Suddenly, the bell rings. You're worried that the principal will return any minute. You catch a glimpse of yourself in a nearby mirror and you feel woozy; you see your familiar boyish head looking incredibly awkward atop a shifting mound of increasingly feminine clothing and a new body to match. The process started by that strange vial was accelerating and contagious. You weigh your options: you realize you are more terrified that the principal or someone else will recognize you than what's happening to you. In fact, what you're feeling is incredible; the transformation has you equal parts enraptured and horror-struck. You have no way of knowing if you can return to your old body, your old student life. The prospect of facing your classmates, your parents, your teacher again fills you with dread.
You are struck by a new idea; perhaps you could accelerate the process. If you smeared more of the goop over your face and throat, the principal would see you as you were becoming: a beautiful woman decked out like a fetish model. What's driven your actions so far has been fear: what if you accept that what's happening is happening? Accept how good it feels...
You look down at your right hand, the one that was first gooped. A gorgeous woman's hand, nails painted a bright pink that matched your jacket. You had never really looked at your hands before as a boy but now they looked like this. Now YOU looked like this. You take a deep breath and pull your hand up your throat and face.
Your head becomes a series of erogenous zones as you feel it crunch beneath your delicate grip: you feel your nose straighten and contour, your chin soften, your jaw shrink, your eyes widen, your cheekbones heighten, and your lips expand into two puffy pillows. You feel your Adam's Apple dissolve and your hair spring forth in long curly blonde locks. You let out a low moan, lusty, full of honey, and a completely different register than your old baritone, as finally give voice to the great well of arousal gushing in waves from your body. Especially from your cock.
You look down at your throbbing erection, which somehow during this entire process has not cum once, even as your thong and leather skirt rubbed them furiously. With a rush of euphoria, your lips letting out another long moan, you grab your cock with your right hand and push.
It feels like a small explosion, a tremendous exhale, as your new body has its first orgasm. Your tits swell forward, pushing past the confines of the leather jacket, as the rest of the torso follows suit. Your hips shimmy and shake themselves wide, increasing your hourglass figure, and you let out yet another moan as your ass swells with fat, causing your skirt to creak forward. All around you, your clothing stretches to contain all of the new you: your pink leather jacket joins seamlessly with the skirt, combining with it and changing its color to the same shiny bubblegum pink. The waistbelt of the jacket swoops around you like an ouroboros, turning thick and black, tightly compressing your solar plexus. The skirt drops to your boots, which pinkify as well. The fabric of the skirt splits apart into two pant legs that seal themselves to the boots, so that you are wearing a pink leather catsuit. A long zipper ascends from your crotch up to the bottom of your new boobs. The suit grips your entire body, contouring itself to your new corpulent curvature along with your ever-exploring hands. No trace of your boyish self remains.
You expect the feeling, this ever-present warm bliss of orgasm to go away, but it persists, a brilliant fullness that touches every single aspect of your new body. A new awareness starts to dawn over you, like a bright pink sunrise. You look at yourself in the mirror and see a gorgeous woman dressed in a pink leather catsuit complete with six-inch heels and a thick black waistbelt to emphasize your waspish waist. This is your life now.
Suddenly, the door handle of the principal's office jiggles. Someone is coming inside...