"Oh god, how did this happen?" Sam whispered, tugging at the long blonde hair that had grown out when the rest of him had changed. He had to resist wincing at the sound of his voice.
Somehow, he had turned into a girl when he had come into the bathroom. Gone was the skinny nerdy guy. Now he was in the body of a knockout chick. Long blonde hair, a pretty face, big boobs and a nice ass, all wrapped in a tube top and tight jeans.
"These things don't just happen," he said to himself, looking in the mirror. "It just... doesn't."
He lifted a hand and squeezed the breasts that had appeared on his chest, wincing at the feeling of them. Definitely real. His hands then travelled lower, patting the front of the jeans. Flat, no dick like he expected. He had checked earlier, of course, but still...
What would the others think? If a strange girl emerged from the bathroom, it would... well, they might try to take advantage of that situation, but they would be freaked out.
Sam's eyes drifted to the window. He could sneak out, avoid that confrontation and try to figure out what the hell was going on. Or, he could try and get his friends to help.