"Hey Jim, what ya up to?" the voice of Rick called from upstairs.
Jim set the beaker back down on the table and watched his friend descend the staircase. "Tinkering with your chem set again?"
"You better believe it," Jim said, "And today is our day, my friend!"
"What have you done now?" Rick asked skeptically.
"Earlier today I snuck into the basement of the mens' locker room of the gym at school. I collected a sample of shower water from the pipes and collected a compound of DNA from the football team!"
"So you have some jock sweat. So what?" Rick asked.
"Well, I've combined that with some other compounds I've been working on and once I drink it I'll turn into a muscle-bound football star! The girls will go crazy for me!"
"Uh, Jim," Rick said cautiously, "Are you sure that you want to monkey around with DNA? You've never had much luck with that..."
"Relax and watch, pal, and maybe you can take a swig next," Jim said as he took a hearty mouthfull from the beaker.
Jim put the beaker back on the table and clicked 'Record' on his desk tape recorder. "Time: 5 seconds. No change." he said to the microphone.
"And why the gym shorts?" Rick asked.
"So that when my muscles bulk up they won't tear apart my clothes. No be quiet, I'm recording my reaction." Jim turned his attention back to the recorder. "Time: 30 seconds. Feel a slight tingling in my hands and feet. No outer changes yet."
Jim continued making log entries...
"Time: 2 minutes. I am experiencing an increase in energy. I feel like I could run and jump and flip without breaking a sweat."
"Time: 5 minutes. The hair on my head has grown by two inches. Strangely enough, my body hair seems to be thinning. Who knew that jocks weren't as hairy as the stereotype says?"
"Time: 7 minutes. I..."
"Jim?" Rick said.
"Not now," Jim said.
"But Jim, look in the mirror. I think something is going wrong."
"I'm sure it's nothing. I feel stronger and more energetic already. Give it time to finish."
"But Jim... JOCKS DON'T HAVE BIG NIPPLES!" Rick shouted.
Jim turned to look in the mirror and saw that his normal masculine nipples had grown into large, round, pink feminine nipples. He also seemed... shorter. His body hair was all but gone, but the hair on his head had grown further.
"I don't understand it... I'm looking feminine... I planned everything... Locker Room 12J... bath water... I..."
"Jim, 12J is the girls' locker room! 15J is the boys'!"
"Oh shit...." Jim said just before he passed out.
Jim's eyes fluttered open. He felt that he was laying down in his bed, but something felt wrong. His chest felt heavy... he felt lighter... and if he didn't know better, he'd say that his crotch was...
"AHHHHHHH!" Jim screamed in a high soprano voice. He bolted upright, the bedsheet falling off of him, revealing a pair of C-cup breasts resting perkily on a female frame.
"I was getting worried. You slept for two hours." Rick said.
"I'm a girl!" Jim screamed, "I'm a girl! I'magirlI'magirlI'magirl!"
"Calm down," Rick said, "You're a genius, Jim! Your plan worked - you just used the wrong bath water."
Jim leapt out of bed and immediately noticed that his gym shorts were gone. "Where are my shorts?!?" Jim cried as he grabbed the bedsheet and wrapped it around his body to keep Rick's prying eyes off of him.
"I, um, wanted to see if the changes were extensive." Rick said sheepishly, "But look at you - you look just like..."
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