Cory knew he had to get back to that Chronivac machine, to try to figure his situation out. He was becoming more and more feminine by the minute. His hands tingled, and he watched his skin become smoother and paler. His fingers grew a bit longer, he saw, as he poked one of his new breasts.
Cory gasped. It was firm, and he felt it clearly. These were his, all right. He felt the beginnings of a tingle in his nether-regions and decided he had had enough. He was getting into his room, one way or another.
Cory quickly made his way back to his street, glancing around in a paranoid frenzy to be sure nobody was watching him. Good thing it was a quiet street; nobody was out. His legs were growing longer, more slender. He loped back to his house and snuck into the dimly lit backyard, avoiding the automatic light. Cory fidgeted as a new vagina formed between his legs, replacing his manhood. He (she) was beginning to sweat now. Cory glided up the back porch stairs and silently, ever so silently, entered the house, closing the door behind her.
Cory noticed a light on in another area of the house. Her mother was in the living room with the TV turned up, and Cory took advantage of the noise to get back to her computer. Successfully entering her room, she locked the door just in time to watch her hair grow out a few inches. Pushing it out of her face, Cory spied the Chronivac.
Cory kicked off the sparkly sneakers and sat roughly at the computer. The tights were beginning to itch, and Cory pulled at them in frustration. She put her fingers on the keyboard, intent on shutting the machine off. Instead, a wave of green light passed into her as she blacked out.