"Aw c'mon, man!" Jim sputtered. "You wanna be a girl? What're you, a homo?"
"No way, you know I like girls. Think about it, dude--we can see any of the girls we want, totally nude!"
Jim shook his head at his friend. "No way, uh-uh, forget it. I'm a boy and I'm--" Jim cleared his throat suddenly. "I'm..." He stopped again as his voice cracked. "I'm not doing it," he said firmly despite his voice. He shook his head again for emphasis, and was startled as a mass of thick blonde hair covered his eyes. "What the hell?" he snapped in a clear, high soprano voice. He reached up to brush the hair from his eyes, but his arm was stopped when it hit something warm and soft. Even worse, he felt his arm touch his flesh at the same time.
Jim heard Rick start to laugh as he maneuvered his arm around the obstruction and wiped the hair from his eyes. He had a pretty good idea what had happened, but could not help a gasp of shock when he looked down at himself. Twin breasts thrust out from his chest, barely covered by a white cotton blouse. Below he could make out a short dark green skirt and long sleek legs ending in dainty feet that were nesteled in short-heeled dark green pumps. At least I'm color-coordinated, he thought dully to himself. Jim shook his--or apparently now her--head and looked at Rick. She sighed as she realized she now had to look up at her friend.
"I told you I didn't want to be a girl! Look at me!" Jim said, wincing at the sound of her new voice. It sounded....sweet, even though she was mad.
Rick leered down at him. "I am looking, man, trust me. A good long look!"
Jim crossed her arms under her breasts, trying to ignore the sensations that produced. "Change me back this instant, you perv!"
Rick pouted and said:
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