Abraham, one of Mr. Bradford's three friends, was the first to notice a budding pair of breasts poking out from beneath Mr. Bradford's suit. "William! Your chest!" Bradford pulled down his shirt and two rapidly-bulging blobs popped out, the skin becoming smooth and unblemished. He and his friends watched aghast as William Bradford grew a pair of nicely-rounded C-cups.
Samuel and Bruce, Mr. Bradford's other two friends, pointed at Abraham. "Abe, speak for yourself! Your face is changing!" Abraham clutched his face and groaned as it reshaped itself. The bones narrowed and his skin became fair and unwrinkled. His stubble retracted into his skin, leaving behind an androgynous face. Abraham stood up and ran for a mirror, watching as his lips plumped and a thin coating of makeup spread across his face, while Samuel tried to conceal his buttocks expanding in his pants and Bruce watched horrified as his body hair shrink into his body.
The men hurried together to the men's bathroom, checking that nobody was inside. Bradford's chest and waist were quickly shrinking, leaving him with something of an hourglass figure. Abraham's hair had turned blonde and was growing to shoulder-length, while he was beginning to grow boobs of his own. Samuel's pants ripped open as his new bubble butt burst from its confinement, his thighs and calves rapidly thickening in just the right spots. Meanwhile, Bruce's skin had turned from tanned to pale, and he was becoming shorter. The four grunted and moaned in pleasure as their bodies reshaped. Their faces became feminine, their hair became longer and shinier, and their bodies became curvier. The rock-hard bulges in their pants retracted into their groins. Pretty soon, Mr. Bradford was a luscious brunette bombshell, Abraham had become a shapely blonde with the face of a goddess, Samuel had turned into a callipygian dark-haired lady, and Bruce was left as a petite, but very curvy young woman.
As a final touch, their shredded clothes reshaped, forming themselves into hopelessly sexy dresses, the kind that pushed out their breasts and hugged their skin like bodysuits. Their dress shoes grew into shiny pumps, and lacy lingerie spread across their bodies. The four men were now the type of girls that they had previously loved to stare at.
The door slammed open, and several men strolled in. From Mr. (or rather, Mrs.) Bradford's new perspective, they seemed to be able to snap him (or her) like a twig. The men stared at the women in confusion, and the new Mrs. Bradford covered her body in embarrassment, but suddenly recognized the front-most man as his wife!
"Janice?!" she exclaimed. The man and his cohort snickered, and he said, "Who? My name is James. And who might you be, lovely lady?" James and the other men surrounded Mrs. Bradford and her friends intimidatingly, and James grabbed Mrs. Bradford's shoulder - not aggressively, but a little too forcefully for her taste. "My name - my name is..." She hesitated. She couldn't remember her name. "W-Wendy? Wait, that's not..."
James stooped down, bringing his face close to Wendy's. "Wendy, that's a pretty name. What say you and your pretty friends get outta this dump and stop by my place?" Wendy's heart started to beat rapidly. She could smell James's cologne, and her eyes drifted to the bulge at his crotch. She gulped. She wasn't one of those homosexuals - but she felt so warm... James felt so warm, so near to her, and her memories of being male started to fade away. She wasn't gay - so she must love this man, right? And she couldn't keep her mind off of the emptiness in her panties. Wendy stuttered, "Ah- o-okay..." and took James's large, manly hand.
A few years later, James and his friends were celebrating their booming business. Their wives were with them, standing demurely alongside the men. Wendy rocked a baby in her arms, feeding him from a bottle, while she glanced at Annie, Samantha, and Beth, the other housewives at the celebration. She loved her life - she loved her five children, and wanted nothing more than to be her husband's devoted housewife. She couldn't think of anything but serving the big, strong man that her life revolved around.
Wendy looked at a nearby man. He looks familiar, she thought. For some reason, he reminded her of a genie. He was smirking at her. What a creep, she thought.