"You need a change." Crys picked up the pen and paper, ready to write. "I'm going to give you one.
She wrote: "Bill is an eighteen year old, buxom, babe in body."
Bill gripped the arms of his chair as his entire body felt like it was on fire. He grunted in pain as his body changed in front of Crys' eyes. The manly sounds slowly turned into female moans of unwanted pleasure. His frame slendered and the body hair he had disappeared. His arms thinned while his hips flared a bit. His hair became a rich brown in shoulder-length style while his face took on the features of his wettest dreams. Sizeable breasts grew from mounds with puffy nipples to massive DD funbags - pert and sensitive. As Crys enjoyed the sights and sounds, her penis became hard for the first time. She fondled the head, holding the pen and paper in the other hand. She watched as Bill's own penis slowly retracted, leaving a wet trace of his own precum all the way to his newly forming vagina. The mons puffed up and his penis became a nice, big, clit - glistening with juices.
A final gasp and he was gone. She climaxed with the pleasure of the transformation. Her limbs trembled and her body slid down in the chair, slumping.