"I don't care, Genie," said Ben. "I wish to be transformed into the physical embodiment of his deepest fantasy."
"Very well, Ben." said the Genie. "Have fun!"
With that, he vanished, and Ben was alone -- and still Ben!
"What the hell?!?" shouted Ben. "I guess it was all a joke any----argh!"
A jolt of electrical sensation shot through Ben, and he leapt up as if he'd been struck by a lightning bolt. His groin felt like it was hooked up to an electrical outlet!
Quickly, Ben dropped his boxers and ran to the full-length mirror in his closet. He wasn't going to miss this bizarre event.
The Genie's voice echoed in the closet. "Well, Ben, you're entirely too hairy. We must fix this first. So let it begin."
Ben groaned as the hair on his chest, arms, legs, and underarms began to shrink and thin. He watched in amazement as the last of the hair pulled into his skin, leaving him smooth.
His amazement was short-lived however, as the next wave of the change that would take him into his new form hit. It felt as though a vacuum had been turned on inside him, and he watched as his love handles and his musculature shrank away, leaving his boney frame that was. . . cracking?
With a shudder, his spine and legs cracked, taking three inches off his height. Staring at his form, he watched as his ribs reshaped into softer, female lines, his shoulders thinning and growing narrower.
A tingling burst of pleasure washed into his groin, filling his penis and balls with a strange sensation. With a shudder, he grabbed his large balls, to feel them slowly shrinking in his hands, smoothing and hardening -- transforming from sperm-loaded gonads to egg-filled ovaries. With a jerk, first his left ball, then his right pulled out of his fingers and into his body, leaving an empty ballsac.
Sweat poured profusely from his body as his progression into womanhood accelerated. Changes rippled through his abdomen, feeling like a miniature earthquake in there as unseen female organs formed and grew. His sac sank flush with his body as his penis softened.
Pulse. . . Pulse. . . PULSE. . . his penis shrank little by little with every pulse, tugging closer and closer into his groin, vanishing away. With a sudden yank, it pulled completely in, leaving nothing but the piss-slit, which already was widening.
Soon, the piss-slit stretched back toward his ass, and with a peeling noise, rose into a new vagina. Bolts of pleasure shot into his nipples as they hardened and darkened. The pulsing resumed, and with each PULSE, his (her) breasts got bigger.
Then it was all over. A knock-out 5'4" brunette with DDs stared back in the mirror at him.