Looking over at Luke, Elizabeth saw the young man perplexed and nearly hyperventilating. He was looking down at his hands with a tinge of panic showing on his face. "Wha... wha... what the fuck," he whispered to himself as his new, petite hands went directly to his chest, each breast easily encapsulated by his new digits.
"L-Luke. It's going to be okay," Elizabeth said, bringing the 21-year old's attention to her.
When Luke saw Elizabeth standing there, head atop his former body, he pointed at her, then gestured down to his body. "What the hell is this?" he shouted.
"Luke," Elizabeth said, reaching out with her new masculine hands, "I didn't think it would actually work."
"What? What would actually work? You did this!" He said, walking over with an effeminate gait that Elizabeth knew all too well.
"It's this damn remote I found. It was just laying around, and I thought it was a joke... obviously, I was wrong," she tried to explain.
Luke was still taking in all of the new sensations of his new body. His hands rubbed up and down his own sides, feeling the new curves that he had just acquired. He noticed how the blouse fit snugly over his chest and waist, as his skirt was tight along the curves of his hips and thighs. Luke had known Elizabeth for a little awhile, but he never thought he would see her like this. That's when he realized the biggest change of all. His hands went for his crotch, but instead of the bulge he knew he should have, it was smooth and void.
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