Baxter suddenly realizes his penis is getting soft again... and much smaller. He desperately grabs his boyhood as it shrinks to a mere inch, then withdraws completely into his groin, leaving a small vertical slit. He starts to shrink and grabs a cabinet door to steady himself.
He feels strangely out of balance, his upper body heavy but his waist lithe and supple. A long comma of dirty blonded hair clouds his vision while something tickles his spine.
The changes halt abruptly, leaving Baxter panting on the floor. One hand grabs his missing dick and the other his chest. A high, feminine scream echos around the room.