Glad to finally be away from the phone and that loser dyke's weirdo porn fantasies, Kyle turned his focus back to his room. Surely there was something he could wear so he could get to school already. As much as he liked the thought of going to school in his current state of dress, sooner or later a teacher would come around and kill his buzz, and he'd probably get suspended from the football team. Maybe if Jen's transformation actually happened to him, he could get away with going there in his birthday suit, so it wouldn't be all bad; then again, his new birthday suit would be a shemale with a pussy instead of a head, so it would still be bad; then again again, he could make every girl in class want him, so maybe it would still be worth it-
Kyle stopped himself there. Why was he entertaining this notion seriously? Clothes first, headless dickgirl dyke fantasies later. Sighing, he knelt down and rummaged through a clothing pile on the floor for a few seconds to no avail. In frustration, Kyle slammed his fist against his desk, causing a pair of jeans and the desk lamp that had been holding them to fall right on his head. Disregarding how they ever got up there in the first place, Kyle decided they'd have to do.
As Kyle stood up to put the jeans on, he suddenly felt unbalanced and fell back on his ass. He hadn't noticed before, but his lower body was tingling, and his wider hips and smoother legs were obviously different - more like they belonged on a girl. Maybe he was just seeing things, he rationalized, and bent forward to push himself back up. Unfortunately for Kyle, this tingling wasn't done with him yet, spreading to his upper torso and altering him further. His chest slowly swelled forth as his waist narrowed slightly, and the weight of his new breasts along with his still-adjusting center of gravity sent him careening forward onto his face. As the tingling spread to his arms, Kyle looked himself over, not really looking much like a "him" anymore outside of the bulge in his boxer briefs, and he realized that Jen's stupid, awful transformation was really happening to him. As he thrashed about in panic, trying to do anything to stop this, the tingling sensation reached his head, and he felt less and less of it as he began to pass out.
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Moments later, Kyle's eyes began to open. Except he didn't feel any eyes to open. For that matter, though he had vague senses of hearing and smell from above his shoulders, he couldn't actually sense the parts of his body that were supposed to fulfill those functions. Fearing the worst, he brought a hand to his face, and tried to touch his nose - his finger met nothing but air as it passed through his vision. Feeling between his shoulders in his shirt's neckhole, however, was something that was pretty familiar to him yet definitely not meant to be there - a hairy pussy, one that made Kyle shiver when touched.
Kyle's panic returned, and he swiftly got up, fumbling all the way due to his new body, to see himself in his full-body mirror. Sure enough, Kyle now looked as Jen had described: his dick and balls were the only remnants of being truly male, as the rest of his body was quite female. His wider hips and modest breasts were hard enough to reconcile, but the oddly-well-groomed vaginal slit that sat where his neck once had was making him feel frightened and aroused at once.
"What... the... FUCK?!" Kyle's androgynous telepathic voice screamed in his metaphorical head as he reached for his cell phone.