“Ohhhh, my heaaaaddd…” Kevin groaned. “What happened?” He mumbled, staggering to his feet(and almost falling over in the process.) The night’s events slowly started coming back to him as he leaned against the nearby wall, his head feeling like someone had whacked him with a baseball bat.
They’d been celebrating, he remembered now. The firm he’d worked out had just landed a huge client; business was about to go through the roof. He and some of his friends had gone out to the local strip club to celebrate. Kevin wasn’t a huge fan of drinking, but he’d decided to make an exception. Landing a client like this one didn’t happen every day, after all. One shot had lead to five, five shots had led to ten…..Kevin made a mad dash for the bathroom, his head spinning. To say he’d drunk way too much was an understatement of epic proportions.
After a bit of purging his system, Kevin felt mildly better. Woozily, he sat down next to the toilet, thinking back to the night before. He had a sinking feeling he might have gotten kicked out. The stripper had been so hot, and he’d kept reaching out and trying to touch her. His friends had been so drunk they thought it was hilarious, so they hadn’t done anything to try and stop him. He remembered the girl had gotten really mad. She’d screamed something at him…and then everything was just foggy.
Kevin winced. He’d acted like a total jerk last night. He wasn’t really sure what he could do about it now though. Call the place? He didn’t remember the girl’s name, just that she had long, dark hair. It wasn’t as if he could call and ask to apologize to every brunette working there; the club employed dozens of girls. He sighed, rubbing his eyes. He’d really messed up.
Thankfully, he had the day off, so it passed quickly, in a haze of mindlessly staring at the TV. Faint echos of the stripper’s voice echoed through his head. He couldn’t make out what she was saying, but couldn’t stop listening. His whole body felt like a current of static electricity was running through it. He closed his eyes. His head was pounding so hard he could barely stand it. His phone dropped out of his hand as he lay back in the chair.
Kevin rapidly began to shrink. His blonde hair rapidly flowed down past his chest, which itself had begun to expand, his chest pushing outwards as a pair of large breasts materialized on it. His face softened and became feminine as he continued to change, his widening with a set of pops. His manhood melted away, reforming into a vagina. His clothing changed as well, his t-shirt becoming a skimpy white top while his pants became an equally skimpy set of denim short shorts.
Krystal opened her eyes.