Jim's curiosity got the best of him and he tracked down the crying to the far toliet stall. He gingerly opened it up to see a girl crying.
She had long dark hair that fell down to her ass. She had big brown eyes whose beauty wasn't marred by the redness of her tears. She also had a nice pair of 36 C's. The weird thing was she was wearing male clothing. More specifically, a white dress shirt, pocket protector, black slacks and nerd glasses. None of these clothes particually fit her well, as she was way to small to wear them.
"Go Away!" she yelled. Jim's mind reeled. He had seen some wearing these clothes before. Wait, those were Ernie's clothes! Ernie, Jim's archnemesis in the chess club whose genius rivaled his own. As Jim usually used his crazy inventions to only increase women's bust sizes, Ernie tended to use them for other evil purposes.
Jim tried to keep his wits about him. "Ernie, what did you do to yourself?" Ernie knew that she been discovered so she replied. "None of your business Jim." "Come on, tell me and maybe I can help you." Ernie sighed. "Okay, if you simply MUST know I created a genetic alteration matrix. I thought I inputted the data for a virile man, but I unfortunately got my data files confused and ended up as my dream girl."
Jim raised an eyebrow in disbelief. Sure, that was theoretically possible, but he didn't think that Ernie was capable of altering someone's genetic structure in that matter. Envy rose in Jim's breast. He had planned on building the same device but Ernie did it months before Jim could get around to it. With malice in his heart, Jim decided to make sure that Ernie would never invent again.
"Why can't you just change yourself back?" Jim asked. Ernie sighed. "Because, silly, my dream girl is a total ditz. I can't figure out how to work it."
"Let me see it." Jim requested. Ernie relucantly handed the device to Jim. It looked like a game boy.
Jim fiddled with the controls when suddenly the device went off transforming
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