"I wish you were my girlfriend! You're the only person who gets me!" Tom yelled at the top of his lungs. With a flash of light and heat reality shimmered away around Bill, who found himself unable to move.
Bill was no longer standing on the street next to Tom. Instead he was back home sitting on the porch. But something was wrong, he couldn't move! Instead he was frozen as a feeling warmth crashed over his body, painful at first but then incredibly relaxing and soothing. But he couldn't feel anything beyond that. If he hadn't been caught up in the feeling of his imminent changes, he would have seen the world around him had frozen as well.
Had Bill been able to look down, he would have seen his male mass strip away, his overall height shortening while his legs seemed to stretch out. His feet shrunk in his black/gray sneakers which immediately became a pair of peppy white shoes with pink highlights. His bulky jeans tightened around his waist, which seemed to shrink inwards but then immediately curve outwards once more. The jeans hugged his now long, slender legs as his body hair ceased to exist along his legs and arms. His arms slimmed down along with his hands, ten soft red pools appearing on the tips of his fingers. The hard wood of the porch softened somewhat as his posterior swelled, the excess mass of his male body pooling there while even more former muscle and fat surged into his chest, sending two large mountains rising into the morning air while his stomach became taut and toned.
Something between his legs caved inward, leaving a warm void. His shoulders and neck slimmed, while his face changed, the once broad and strong bones reconfiguring into a far more feminine shape. His lips plumped and became coated with gloss and lipstick. Strong cheekbones pushed themselves up beneath where once flawless skin now resided. His nose slimmed while his eyes grew slightly larger, changing from brown to blue, eyelashes growing longer as the changes continued upwards, his ears shrinking in size while accessories materialized on his lobes. His short brown hair exploded from his scalp in a slightly curling cascade of silky locks, pooling on his new shoulders and draping down his arced back.
The final change was Bill's shirt, formerly just another t-shirt, now a white and black stripped designer top that had a risky neckline to his newfound cleavage while a strong supportive bra formed beneath his new organs. A light dusting crossed his face as very soft make-up was appled.
And with that, reality seemed to start once more. Birds chirped fro mthe trees, a slight breeze blowing away the last of the morning fog, Tom rounding the corner across the street...And the stone was nowhere to be found.
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