It had been a long week at work, but thankfully you and your buddy have today off and, like any time you get the chance, you decided to hit the gym before heading home, taking a shower and going out to the bar to watch the game. It had actually been when you were spotting your friend at the bench press that you noticed the guy.
He was in his early fifties, dressed in a t-shirt and sweatpants, but the weird thing was that he didn’t seem to be interested actually working out. He was just standing there in a corner, silently watching everyone else work out. It was almost a little creepy. Catching your eye, the old guy had even winked at you, which creeped you out even more. You’d gotten your buddy’s attention, but as he finished his last rep and looked across the room to see what you were talking about, the guy was gone. Just…..gone. As if he’d never been there at all. You felt a chill run down your back; there’s no way the guy could have vanished so completely without you seeing him walk away. Shaking your head to dismiss the whole bizarre situation, you’d given your buddy some excuse and the two of you had gone back to your workout. You’d forgotten about the whole thing, in fact, until just now…..because the old guy was sitting across the bar from you and your buddy. He smiles at you and winks again. You turn to your buddy, about to tell him what’s going on…..but the screen catches your eye. You freeze, your eyes fixed on the pink, swirling symbol.
You unbutton another one of the buttons on your shirt, and another. You start to feel really uncomfortable, it’s almost like it’s too hot in here. Your face feels all…tingly, and your head feels more and more fuzzy the longer you stare up at that swirling symbol. Your clothes almost feel too large for you now, as if you’ve somehow shrunk or gotten smaller, but that isn’t possible….right? You want to glance over at your buddy but find your gaze firmly fixed on the swirling image on the screen. Out of the corner of your eye you notice your long, dark brunette hair cascading down past your shoulders. You didn’t know you needed at haircut so desperately, you thought.
Suddenly, with a pop, you find you can move your attention from the screen. You turn to your friend, noticing that he needs a haircut almost as badly as you do—he keeps brushing his light blonde hair out of his face. “Bathroom?” You ask, for some reason feeling like that’s not what you meant to ask but unable to figure out what you were going to ask. He nods and you two slip off of your seats and head over to the bathroom; your walk getting a bit of a wiggle in it as your shoes morph into high heels, unbeknownst to you or your buddy.
Closing the door behind you, you stare into the mirror to make sure you still look good. The tingling sensation continues to spreads across your body as your shirt and pants melt together, becoming a black dress which tightly wraps itself around your changing body. Your chest presses outwards as a pair of fairly large breasts form, helping you fill out the dress perfectly. You stare back at your now feminine face as your hips widen and the changes continue until, with a pop, you become entirely female….just as you’ve always been.
Wait.
What?
Staring back at the beautiful girl looking at you in the mirror, your mind struggles to comprehend what it’s seeing. You open your mouth, to scream, or question, or something, and—-
“Earth to Brooke?”
A pink FLASH fills your mind, and when it clears a second later you stumble backwards, blinking. Your BFF Heather gives you a concerned look. “You okay? Maybe we should call it a night and head back to the apartment.” She says as she adjusts her sky blue dress. You shake your head. You aren’t going to cut girls’ night out short for some weird moment of dizziness.
You and Heather head back from the women’s restroom, and you can’t help but enjoy the looks you get from the bar’s other patrons as you two strut back to your seats.
“Can I buy you ladies a drink?”
You turn as you hear a man ask—something you’ve been regularly practically since you started going to bars—and you are suddenly glad you are sitting down, because you feel your knees go weak. This guy is HOT. True, he’s an older guy—old enough to be your father, in fact—- but sometimes you like that in a guy. They’re much more mature than guys your age tend to be; a tingle spreads up your spine as you remember the affair you had with one of your professors in college. He was so hunky, and that was the only way you’d passed that class….
Glancing over at Heather, you can see she’s equally smitten with this guy, and you both eagerly agree to his offer. He signals one of the bartenders and a trio of drinks are promptly brought over.
Next…..