Steve did not really believe this stuff was real. "Okay, I wish that I knew why girls act the way that they do." Steve wished jokingly. Nothing happened and he went on with cleaning his apartment. He snickered at the thought of a magic lotion that could make withes.
Bending over to pick up some magazines he tugged at his boxers at a feeling of them riding up his crack. His pecks pressed together a little more than usual also. He didn't even give a thought about it.
Steve bent down to pick up a box. "Humph!" He groaned and struggled to pick it up. It seemed a lot heavier than last night. He finally got it up to his chest which seemed to press up against the box a lot more.
Steve's legs shook as he moved it to the corner and let it fall. Long brown hairs fell into his eyes. Wait long hairs. He wiped them away and felt his fingernail scratch his forehead. Steve looked down at his hands. They were no longer masculine but small and dainty, with long nails at the tips of slender fingers.
Steve ran to the mirror and looked into it. He was face to face with a pretty girl about his age. But he recognized her. It was himself, but female.
He had shrunk a few inches. He had longer light brown hair and a cute girlish face. Steve felt down to her chest and felt two lumps. He had breasts but not really that big of ones. Maybe B-cups. Steve looked down further and saw that his waist had decreased and her hips have flared out.
Steve jumped at a quick sucking feeling in his groin. He swallowed hard and pulled down his boxers. Steve sighed at seeing what he was afraid of. His male genitals have disappeared and replaced with a pussy.
Steve was now Steffi.