. Wanna know what I think, [name]?" You gulp. You really don't want to know what Walker thinks, actually. It's certainly not going to be anything good.
"I think that this has all been on purpose. That you were trying to see my dick this morning for some gay shit, and this statue was some kind of weird attempt to make me into some kind of fag. You really must be messed up, cuz." You shake your head. "No, Walker, I'm sorry, I just--" "Shut the FUCK UP." Your cousin's brown eyes get big. His newly thick eyebrows bunch angrily. The thin gap between the two disappear, and your cousin looks like he has one bushy grey unibrow. His perfectly white teeth (one of the only things unaffected by his new age) are bared angrily.
"Now, as I was saying... if you want to fuck me so bad, I guess I have no choice but to make it happen." Walker suddenly kisses the ring, and you feel a massive shift in your body. You feel a rush of air as your body shrinks, and your jeans fall around your ankles, leaving you only in loose boxers. It only takes one look downwards to see that you've become a young woman. You step out of the jeans at your ankles, your old white socks looking out of place on your dainty feet. The motion makes your big tits jiggle without restraint. You've never had an interest in boobs before, so you have no idea what measurements they are. They're at least the size of small cantaloupes, though. Your skin, in stark contrast to a minute ago, is totally smooth and even. Not a blemish to be seen anywhere. Long black hair brushes against your shoulders, a sensation that you're very unused to. As you twist your head and get a better look at yourself, you realize the apartment around you looks different. You're quite short now, you realize. Even from across the room, you can tell your 6'2" cousin towers over you like a giant. He must have more than a foot of height on you now. You're so conscious of how small you are. You feel even weaker than before -- while you never worked out in your old body, you took for granted the innate masculine strength that puberty offered you. Now, your thin arms and frame feel as if they couldn't do anything remotely defensive. It scares you, honestly. Your pissed off cousin can do anything he wants, and you can't stop him.
But you realize something strange. As unattracted as you usually are to him (and especially now, being that he's in his fifties), your first instinct is to rip the pants off the tall man and fuck. You're unbelievably horny, and the idea of doing something so dirty only gets you hornier. You had a healthy sex drive before, but this is unbearable. It's like all you can think about is... well... being a total slut. At least it didn't take long to figure out your second change, you think with bitterness.
Walker sees your expression, sees where your new doe-like eyes are looking, and smiles. "I mean, I did pick one of the biggest sluts at my school to swap you with," he says with a big grin, "but that was just cause she's hot. Looks like you're starting to think like her too. Am I right?" Your cousin walks confidently over to you and slaps one of your tits playfully. You just stand there, looking up at him. "Hopefully you're not too similar. The original model was totally stuck up. I took my pants off for her and she told me that I didn't have enough cock to give her what she wanted." Walker looks at you hard. Like prey. He runs a hairy hand down your small frame and squeezes your ass hard. Almost a little too hard. "Unhhhhhh," you moan, in a high-pitched voice. "What are you doing, Walker...?" He just smirks, putting his hands all over you with proprietary confidence. "Giving you what you want, Kate." You press your plump, unfamiliar lips into a frown. "That's not my--" Walker squeezes you roughly again. "Fine. I can just call you bitch, if you prefer." He pulls you close, and you feel his hard dick (no, YOUR hard dick, you remember with discomfort) pressing up against your flat tummy.
You give up. Your body is screaming for you to give in, and although your mind is pleading for you to step away, you know you can't. Something about the way Walker is treating you only makes you hornier. You like being looked at, grabbed, lusted after. There's simply nothing you can do about it. Besides, you think with shame and pleasure, you want Walker inside you. You want to fuck.