Slipping it into the elasticated sleeve of her blouse, she waited for her old rivals, and new friends to finish getting dressed. There was a camaraderie between them all. They moved as one, ready to confront Keith with their newfound unity.
"I just wish she knew how we felt." Kelly suggested.
Charlene grunted her agreement, but didn't speak.
"How's it fair, that a guy is a stud, and a girl is a slut?" Vikki asked.
Charlene shrugged, unable to answer, as the group rounded the corner. Keith was there, and he was alone. Without a cohort of friends as an audience, he was less confident. His bravado having no need for an outlet, he could instantly tell from their demeanour that his hold on them had been broken.
"You're a complete shit!" Sally spat the words angrily. "If you weren't a guy you wouldn't act that way..."
"Yeah, I wish you were." Charlene echoed.
The surrounded Keith trembled where he stood, and in a moment was transformed. A strangled 'Eeek', spilt from his throat, as Keith was suddenly the same height as his tormentors. There was another scarier difference too. He felt... wrong. A quick exploration confirmed his worst nightmare. He was as female as them. Groping his bust, he felt the warm supple flesh in his hand. His bust told of the grasping hand too.
Reaching around, she found a fuller succulent ass too. With a gasp, her hands snatched around to find... to find nothing....
No! Worse than that, she was fully a woman, the tingle of sensations was entirely alien, but he couldn't deny the electric thrill that shot through his body.
"I'm... I'm a girl." she gasped in a strained whisper.
"No, a fine young woman." Sally observed, allowing her gaze to rest on Keith's bust.
"H...How?" she stuttered, "How, please... please reverse this..." Keith's voice was girly and high, far sweeter than any of the others. It carried no threat and no authority.
She snatched at Sally's blouse collar. For her grip to be slapped aside. She lacked the strength that formed the core of his ... her confidence. Keith was rootless, and lost.
Blinking, Charlene took in the terrified Keith. She rather enjoyed his cowering, and babbling. But, it made no sense to her.
"Kylie." she spoke the name, prompted by some unknown source.
Keith's head snapped in her direction, her other friends instinctively knowing it was her name. Some common bond they shared as sure as gravity told them, she was Kylie!
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