Suddenly your phone rings, “Oh thank god,” you think to yourself, “Oh sorry I need to take this.” You say rushing for your phone. You pick it up and say, “What’s that? Yes sir, I’ll be right there. Sorry Nick that was Will he needs back right away.” You say smiling as you instantly make your way to the door, “Ah okay, well thanks coming.” He says adjusting his towel and trying to follow after you. “Yeah no problem… bye.” You say shutting the door behind you and rushing to the car, now in your male form.
You start the car and look down, comforted by the site of your male body wearing pants. You then drive back to your place, but this time you let down your vanity mirror to confirm your theory, and you were right. As you drove down the road you could see yourself changing, from a blond, to a redhead, from Asian to African, and you feel your chest expand and contract.
You finally make it home, as you walk into the front door, you find Joey on the couch which then reverted you to your transformation from earlier. “Hey sexy, How’d it go?” he says smiling, “Hey don’t push it man.” You says, “Sorry man couldn’t resist, but seriously how did it go?” he asks, “Well you want the bad part or the it got worse part?” you ask sitting down on the opposite side of the couch. “Ah let’s go with the bad part first.” He says, “Okay well he somehow got me inside, offered me a drink, I said no, and then he comes back wearing a towel and tried to get me to go skinny dipping with him.” You say disturbed by the very thought, at which point Joey barely falls on the floor laughing, “Wow!” he says trying to calm down, “It’s not funny!” you exclaim, if I hadn’t set my phone to go off so I could pretend “Will” needed me back here I don’t know what would of happened.” You say, “Okay well your safe now so how does it get worse?” he asks, “Well when I got there I transformed, but it wasn’t into this,” you say gesturing to your current body, “I was blonde and wearing a tight black dress.” You say, “Wait so your transformations are different?” he asks, “Yeah and on the drive over and back I kept changing, and now I’m back to the way I was this morning.” You say, “Wait so you mean what you look like depends on who’s looking at you?” he says, “Yeah, which means this is for you.” You say standing up and looking at him like your current state was his fault. “Hey, what is that look for? I didn’t wish this on you.” He says, “But now that I think about it.” He says as he stands up to take a good look at you, “I do prefer girls shorter than me, with dark hair, the proportions are perfect.” He says, “Hey!” you say snapping him out of his concentrated stare.
He then takes a few steps away to give you space, “But I’ve never thought about a single girl with all my preferred characteristics, or seen a girl that looks exactly like you. This must be some kind deep physiological stuff, and the clothes change too, this is insane.” He says, “Yeah tell me about it.” You say, “But wait what happens if multiple guys are around?” he asks
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