Holding the pill between thumb and forefinger, Matt eyed the little pill skeptically. Finally, with a shrug and mumbled “Ten thousand bucks,” he popped the white tablet in his mouth and swallowed.
The pill's effects were immediate. Matt reached out a steadying hand and found only air, as the room spun around him. “What the?” Mercifully the spin was as short as it was sudden, and he never lost his feet. When Matt’s eyes refocused he looked to Hunter to ask him what the hell he had gotten them into but the words died in his throat.
Hunter had inexplicably shot up several inches and his normally slight frame had broadened and filled out with muscle mass. He had lifted his shirt and was admiring the 8 pack abs that had appeared there. He looked up at the outburst from Matt, and grinned, “Oh nice, you’re going to be a little cutie,” he said.
“What do…” Matt started to say but abruptly cut off at the high-pitched feminine voice that came out. Clapping a hand to his mouth, he looked down to see his frame rapidly shrinking, and more alarming, Matt watched as his chest began to expand under his shirt. What was happening to him? The change didn’t hurt. He just seemed to tingle all over. He quickly grabbed for the waistband of his sweats, as he felt them falling to the floor. As he did so he pulled them away from him and peered down fearing what he would see. Matt’s face went ashen.
“Don’t worry, the effects wear off after five hours,” Hunter said, reaching out to stabilize his friend, who looked like he was going to faint.
“You knew?” Matt hissed at him in disbelief.
Hunter at least had the good sense to look abashed, as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Uh yeah, the first two times it made me jacked, but last time. I got similar results to you. I didn’t say anything ahead of time, because I didn’t think you would believe me and there was a chance it would have just made you more jacked. At least, I think that’s what would have happened.” “How can this even be real?” Matt asked in disbelief.“Look man, I don’t know. It just is. But I swear it’s only temporary, you will be your old self by the time we leave. Now come on, we need to get through makeup and out on the floor.” He said taking Matt by the arm and pulling him along. “Just try to relax and go with it. You’re going to have a night you will never forget. And get a cool eleven Gs at the end.”
Matt was about to object and ask what else hadn’t Hunter told him, but they were already at the back of the room, and Hunter let go of his arm as he headed to his assigned chair.
“Number thirteen?” A tall woman with long electric blue hair asked, standing next to the only empty chair left. “Uh yeah, I guess so,” Matt said looking down at the number on his cup.
“I’m Shantay, I’ll be your hair and make-up stylist. Normally, I would have you hop in my chair first, but let’s get you in your wardrobe before your clothes fall off you anymore.” She said as she looked at Matt desperately clutching his sweats in place. “This will be your outfit for tonight.” She took a hanger off a hook on the edge of the table and handed it to Matt. Matt took the hanger with his free hand and stared at the skimpy outfit. On it was a plaid micro skirt, a tiny pair of white panties, a lacy black bra, and what he supposed was to pass as a shirt, although in truth it didn’t look like it would do much more than cover his shoulders.
“It’s your first time huh?” Shantay said sympathetically. “I trust you can figure out the panties, but I will help you out with the rest.” She watched as Matt stood frozen, looking for someplace he could change. “Don’t be shy, it’s not like it’s your body anyway,” she said with a wink. Matt blushed at the comment but figured she had a point. Letting go of his sweats, he hurriedly stepped out of his pants and pulled the panties up his legs. He marveled at how electric it felt as he slid the thin cotton up his new smooth legs and over his hairless pussy.
“You got a cute one,” Shantay said smiling. “I’m sorry?” His new voice sounded so small and strange in his ears.
“Your kitten,” Shantay said matter-of-factly. “It’s cute. They’re not all that way, you know. I bet you never really noticed before as a guy.”
“I uhh, guess not,” Matt said feeling embarrassed by the subject matter. “Do you know how they do it? The change I mean?”
“Not a clue.” She wrapped the tiny skirt around his waist and zipped it up. “I couldn’t believe it the first time I saw it, but after the tenth time or so, it sort of loses its shock value. Alright, let’s lose the shirt.” She said giving it a tug.
“And everyone has gone back to normal, right?” His last word trailed off as he stared down at his new chest.
“You may be a girl on the outside, but you are still all guy on the inside,” Shantay said, holding out the bra for him to slide his arms through the straps and then fastening the band behind his back. “And yes, everyone has always gone back to themselves at the end of the night.” She slipped the shirt into place, knotting the front of it just beneath his breasts causing them to pull together and lift.“I feel like I am going to spill out,” Matt said looking down, unsure of the outfit.
“Yeah? Welcome to being a female model. Now into the chair.” Shantay said.
Matt took a seat, his breath catching at the sight of his reflection. Looking back at him was what appeared to be a barely legal sex bomb on her way to shoot a porno. His white panties were clearly visible beneath his tiny skirt. His stomach was taught with just a hint of muscle definition, he was sporting the largest set of breasts he could recall seeing, and his face had soft feminine features from a button nose to high cheekbones and big doe eyes. He was the model of femininity. On top of it all was a mass of thick spun gold hair falling past his shoulders. Matt watched as Shantay styled his hair into two ponytails. She did his makeup, giving him a pouty lip and making his large eyes pop even more.
“One last touch,” She said slipping ruffled anklet socks and black mary-janes on his feet. “Knock them dead, Thirteen.” Shantay gave him a wink, as an assistant appeared to lead him out to the gallery.
Matt looked around for Hunter, but he was the last model to leave as he followed the assistant out through a set of doors and two flights of stairs. His new height and the slight heel on the shoe meant Matt had to use the handrail to keep from tripping as he climbed the stairs. They exited the stairwell into a large brightly lit room, with blank white walls and large mirrors.
Staring in disbelief, Matt took in the scene before him. Arranged in a large semicircle were various contraptions that looked like a bastard abomination of a luxury car interior and a BDSM dungeon. He watched as other assistants helped their models into the devices, while others were already occupied by their respective models.
