Nah, that would be like cheating on Tara.
You wait for her to come out, and she leaves her friends inside so you two can be alone.
"Yeah, so my teleporter really works! I'm going to win the science fair for sure!" you lie, not telling what it really is.
"Really? Can I try it out? Please?" She begs, playing right into your trap.
"Well, I don't know... There might be some side effects..."
"Oh please! Please please please PLEASE!!!"
"Well, Ok."
She gets into the pod, and you climb into the other one, slamming down the big red button. There's a blue flash of light, and you feel your mind litterally being torn from your body, and harshly shoved into a new one.
Your head hurts a little, but it's no big deal. You push the door, and get out, stumbling over to the mirror. "It worked!" you say to yourself quietly, making sure she can't hear you. You'll have to convince her it was a malfunction.
You look over yourself. Big breasts, bigger than you remember. Long blonde hair, with several braids fashioned into it, accenting your dark, sexy skin. Your legs are long and thin, stretching out from underneath your short white, cotten skirt, which was easy to move around in. Your breasts felt like mellons, poking out of your tight, sleevless black T-Shirt.
You cover your lower body, assuming your penis would burst into an erection from the extremely high level of sexyness at work, but then, as your hands grace nothing, you remember that you don't gotta worry about that anymore.
"Kyle! I think your machine has a bug in it!" She yells out, her hands jolting off of your penis. She had discovered her new apendage already...
"I know, and I warned you! Now we have to stay like this for a week, or I'll risk overheating the machine and breaking it." You lie again.
She nods in guilt, and you silently snicker to yourself, enjoying the sound of your new voice. "We better not let anyone find out, so we'll have to keep apearances up. I'll have to go to the mall with your friends."
"Yeah... Ok... I'm sorry to make you go through this..." She says.
"Don't worry, I still love you." you say, as you walk back into the house.
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