“I have to get out of here!” Thomas screamed releasing his hold on his female form and dashing off the bed towards his former dresser burrow. The most strangest feeling while standing met Thomas as his entire world felt off and dizziness was the name of the game as his expanded chest and ass made balancing difficult. Thomas shuttered in thought as she felt a liquid substance trickle down her legs from her crouch. Obviously she didn’t have time to clean up as she needed to get away from her old self quickly as her male body looked increasingly concerned as it got up off the bed. “Stay back!” Thomas screamed as her male body drew closer. “Baby what’s wrong? Was I too hard? Please tell me?” Looking around Thomas saw that she wouldn’t get to the burrow in time and instead looked to the floor for attire. There at the foot of the bed on the floor was Monica’s black lingerie set, black high heels, and black spaghetti-strap dress she had worn that night and no way was Thomas going to wear it. Instead Thomas grabbed the clothes that she had worn earlier when she was still a man. Grabbing the clothes and running out of the room as her male body stared in disbelief Thomas shut the door behind herself and quickly slipped on the underwear, dress pants, dress shirt, white socks, and her former sneakers as she interchanged between stopping to dress and running downstairs. Finally getting to the front door Thomas knew that if she could just get to his best friend Damon’s place she would be able to explain everything and possibly get some help in figuring out how to swap back.
Thomas opened the front door and stepped onto the building stoop and as soon as her last foot hit the cement she knew something was yet again wrong. Suddenly she felt very cold especially her arms and legs and what felt like flat sneakers a moment ago now for some reason felt like something was keeping her feet on a downward hunched angle. Looking down she yelped fiercely and covered her mouth to prevent herself from screaming. Thomas was wearing the exact outfit that she swore she wouldn’t wear Monica’s outfit from the date. There was no surprise in why her feet felt weird in that now she was wearing those black high-heels and it was a cold night for a girl wearing a short spaghetti-strap dress. Thomas realized she now had a leather pocketbook hanging from her right shoulder. Nearly failing at stopping herself from screaming Thomas ran back into the apartment tripping several times in her heels and right into the bathroom to stand in shock in front of the mirror. Thomas’s hair was expertly combed and it looked like it had just come out of a salon. Mascara, red lipstick, and makeup expertly applied to her face and that had mysteriously appeared out of nowhere beautified the stunning creature looking on in wonder. Thomas was feeling very light headed as her nose then picked up the tell-tale scent of perfume wafting off her body. “I can’t escape it can I?” thought a very disturbed female Thomas.