Tiffany, unsure of what to expect, took a cautionary sip of the liquid. After all, what if there was no cure? No going back?
As the liquid passed down her throat and was slowly absorbed into her body, she felt a strange movement in her crotch, sort of like a popping feeling. Lifting her skirt revealed the expected result, albeit smaller than the results brandished by unusually headstrong Katie.
Dropping her panties for a clearer look revealed to decently-sized grapes hanging in front of her usually neatly shaven haven. Of course, where a penis *would* live was a blank area, almost begging for a male muscle to emerge and allow her to expend the contents of her newly grown testicles.
As such alien thoughts now entered her otherwise female mind, she stared across the room at Katie...