This was beyond insane. Late for school, AND now a pussy-headed dickgirl thanks to some bitch? And everyone would basically think it was pretty much normal? Kyle couldn't deal with this. But he could at least get someone to help.
Cell phone in hand, Kyle held down the 2 key to speed-dial his best friend, Fred. Fred loved to work with electrical things, both wiring outlets and tinkering with electronics. Kyle was also pretty sure that Fred was a secret perv with sexual appetites similar to Jen's, so there was a good chance that he could handle seeing Kyle like this.
The phone stopped ringing. "Yeah?"
"Fred, something weird as shit happened to me. You've gotta come over and help me out here!" Kyle cringed a bit as he heard his new voice again.
There's silence for a moment before Fred spoke again. "Kyle? Did you butt-dial me again? Whatever." The line disconnected.
What the fuck, Kyle thought. Why did Fred ignore him like that? He could be an ass sometimes, but to act like he couldn't hear him? Why would he-
Of course. Fred really couldn't hear him over the phone because Kyle didn't have a voice anymore. Apparently this telepathy bullshit only worked for people close to him. "Good thing we have texting now," Kyle thought as he shifted his phone and began to type out a message, having to adjust his usual texting pose to account for his new breasts being in the way. "Can't imagine if this had happened ten years ago or something, I'd really be fucked then."
"Sorry about that
Something fucking weird happened to me
Please come over and help"
As Kyle sent the message, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. While the sight of his new form was still jarring, and it was getting really hard to keep thinking of himself as a "he", more urgent was the fact that he was still only half-dressed at best. Even if Fred could handle seeing him like this, Kyle didn't particularly want his friend to see him half-naked, especially with this body. He needed some goddamn pants already, and probably something to wear over his neck-cunt.
As Kyle resumed his search for clothing, his phone chimed with Fred's response. Kyle looked it over: "Okay, be there in a minute." So he was coming, and soon.
A short time later, the doorbell rang. A now-dressed Kyle, wearing an old pair of briefs under his shirt to cover his neckhole, almost shouted for the maid again, until he remembered both that he didn't really want to be seen like this, as well as that she wasn't here anyway. Telepathically sighing, he made his way to the door and cracked it open, staying out of the sight of anyone outside. "Get in here, now. I don't want anyone else to see me right now."
As soon as Fred was inside, Kyle shut the door behind him. He then turned to Fred, who was definitely confused by Kyle's new appearance.