"Yeah, I think it's touching things," said Gary.
"Then how did I turn into a woman in the first place?" asked Jack. "I was just standing in front of the bathroom mirror looking at myself --"
"You touched the door when you went in," said Gary.
"Then what about Sandra?" demanded Jack. "Did she touch Jenna Jameson or something?"
Gary thought for a second, and then remembered. "She was looking at magazines at the gas station. I think that's how our car changed -- she was reading a car magazine. Maybe she touched a porno."
At that point, Sandra emerged from the bathroom, back in the halter top, miniskirt, and high heels she'd been wearing before, attempting to use one of the smallish white motel towels to dry her long red hair, and immediately started talking. "So I sit down on the toilet, take these shoes off, and my feet start aching a little bit. I try to stand up, and it's like I'm standing on hot coals. You heard me scream, but then I put my feet back in the shoes, and instantly they feel fine again. So it's like I have to wear these shoes -- I take my shower wearing them, and it's a good thing there's that grab bar in there. Oh, and I can't figure out how to get this thing outta my belly button." She then looked at herself in the mirror above the sink and continued, "Yeah, and just as I thought, the makeup didn't wash off. I guess it's permanent." And she took the towel away from her head and pointed out, "Huh -- dry already, and it looks perfect." She turned around to say, "Guess I'm always gonna look like a centerfold." And then she said, "Holy cow -- Jack?!"
"Yeah, you're real observant," said the now-Chinese Jack.
"Try not to touch anything," said Gary, for Sandra's benefit. "Jack'll explain to you. I gotta...use the can."
"Try not to touch anything?!" Sandra repeated incredulously. Gary just went into the toilet/shower room and closed the door behind him. He pulled down his jeans and his tighty whiteys, finally relieving the pressure of an erection, and sat down on the toilet.
He couldn't believe how erotic Jack's transformation, from a cute Caucasian female to a beautiful Chinese woman, had been, and it was almost subconscious that he was stroking his dick, fairly vigorously. Of course he knew that Jack was supposed to be a guy, that she'd been a he just a few hours ago, although that was in a different parallel universe, the one where the male Jack was always trying to get into Sandra's pants --
And then there was Sandra. She'd gone from reasonably attractive to a knockout -- it was like she said, she looked like a centerfold come to life. Had she said that she had to wear high heels? God, that would be hot. He wondered if there was some excuse he could come up with to see her naked, and silently wished this motel suite had one king- size bed instead of two separate beds. Actually, he thought, Jack and Sandra would probably have ended up in the same bed, although that wouldn't have been too bad --
He orgasmed with a shudder, and with an audible but quiet "thud," there was a splotch of cloudy white fluid on the door. He reached over and unrolled a wad's worth of toilet paper, detached it, and got up to do the cleanup job. As he stood there without pants and wiped away the semen, he looked down and noticed that his penis was still at its full erect length, although a cautious prod with a fingertip showed that it was flaccid. It gradually sank down until it dangled farther down Gary's leg than he'd ever thought possible. Then something else happened that seemed impossible -- each hair on Gary's legs retreated, as did the unruly nest of pubic hair that surrounded his newly-enlarged genitals, leaving him smooth-skinned below the waist.
He didn't have much time to dwell on that, because his shirt literally melted off and disappeared, leaving him now totally naked. He could see that his torso was now also devoid of hair, and it looked like he was sucking in his stomach -- no, his gut was literally shrinking.
His chest started to expand, and between that and the hairlessness, Gary had the sudden fear that he, like Jack, was transforming into a woman -- and a tickle of hair on his shoulders didn't help much. But along with his chest, his arms and legs were also expanding somewhat, and by the time Gary saw a 6-pack of well-defined abdominal muscles form, he realized that what he was getting was the male body of his dreams.
Gary ran a hand through his shoulder-length hair as he pulled his underwear -- now a pair of red silk boxers -- and pants -- still jeans, but now resized and restyled -- up over his tanned, well-muscled legs. Well, Jack wondered when I was going to change, he thought. Anticipating a positive reaction to his new body by both Jack and Sandra, he started to become erect again.