Troy had lugged the garbage bag about halfway across the front of the garage when it suddenly got a lot heavier. Thinking that his arm must be getting tired, he tried shifting it to his other hand, only for the weight to dramatically increase again, causing it to slip through his fingers and land on his foot.
“Ouch!” came a woman’s voice.
Shit! Troy thought, he was under attack from someone right behind him. But as he spun around to face his attacker he was left staring at his empty front lawn.
“Whose there?” The woman asked.
No, Troy realized. That wasn’t a woman. That was him. That was HIS voice. He had said ouch. He had asked who was there.
Troy looked down at his arms and realized why the garbage had suddenly gotten so heavy – his old, well-muscled arms had lost most of their mass, becoming the thin, dainty arms that he would expect to find on a petite woman. As he stared at his softening skin, he noticed the ground begin to shoot up towards him. He was shrinking!
6 feet, 5’11, 5’10, 5’9, 5’8, 5’7, 5’6, 5’5… he stopped at 5’5. His body, now finished slimming and shrinking, decided to make up for his lost weight in other ways.
Troy’s pectorals felt like they were getting the workout of a lifetime before he became aware of the feeling of his shirt stretching as his thick, erect nipples began to push out through his fur – being forced away from his chest by a rapidly growing layer of flesh. Troy cupped his new breasts, feeling the firm flesh expand out until they were both c-cups, causing his shirt to lift up and expose his midsection as the fabric reached the limits of how far it could stretch.
With his hands still cupped around his new breasts, Troy felt them soften up, while a quick squeeze elicited a… sloshing sensation. Troy’s breasts pushed out again as milk began to fill them up, causing them to gain another half cup in size.
Troy’s shirt, which had been designed for a flat, manly chest, was now at the limits of what it could accommodate. But instead of bursting open it began to morph. First, a bra made out of heavy-duty nylon formed, providing some much needed support to Troy’s upper body. Next, the remainder of Troy’s outfit turned into a loose fitting one piece dress.
As Troy’s new dress finished unfurling past his legs, he felt a dull ache spread out of his hips as they widened, making room for his balls to suck themselves inward. While Troy’s testicles reformed into ovaries, his urethra split in two, with the lower tube separating from his penis while it hollowed out, forming his new vagina as it too pulled inwards. The upper tube also separated from his penis and shrank inwards, reforming back into a urethra just above Troy’s new vagina.
Finally, the remains of Troy’s penis shrunk down, pulling up into a small hood located just above his new lady parts as it finished its transformation into his new clitoris.
Startled by the sensation of his genitals switching teams, Troy thrust a hand downwards in a desperate attempt to hold them in place. Unfortunately, the transformation was so fast that by the time Troy’s hand managed to get there, all it found was a wet hole, positioned below a small, sensitive bean of flesh.
As he felt up his new crotch, one of Troy’s fingers slipped inside of him. If there had been any doubt as to what had just transpired, the feeling of his finger entering a moist, wet hole combined with the feeling of a warm, dry finger entering his… hole caused his tail to defensively curl up between his legs, wrapping itself underneath him and pressing up against the front of his stomach, blocking access to anyone who might want to take advantage of his new situation.
And speaking of his new situation, the new sensations that Troy was experiencing made it clear that this wasn’t his situation as much as it was HERS. Within a matter of seconds, Troy had gone from 6’1 of pure man muscle to a dainty, petite girl.