As Tim lies there, his body begins to expand, his clothing rippling and turning a deep scarlet red slowly. Ever so slowly at first his chest appears to grow. Speeding up exponentially, at the same time his hips widening as his body melds to a more womanly shape, his short hair growing longer and lighter by the second. His red jeans and shirt begin to meld down into another, turning into the same dress the woman before was wearing, with a plunging neckline to expose his DD breasts, and no backside to it at all, his new plump ass filling it out nicely. His underpants vanishing, his penis can be seen clearly, but only for a few seconds as it disappears within her body, her skin swelling as her labia form, ovaries appearing and fueling the now womanly body with estrogen, she lets out a sigh again.
A few minutes later, a homeless old woman, a shopping cart filled with various things shes collected spies the fallen woman, her eye glinting as she sees sprawled on the ground on the woman's neck a gorgeous (to her) necklace. Quickly moving over, not even caring for the sleazy woman lying unconscious, she snatches the jewelry and tucks it in a box, hurrying away like a bat out of hell before anyone knows she was there.
A few hours pass....
*****
Police cars surround the nightclub, policemen chattering with the owner. From the alleyway beside the nightclub, amazingly not found during all of the commotion, a woman staggers out in a red dress. The owner spots her and he and the police quickly move over to her.
"Joy! Where the HELL have you been!?" the slightly balding owner of the establishment looks both furious and relieved.
"Wha...what happened?" She rubs her head, looking bewildered at them, and down at herself, eyeing her chest, legs, and hands in wonder.
"Look, that bump on her head, seems she was involved, musta knocked her out." One of the policewomen points out. The owner quickly grabs 'Joy's 'shoulders. "Joy, JOY! Who did this! WHO?" She looks at them confusedly, the sargeant moves to seperate Joy from the owner, signalling for a paramedic to come and tend to Joy. "Miss, there's been a murder. Witnesses spotted you and a man, 5'10'', brown hair, going into a private booth, then going out the door. This man checked out a room at a motel about 6 miles down the road, and when one curious passerby found the door ajar, they found a woman's body. Mutilated. Your manager here was just worried you'd been killed."
Killed? Tim's head is spinning, she holds her head as the para examines the bump on her head. "I've been out cold in the alley there, behind the dumpster... I don't remember anything..." She groans and rubs her head, totally lost, she looks down at herself again, her mind totally unable to remember the store, or the necklace, just that this isn't right.
The manager looks to her, and puts a hand on her shoulder "Joy, have Rosie drive you home, she lives in the same apartment complex as you right?"...
***
Climbing into the car, Joy still doesn't know what is happening, she looks to the dark haired chocolate gal named Rosie, similarily endowed and wearing a black miniskirt and halter top, Rosie climbs in the driver seat, buckling up and starting the porsche. "I am so glad you are alive, girl. I was crying my eyes out in the bathroom when they said you had been murdered."
Joy just nods absentmindedly, touching her neck as she tries to cope. Rosie nods and looks forward "No doubt, being beat in the head by such a creep, I'd be shook up too. Well, a good night's sleep will clear that up." Rosie smiles at her, raising a hand to Joy's cheek. "Men are pigs, right Joy?" Without warning, Rosie casually leans over and kisses Joy smack on the lips, Tim's thoughts pierced by this sudden alien yet wonderful feeling, her hand moving instinctively to Rosie's neck as she shyly returns the affection. Tim's young mind totally just beginning to understand sex, now launched headlong into a kiss with a woman, as a woman, she can't help but raise a hand to cup and gently squeeze Rosie's breast under her top.
Gasping in delight, Rosie draws back, "M-my, someone is feeling frisky," She unbuckles as she turns to face her ,"In a car, at work, while police are still poking around? Sounds delicious!" Rosie reaches behind her neck to pull the loop around her neck holding her top up down, leaning forward for another kiss...