“Pfft,” Erin said dismissively. She waved the woman away and got back onto the machine. “I don’t care about a headache, I just want my dick back.”
“Suit yourself,” the woman muttered, walking away. Erin resumed using the machine, praying to become Aaron again. As she worked, she could feel changes coming over her. Little did she know, her continued use of the machine wasn’t making her male again.
“All right, that’s enough,” Adam said, stopping her. Erin looked up at him. “I think we’re done at the gym for the day.”
“But-”
“Look at yourself!” Adam said. Erin got off the machine and walked over to a nearby full-length mirror. She gaped. Her hair had become black and wavy, her eyes turned a lovely gray, and she had lost a lot of height. She was now less than five feet tall.
“I’m so tiny!” Erin gasped. She still had a full hourglass figure, with a large bust and butt.
“Yep,” Adam grunted. Erin continued to stare at herself. At least her clothes had returned to being actual clothing, instead of sweat bands. She was now wearing a sport bra and workout tank top, as well as panties and sport shorts. “We need to go home.”