"Chaz, or should I say Jazz as in Jasmine?" Brent laughs, as he runs his index finger down the middle of your exposed chest.
You gasp and quiver, your pecs explode into double D sized boobs. Your waist contracts, but your hips widen, and your jeans slide down to your hips. Brett chuckles, he seems to be getting taller. He unbuttons, your button, and then ties the ends of your shirt together under your breasts exposing your midriff. His index finger probes your belly button. You feel silky hair hanging down your neck and on your shoulders and cheeks. You blink, and open your mouth.
"What's hap-" you pause at the high pitched tone coming from your lips. You clear your throat, and try again, "What's happening to me?"
"Well, Jazz, you know I've always said that if I could find a girl with your personality, I'd be happy. And I found away to make you the girl of my dreams," he says with a sigh, "Oh, now don't fret, Jazz, you'll like it. The gem is not just changing you female, it's making you my perfect make. My pheromones will drive you wild. My penis is the perfect fit to your vagina, your orgasms will-"
"My vagina!" you shout. Your now long nailed hands probe your crotch. "Where did it go? Where's my cock and balls!"
"Calm down, Jazz," Brett says pulling you close and plunging his tongue into your mouth.
You gasp, and suddenly you find yourself kissing Brett back. It seems so natural, it seems so right. It's like you two were made for each other. A voice in your head corrects that feeling, "You were remade for Brett." There is a wrongness, but his touch, his smell. You still trust him, he's after all your best buddy. Your tongue slides between his lips as you kiss him back. You feel juicy between your thighs. You want it.