The moment it registered what they saw, a wave of sound inundated Lucy as everyone began talking at once. It taking her a few minutes before it making sense what she was hearing was they didn’t believe what they saw, she listened as Tanya and Diana’s voice called out the loudest with, “It’s a trick. It has to be,” and, “She somehow did it with sleight of hand, distracting us, and then putting on a wig.”
“Everyone, quiet,” Lucy nearly shouted, and when the other had stopped talking, she started with, “I don’t want Aunt Ginny coming in here, thinking we’re having a row,” and, as if realising the door was still open, Felicity went and shut it. Thanking her, Lucy continued.
“I can tell you all still don’t believe it. Heck, even I am still a little bit sceptic. So, I’ll give you another demonstration,” and turning back the computer, she scrolled through her profile, wondering what to change. Seeing an option for random, she clicked on it, and was shocked to watch the information alter itself.
Her species shifting to a monkey, she noted it was a type called a black handed spider monkey. Believing this would give them the proof, she almost clicked to initiate the change, but at the last second, made some adjustments. Shifting her mind so it was still about ninety percent human, ten percent monkey, she made it so she could still articulate with human speech, set a timer for half an hour, made sure the awareness was for only those in the room, then hit save. Glancing over her shoulders at her friends, and new friends, she explained, “If more proof is what you need, more proof is what you’ll get,” before clicking on the icon to start the changes.
The transformation beginning immediately, Lucy discovered it wasn’t anything like when she changed her hair colour. A tingling sensation washed across her body, whilst it felt like someone was pressing on the bottoms of her feet and the top of her head, all as she was overcome with a sensation as if she was melting. Shifting in her seat as it became uncomfortable, mostly due to her tail growing, Lucy opening her mouth in a silent gasp as her teeth fell out and a new set grew in.
Behind her, crowding a titch closer to witness the change, the other girls watched as their friend shrunk in front of them, fur sprouted across her body, and her limbs took on a long, spider-like appearance. Watching as her height dropped to just shy of two feet, they were unaware of her shift in weight as it decreased to around seventeen pounds. The whole transformation taking a mere couple minutes, the instant it was finished, a timer popped up on the screen and began counting down. Sitting in the office chair, Lucy shook herself, climbed out of her clothes, and growing accustomed to her new body, she leapt clumsily onto the desk and sat down.
Looking at the group of girls in front of her, a part of her mind insisted she ought to flee. But able to supress the urge, she took a moment to try and work out how to speak before rasping out, “There. Now, do, you, believe?” in a halting tone.
Each gazed at her with a look of shock and disbelief on their face as they struggled to grasp the talking monkey sitting on the desk was Lucy. After a few seconds, Tanya sputtered out, “L-l-l-lu-lu-lucy?” before stating, “Can we still call you that?”
“Of, course,” Lucy rasped in the same halting voice. “I’m, still, me, though, I, look, different.”
A shared look was given amongst the girl before Tanya said, “It’s just, um, well, you see, it’s not so much you’re a monkey” and faltering, looking at the others, and then, not sure how to say it, she blurted out, “You’re a boy.”
Lucy, still getting used to her new form, wanting the timer to hurry up, hadn’t expected this. Looking down at her crotch, seeing she clearly now had a cock and testicles, mentally groaned. This was one thing she hadn’t wanted, and wanting to kick herself for missing this change when she was going through her profile, glanced away. Not wanting acknowledge her sex change, as she still identified as female, she waved a hand and rasped, “It, does, not, matter. In, less, then, a, half, hour, I’ll, be, me, again,” and standing to pace across the desk, she enquired if this was enough proof and if there was any who wanted to volunteer.