You decide to leave for the party. You try to ignore the tingling as you go out to your black Cadillac Escalade and drive towards Christine's house. The tingling suddenly stops as you pull up to the burnt-red colored house that you had seen many times before. Christine comes out. She is dressed as a nurse, and you can see that the costume was of good quality. She stopped at the side of the car and said, "Is that you Jake?"
"Yeah", you respond in a higher voice then I remembered having.
"Wow, you even worked on a high voice to make it seem realistic, nice work!", she chuckled. "I'd almost believe that you were a Hooters Girl if I didn't see the car you pulled up in.
"Hehheh", you laugh awkwardly. You don't know what was going on, but the tingling started up, grew in intensity, harder then it had ever before, and then stopped. But this time, it seemed to have gone for good. As soon as you get inside to the party, you run to the nearest bathroom. This room, unlike yours at home, is luxorious, gleaming gold everywhere.
"Someone's rich", you mutter. But then you stop dead in your tracks. The full length mirror is now directly in front of you. You look so much like a Hooters Girl that you start to get an erection...or wait...you don't. Something seems very wrong. You decide to find out once and for all what is wrong. You strip. First off come the pants, followed by the uncomfortable underwear, then the shirt. You reach up to take off the black wig. For some reason it won't come loose. You pull and pull at the fake hair, but this sends pain into your scalp and you cry out in pain. But the cry is quite feminine. That's when it hits you. The fake breasts haven't come off yet. You also realize that you haven't taken a good look in the mirror. You slowly look up, afraid to see what you almost already know.
A naked woman stands in front of you in the mirror, with voluptuous curves and a nice firm ass. She has quite large breasts, maybe DD size, and jet black hair with a slight wave to it. Still not totally realizing the circumstances, you keep staring at this goddess of a woman. Suddenly, you notice the clothes on the sink. The clothes from the costume. Your costume. Finally, the full force hits you. You are the Hooters Girl! You scream in a high pitched voice that you now know is your own. Lastly, you look directly down at the spot where your penis should have been. In its place was a vagina, with a nice black shrub above it, replacing the brown shrub that had once been yours. You slowly sit down on the cold tile flooring of the bathroom and begin to cry. This wouldn't be your normal reaction, but it appears that your hormones have changed as well.
Now the decision is what to do next. You could go tell Christine the circumstances and see if she would understand. You could also go to the costume shop and see if they could fix what happened to you that one night. Or you could dry away the tears and enjoy this amazing body that you're now in. It's time to decide...
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