Looking the selection, you realize that you really don't know what the difference is between the selection. Shrugging, you decide that the "Smooth You Smoothie" is probably the "smoothiest", so you order one.
The clerk goes to work, and shortly you have a large, plastic container of some yellowish brown, semi-frozen concoction which seems to have ground... what? flax seeds? floating in it. Taking a cautious sip, you discover that it has a slightly nutty, fruity flavor, and it is definitely smooth. Sucking on the straw you feel a cooling sensation as it slides down your throat. You shiver as the cold radiates out from your throat. You feel as if someone opened a door to the outside, yet you are far into the food court and nowhere need the mall's exterior doors.
You finish the beverage surprisingly quickly, even though you purchased a large size. You briefly consider buying another one; however, you discover you have a more urgent, pressing need.
Getting up from the table you anxiously locate the Men's Room. Then it hits you: the "Smooth You Smoothie" must be some sort of laxative smoothie!
All but sprinting through the restroom door, you quickly reject the first stall-- too, uh, "dirty", the second is occupied, the third (thank goodness!) is both empty and reasonably clean. You hurriedly yank your pants down, and plop onto the seat just in time! You hear a grumbled comment from the next stall, then whoever it is leaves. You don't care, you just feel very, very relieved. The smoothie really seems to have cleaned you out!
Feeling good, you lean back, idly scratching your "stuff", which comes off in your hand...!
"What the--?" you exclaim, staring with disbelief at your manhood-- your dick and balls-- which are now in your hand. Reaching down, you attempt to somehow reattach it, only to brush your pubic hair into the toilet. Looking down, you notice your skin is really, really smooth between your legs-- like a Ken doll. Running your hand lightly over your legs, the hair falls off, revealing silky smooth skin. Pulling your shirt up knocks off your stomach hair, revealing yet more silky skin, with no belly button to mar the surface. No nipples on your pecs, either... Feeling your face, the stubble which should be present this time of day is missing. Worriedly, you yank on the hair on top of your head, and, to your relief, it doesn't fall out. It does, however, feel exceptionally silky and fine.
"Oh my god, what have I done?!" you moan, noticing your voice sounds very smooth and clear-- and somewhere between male and female-- not quite either.
You stare at your detached penis and nut sack, you note that it looks like some sort of plastic-like prosthetic. Its back is sealed with a layer of (fake?) skin, and you wonder if there is some sort of way to reattach it, maybe with some sort of glue...? Or, maybe, you should go back to the Smoothie place and get something which will reverse this? Maybe there is some sort of advantage to your current state, you just haven't thought of it yet?