Tiff couldn't believe her eyes, what had once been her best friend, was now a sixteen year old guy that could easily pass as Katie's brother. The face was still the same, just more masculine.
"Oh my god...this can't be possible..." Katie moaned, reaching over to steady himself on a table, then doubling over and crouching down as he gasped for breath before falling over. Realizing that Katie was taking things badly, Tiff quickly pushed away her lustful thoughts and came over to help her friend sit up. She knelt next to her friend as his eyes fluttered open. "Tiff? What have you done?” Katie asked.
"Look, I told you, it can be undone, don't worry," Tiff stated, trying to sound nonchalant as she gently rubbed Katie's now stronger back. "C'mon, don't you even want to see what you look like? I gotta say, it's pretty impressive," Tiff said, unable to supress a lecherous smile.
Katie shook her head. “I can barely breathe”
“We should probably get you out of those clothes.” Tiff responded, just a little too quickly. “I don’t think they had your body type in mind when they designed that old school uniform.”
Katie quickly unbuttoned his long sleeved blouse and lifted it over his head. He tried to unhook the tattered push-up bra constricting his diaphragm but he just couldn’t get his big fingers to work. With a deep grunt he tore the offending garment in two and sighed in relief as he finally breathed clearly again.
Tiff tried not to stare at her friend’s well formed torso. Katie had always been stick thin, without much in the way of curves. But as a boy, Katie apparently possessed the lean build of a runner or swimmer with a more V shaped torso and even a bit of a six pack on her stomach. Much of that torso however was coated in a rather dense layer of raven hair. A trail of wiry black hair had grown from below his belly button up his stomach, then beyond that to the middle of his chest where the black hair fanned out, a bit growing up around his collarbone as well.
“Geez. I look like an ape with all this hair.” Katie remarked looking down as his torso for the first time.
Tiff ran a finger up his abs appreciably. “Maybe, a bit on the hairier side for a sixteen year old, but not too much” she remarked.
“Well my dad is a bit of a furball, I guess I must have inherited those genes.” Katie added before looking down at the torn skirt and tights that were still hanging on to his lower body. “I’m going to go see if there’s any clothes upstairs that might fit me. “There is no way I’m walking around as a naked guy in front of you right now.”
Tiff looked from her friend back to the machine.