Tricia played around with the remote for a minute. She was amazed to see how many settings it had.
"There's even a way to turn me into a guy," she said, amused. "Oops!"
Her finger slipped as she tried to press the button to exit the gender menu. She hit the activation button instead. With the remote still pointed at the mirror, that could only mean one thing.
Gasping loudly, Trish backed away from the mirror, dropping the remote. A sudden, forceful movement in her nether regions sent her reeling. "The hell!" Her entire body started to feel heavier, thicker.
The sensations in her groin intensified. It wasn't painful, just nauseating. It felt like something had hooked onto her uterus and was pulling it out of her vagina. Her panties tightened as she felt something new form between her legs. She had a frightened feeling what it might be.
Now she felt pain, as her clothes proved too restrictive for what was growing down there. She frantically undid her pants and pushed them down her legs, all the while not caring that her shirt no longer had two distinctive bulges in it.
Her panties were tented out several inches. With trembling fingers, Tricia pulled them off to gaze in shock at a growing penis and testacles. Her new manhood was hard with the excitement of growth, and with the pain from its restriction gone, Tricia found herself feeling a building sense of arousal.
She did what came automatically to her in times when she felt this way before...she slipped a hand under her shirt. Her hand failed to find anything besides an empty bra and a flat chest. Realizing she had lost her breasts excited her even more...the act of transforming into a man with brand new features and sensations was overwhelming. She knew she ought to be more frightened than she was, but somehow she didn't care.
Collapsing on her bed, she grabbed her aching seven-inch member and started pumping. She'd given hand jobs to guys before, but performing one on herself was something entirely different...and she loved every stroke of it.
Gasping louder and louder, pumping faster and faster, it wasn't long before she experienced her first male orgasm.
Spent from the transformation and its aftermath, Tricia lay in bed for some time, her mind in a haze of wonder and confusion. With her left hand, the one that wasn't splashed in cum, she meant to twirl her hair. That's when she discovered her hair was much shorter than it was supposed to be. She rubbed her chin and felt stubble.
"What have I done?" he asked himself in a new voice, finally ready to embrace the fact that he was now an eighteen-year-old boy.