Liz did not intend to go as long as Trish did, simply in the interest of keeping things moving. She quickly knelt down and untied her shoes, kicking them off in the same direction as Trish did. Kyle felt the floor moving beneath his feet, so he presumed that his feet were shrinking. And they were, going from a man’s size 10 to a woman’s size 6. They became as delicate as his hands. Sensing that Liz was moving fast, he kept his eyes fixed on her.
She also didn’t move quite as seductively as Trish did, probably because she had no intention of seducing someone who would soon be female. Trish, on the other hand, didn’t mind because she liked to experiment. Liz yanked her top off next, tossing it aside as quickly as she removed it. Kyle felt his shoulders drawing inward, building up a moderate amount of pressure. His hair now covered all of his shoulder blades, whereas before it rested perfectly in between them. Now Liz removed her skirt just as quickly as she did her top. The second it hit the floor, Kyle clutched his chest. Liz saw this and stopped moving for a second.
Jamie spoke from the couch. “I think his chest and stomach are flattening out. He probably can’t breathe that well.” Kyle groaned loudly, which Jamie took to be a confirmation of her idea. “He’ll be OK in a second,” she reassured. Kyle’s stomach and chest did flatten out. He now possessed the same flat abs that his soon-to-be cheering kin had. He let go of his chest, and Liz started to go again. Then, without turning around, she reached her hands behind her and unclasped her bra. She then took it off her chest very quickly, but made sure that she still gave him a nice view of her gorgeous rack.
Now it was time for his waist to pull inward. He again felt pressure, but not as bad as with his chest. He shrank from a 31 to a 24 in a matter of seconds. Still moving very quickly and not wasting any time, she slid her hands under her thong, guiding it down to the ground. She kicked them off her feet, which were still wearing their socks. His hips flared outward, replacing some of the size that his waist had lost. They grew to a shape that wouldn’t quite be called hippy, but would give him a nice sway if he chose to walk accentuate them in his walk.
Liz now decided to do something a little tricky. Keeping her eyes firmly planted on him, she decided to fondle her breasts a little, in an attempt to make up for her decidedly non-erotic striptease. But at the same time, she lifted her right foot off the ground and raised it next to her left. She then tugged at the sock with her foot, rolling it down over her heel, getting it to a point where she could just roll it off with the left foot only. Then she repeated the process with the sock on her right foot. Just as she slipped it off, she walked up to him and said, “Sorry for not as sexy as Trish was.” He said, “Oh, that’s OK.” His voice cracked slightly, and seemed to be up a bit in pitch. She reached her arms around his neck and gave him a hug. She looked over his shoulder and could see his ass transforming from its ugly, flat male state, to a nice, round, soft but firm, heart-shaped feminine ass. She reached her hand down and took a nice handful of it. Then walking back to the couch, she remarked, “I don’t know, Trish. Kyle here might give you a run for the money in the ‘Best Ass’ department.”
Kyle spoke up. “Please,” he said, “call me Kylie now. It’s better I get used to it,” she stated, her voice still cracking. They all nodded. Liz walked over to Jamie and said, “Come on, get up. Time to go do your thing.” Jamie got up, allowing Liz to sit down. Three very beautiful, naked girls were left sitting on Kylie’s couch. But Kylie never looked at that sight. Her eyes watched her walk the whole way to where Trish and Liz had previously stood, where their clothes now laid in piles. Kyle was still apparent facially, but in her mind she wasn’t Kyle anymore. She was Kylie now. It was time to take the final step.