Feeling a little woozy you set the remaining vodka back on the counter and way your options.
The most obvious thing to do would be to reproduce the circumstances of your change but you’re not sure you could survive going through that again.
“Besides I’m not too sure about working this new equipment.”
Calling for help isn’t really an option.
“Who the hell would believe me?”
And tempting as it might be drinking yourself in to a comma isn’t going to help.
No you decide only the mysterious “Greyburg experiment” DVD can hold some clue to restoring your masculinity. You step back into the lounge looking for the remote and the packaging the disc came in. You stop in the doorway struck by the image on the TV. Somehow the picture has become paused on the last clip you were watching before… Well before.
You look closer mesmerized by the girl on the screen. She is looking straight out at you just like the others as a muscular man takes her from behind. Her blue eyes are half closed her blonde hair wild and her pretty face contorted at the point of orgasm.
“My god” you whisper touching your smooth soft cheeks “Is that me? Do I look like her?”
A glance into the glass surface of the coffee table confirms it. You could be her twin, excepting a lack of makeup and substituting an expression of stunned disbelief for one of sexual ecstasy. Staring at he frozen image you realize that what ever else has changed your mind is still male enough to be getting pretty turned on unfortunately the signals your female body is sending back are entirely strange and unsettling. You let out an involuntary sigh as your nipples tighten pressing against the thin cotton off your t-shirt. Unbidden your hand moves to the growing warmth between your legs.
“Mmm.” You sigh “No! No damn it. I’m not getting distracted. I’m going to fix this, get my cock back then, then. I don’t know; find some nice girl with low self-esteem to fuck.”
Smiling at your attempt at gallows humor you wipe your sticky fingers on your already soiled shirt and bend to retrieve the disc, as your hand closes on it you hear a sound that makes your blood run cold.
“John! Hey buddy you in? I got off work early, thought you might want to catch… a… movie..!? Whoa.” Your roommate walks in the door his voice trailing off as he catches sight of your bare ass. “I’m sorry I didn’t realize we had company. I’m Steve and you are?”
Straightening up mind racing you desperately try and think what to say after a long agonizing moment you clear your throat and say…