Tristan awoke with a start the next morning, his eyes protesting by slamming shut almost immediately as they has opened in response to the invading sunlight creeping through the shades. His night had been a fitful one, filled with dreams that he couldn't quite remember. And one's he wasn't entirely certain he wanted to remember either. The only thing he could remember was the brief image of himself changed into...for lack of a better term...his female alter-ego. That and the strange feeling that it felt...right. Almost...enjoyable. He tried to put those feelings aside, trying to tell himself it was that damned remote that was messing with his mind. He almost resolved that he was going to chuck the stupid thing out the window first thing that morning. But as he got out of bed and made his way back to the television in the main room of the apartment he shared with his room mate Jerome, his resolve began to falter. Maybe he was being too hasty?
He had a remote that could virtually change anything about himself. Sure, by sheer accident he had changed himself into a girl, but the opportunity that presented itself was virtually limitless. Surely it was too great an opportunity to just throw away without giving it a second thought? Right? The more Tristan thought about it, the more he wanted to explore what that remote could do. And as his mind traveled down that road, it veered back into the direction of the unsettling feelings that his brief time as a member of the fairer sex had brought to the forefront. Glancing down at the remote, he saw the "Gender" button that had caused this problem in the first place. Steeling himself, he grabbed the remote and went into the bathroom quietly, shutting the door and flipping on the lightswitch. He removed his shirt so that he could see the changes fully this time, leaving on only his boxers. Fingering the gender button on the remote, he took a deep breath and pointed the device at himself, before pressing the button down firmly.
He didn't know if he expected a flash of light or some kind of gradual change or something. But just like the night before, the transformation was instantaneous. As he...now she...looked in the mirror, the girl that had briefly made an appearance the night before was now staring at her reflection where Tristan had once stood. Without a shirt, she could examine her body in a little closer detail, made more obvious by the daylight streaming in from the skylight above. She looked like she imagined her sister would look, if she had one. She wasn't too tall, somewhat thin, and had modest breasts hanging off her chest. A B-Cup, she guessed, not too big and not too small. She cradled them briefly, holding them up as if to create the semblance of cleavage before continuing to examine the rest of her petite body. She got a good look at her face, with bright blue eyes that were no longer hidden by a jutting brow, and hair that hung a little lower than it had before, but was definitely straighter than it had been, and a slightly lighter shade of brown. She traced over the contours of her mostly hairless body, feeling over her legs and her much smaller feet. She stopped halfway up her thighs and paused for a moment, curiosity winning over the day. With some hesitation, she removed her boxer shorts and stood in the bathroom fully in the nude.
Her...well...pussy...looked just like she expected it would look. It was a small slit between her legs instead of a dick jutting outwards. With trepidation she touched her outer lips for a brief moment, but didn't feel the expected sudden jolt of pleasure she thought she might get. With more deliberateness, she probed her new equipment for a few seconds, experiencing the feeling of something inside her for the first time. As her probing became more involved, the pleasure she had been expecting started to well up inside herself, and she could feel a wetness form inside her new passage. Involuntarily she gasped audibly at the new feelings. Startled, and not wanting to wake up her roommate at that moment, she stopped and stared at herself again, trying to catch her breath. As she took in her features a final time, she answered her own question from the night before:
She was most definitely cute.
The question was what did she do now with that information. She glanced down at the remote and weighed her options. She could stop now, and go back to being Tristan with a simple click of a button. She could change something else about her new body. Or she could just hang around and keep this up for awhile...