"Shit!" You swear scrambling for clean clothes "Annette is going to kill me."
You don't even want to see the stupid chick flick she's dragging you to but already blew her off twice this month and you've got a feeling that if you stand her up again you'll be dumped. You're already pulling up your jeans up before you remember your new panties and the new equipment inside them. You don't think it would be a good idea to turn up wearing pink lingerie and definatly not with a pussy between you legs. You pick out a clean pair of shorts and wait for the familiar tingle to signal the return of you boy parts you wait and wait long minutes ticking by as you fight back panic. Nothing, desperatly you rifle through the bag until you find the recipite there at the bottom of slip in tiny print you see
"Caution effects of purchases automaticly reverse after items are removed, time before reversal will be equal to time worn plus one hour."
"Fuck!" You swear "that is some messed up small print. So I'm stuck with a cunt and child bearing hips until.." you you do the maths glancing at the clock " two o'clock tomorrow morning. Shit, how can I see Annette like this?"
You don't want to leave your apartment, don't want anyone to see you like this, but you don't want to let your girlfriend down either. What to do, what to do? Screw it you decide your not going to cower indoors all evening you are going to do your boyfreindly duty even if you aren't strictly a boy right now.
You pull on clean shirt and a pair of baggy sweat pants you hope will hide the femmine swell of your ass and stuff a rolled up sock in your boxers before rushing of to your date.