Quickly, you duck down behind cover, several pink lasers filling the space where your body had been just moments before. Your friend, John, who had followed you into the arena was not so fortunate. A beam strikes him in the center of the chest and he crumples down to the ground.
During a lull in the laser fire, you scramble over to John. Fortunately, John had never been a particularly large individual, only about five and a half feet tall and scrawny. You pick him up, sling him over one shoulder, and head for some better cover, shooting blindly behind you.
After making it to the safety of your base, you lay him down on the ground. He seems smaller now, he couldn't be more than five feet tall. You feel his wrist, and there's no pulse. Keeping calm as best you can, you begin administering CPR.
Fifteen chest compressions, two breaths...
Fifteen chest compressions, two breaths...
After the second set of breaths, his lips seem a bit more swollen than before
Fifteen chest compressions, two breaths
You stop and look at his face. It seems a little ...off... His cheekbones are more pronounced and his lips look full and feminine. His hair, which before had been a blonde crew cut, was now auburn and chin-length.
Still seeing no signs of life, you continue with the CPR
Fifteen chest compressions, two breaths
Fifteen chest compressions, two breaths
As you do the chest compressions, you feel his chest reshaping. It seems narrower than before, and there it feels a bit softer.
Standing back to give yourself a break, you look at John. Something is definitely right. Before your very eyes, his chest pushes out against the loose folds of his shirt. What might have been A-cup breasts when you stopped the chest compressions rapidly expanded outwards, straining against the formerly loose T-shirt. They grew straight through B-Cup, stopping at a very generous C-Cup.
Looking further down his body, you watch as his hips swell, straining the shorts that had been in danger of falling off of his diminished body. His legs become the shapely legs of a woman who works out regularly, and his feet shrink considerably. His face is now the definition of feminine beauty, with long auburn hair draped around it.
Suddenly, John's clothes begin to change. The shorts shrink, becoming form-fitting jean short-shorts that accentuate John's new ass. The shirt shrinks in a similar fashion, the sleeves disappearing, as it becomes a tank top. Slowly, the tank top diminishes even more, revealing a belly button ring. The tank top is now so tight it clings to your friend's every curve, the prominent nipples revealing quite clearly that the outfit transformation has left John without a bra.
What happens next?