Doug was on his way home when he felt the first hint that something was wrong with him. He pulled over, falling out onto the side of the road as a strange electric sensation filled his body. He thought he might be having a heart attack, but realized that this was far worse. His limbs were shivering, bones stressed to their breaking points as he thrashed under the full moon.
"What's happening...to me?" He screamed, hoping someone could hear him. But he was far enough from the city that his cries went unheeded. He thrashed about wildly, his skin feeling like it was on fire.
The first thing he noticed was the slight puffiness beneath his shirt. It started to grow, pulling the material tight against his chest. Doug pulled at the shirt, finding a pair of swelling breasts forming beneath it. He reached down between his legs, feeling his manhood retracting within his trousers.
"Oh...God...no!" He moaned, his vision obscured by a mass of brown hair that was growing from his scalp. It was strange, since he was blond and had short hair, but knowing what was happening, it didn't suprise him that much. The convulsions grew more violent, and Doug felt his body expelling all the waste it contained, shedding as much mass as necessary. Tear dripped from his once-blue-now-brown eyes, staining the now-feminine flesh of his cheeks.
Doug's shirt tore as electricity rose from his body, shattering the cloth around him. He laid there as he grew more and more feminine, taking the shape of the woman whose voice he'd only heard once two months ago. His trousers and shoes began to develop holes as the strange pink energy ravaged them. The night was driven away as the young man's body glowed like a spotlight, then, as quickly as it had begun, Doug found himself in the dark, silent and in a very unfamiliar body. He forced himself to his feet, supporting himself against the hood of his car as his new breasts hung from his chest. With his free hand, he cradled them, then brushed the long brown hair out of his face.
"What just happened to me?" Doug asked in that familiar voice, but with a distinctly American accent. He took a step toward his car, and his shoes shredded instantly. His pants were barely long enough to even be considered shorts anymore, but they did keep him from being considered completely obscene. Sliding into the driver's seat, Doug cradled his new breasts until...
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