Drew woke up first. Why was his pillow on his chest? Ugh. He rolled over and the pillow rolled with him. He tossed and turned a bit before reaching down to scratch his balls, then came flying awake when his fingers didn’t find purchase. He threw the covers off and sat up, only to catch his breath hard when the “pillows”—which he realized were a pair of breasts—smacked against his body.
“Fuck!” he swore, then covered his mouth as a completely different voice than he was used to came out of his mouth. He scrambled to his feet and tried to rush to the bathroom, but tripped as he realized the room was awkward for him. The doorknobs were in the wrong places, everything seemed just a step further away. He closed the bathroom door urgently, braced himself, and looked in the mirror.
Staring back at him was an attractive brunette young woman, her longish hair swept back to one side and disheveled, with a pair of not-inconsiderable breasts resting on her chest. Drew walked over to the wall where his mom had marked his height, and discovered he was 5’7” tall. No wonder the room had looked so off, he was almost a half a foot shorter!
Cautiously, he moved his breasts aside to examine his crotch. A small landing strip of hair protected a vulva. No male genitalia in sight. He gulped hard.
Meanwhile, Kyle was sleeping fitfully as he had had strange dreams. Something about Drew and boobs and being chased by bears until they took shelter in a small cave… together…
An insistent sensation near his legs made Kyle wake up the rest of the way. He stretched his arms over his head and then down his body to stretch out his shoulders. As his hands moved downward, they brushed something hard and an unknown judder of feeling ran up Kyle’s spine. He opened his eyes wide and jumped out of the sleeping bag. His pajama pants, meant for a much heavier Kyle, tumbled down around his ankles and he stared down at an… erect cock? Timidly, he brushed the tips of his fingers across the top of the turgid tool and a second wave of feeling suffused his mind. Bravely, he reached under and found he was sporting a small but present pair of balls.
He grabbed his phone and slid to activate the selfie camera. Setting the timer, he suddenly was beset by the need to strike a pose. He flexed and mean mugged as the timer went off.
“Why won’t it unlock?” he thought as the third attempt at facial recognition failed and he had to tap in his passcode.
The answer was soon obvious to him as he went to his photos app; staring into the camera was a very young man, skinny and square-shouldered, with a mop of blondish-brown hair, a long face, a sunken chest with slightly puffy pale nipples, and a small erection with a thin fringe of light-colored, straight pubic hairs. He zoomed in and the face was just changing from pudgy to more angular; green or maybe hazel eyes stared back at him, the mouth just barely dusted at the corners with the beginnings of facial hair.
Kyle zoomed out and laughed at the tiny bicep his flex had made. “It worked!” he cried, expecting to hear a tenor or baritone voice; what came out was firmly in the alto range and Kyle realized with a start that he couldn’t see any sign of an Adam’s apple. “Holy shit, it worked!”
Just then the bathroom door opened and Drew emerged, dazed. Kyle stared openly at this gorgeous specimen of female pulchritude, his small cock rocketing to attention immediately.
“I don’t… uh… holy shit… Drew??”
“Yeah,” said the woman. “I guess it worked, Kyle.” She walked over and embraced Kyle, who noted with some dismay that he only came up to her chin.
“I… uh… I turned into… uh…”
“A middle schooler. Maybe a late bloomer freshman. And one who is VERY excited to see me.”
Kyle blushed and covered his crotch with his hands. “You’re gorgeous. But why didn’t it make you young? And why am I so young?”
“Well, it is called a Pubert-AWAY. But maybe it can only un-pubertize one person at a time?”
“So… I’m a boy, but I have to go through AMAB puberty? No wide hips, hated breasts, or periods? YES! YES! YES!” Kyle pumped his fist three times.