Dean decided to use the vial. He unplugged the cork. For a second, he hesitated, but went with it. He gulped it down in one swig. It tasted bitter. All of a sudden, he started getting dizzy. He fumbled to the couch where he dropped out cold.
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Dean awoke with a start. The room was dark, so dark in fact, that he could barely see the outline of his hand. He sat upward, realizing something heavy was attached to his chest. Starting to panic, he tried to feel what it was, and his results nearly made him faint: those were boobs. He quickly jumped to his feet and ran to the wall, feeling for a light switch. He hadn't realized how much a difference the change in his center of gravity was that he nearly fell over. He flicked on the lights (quite glad he found the switch) and ran to the kitchen. There was a bathroom door in there, and he whipped the door open. He looked in the mirror, and he saw a pretty girl staring back. Long brown hair, bright green eyes, small rounded face. From what he could tell, this was a female version of himself, judging how "she" had the same features as he did. He looked about 18 or so. He then looked at the boobs he found earlier to find they were pretty big for an 18 year old, at about (estimated, he couldn't measure) BB or even a C cup. His clothes were now falling off, as he had shrunk about 3 sizes. He worried about what had happened, but saw an opportunity to try something out...