Connor didn't waste any time contemplating where he was or the fact that he could be caught in the woman's restroom despite not being a member of the fairer sex (in fact if he stopped and thought about it briefly, that just made him hornier). Connor quickly unsnapped his skinny jeans and withdrew his throbbing cock, jerking off at it's pulsating mass. He threw his head back and tried as hard as he could to suppress a moan. This felt nothing like it did normally. It felt like every nerve ending in his body was on fire, connected to the stroking motion on his pecker. Unconsciously, Connor reached his other hand up his shirt and began tweaking his nipples, the sensations sending chills up and down his spine. His moans became harder to keep quiet, and his voice became deeper, huskier, but softer at the same time. Before long, Connor felt a load shoot out of his cock, splattering onto the wall in front of him. Breathing deeply, Connor enjoyed the bliss of a comedown from these new types of orgasms, unable to really put things into words.
"Fuck," he said in between breaths, but the sound of his voice was like tossing cold water on him as he remembered where he was and what was going on. Staggering, Connor stood up and looked in the small mirror in the bathroom. He could already tell that there had been some changes to his face, mostly his hair which was now nearly down to his shoulders. And lighter too. His voice sounded much more feminine as well, like a girl with a bit of a cold. Looking down at his body, his A-cup breasts were also bigger, now maybe even a small B-Cup. Tentatively Connor touched them, feeling the same electrical jolt that he had felt first that morning. As he did so his mind drifted back to Stuart, but his fantasies altered slightly, as he shuddered. For a brief moment, he hadn't been fantasizing about fucking a woman, he had fantasized about being the woman who was fucked. He had to try and fight the feelings stirring in him again, as he felt his cock slowly enlarging once more.
His cock.
Again he looked down, seeing that what had been a six inch dick this morning was now more like a five, maybe even four inch dick. His balls, once roughly the size of grapefruits, were now the size of small eggs. And if he fondled them long enough, it seemed like they were higher up than they had once been..almost like...
Connor put a stop to that line of thinking immediately. He wasn't going to become a woman. There had to be some way to fix this. He fixed himself up as best he could, tucking his cock back into his jeans and cleaning the jizz off the wall. Looking at himself in the mirror again, he definitely looked more like a girl than a guy at this point. You could barely even make the outline of his cock in his pants. A buzz brought him back to reality, as he saw his phone going off. It was Kendall, telling him that practice had been cancelled and she'd be at his house right after school. Looking at the time, Connor knew he had a little over an hour before he had to head home. He could ditch Stuart and head right back, try and figure out what to do. Or he could still see where this went. Or he could do something else.