You notice locks of blonde hair rapidly growing from your head as your muscles and fat shrink to a far more appealing shape. As you shrink in height you notice your pecks expanding and curving into two breasts. Your waist feels like it is being squeezed as your hips grow noticeably wider. As your body grows ever slimmer, you feel your shorts slipping down your smooth thighs. The hair on your body has disappeared, leaving a smooth feel on your tanned skin. You panic as your masculinity draws closer and closer to disappearing until finally the transformation was complete. You turn to face the mirror on the cubicle wall anxiously to find out what happened. At that moment your mind is overcome by shock and awe.
This was the girl staring back at you in the mirror, and the girl that you've become: http://image.sporttruck.com/f/11512443+w...
You stare into the mirror. Looking back at you as a very attractive young blonde. This was the girl of your dreams. Although you do not have a top on, and your new body isn't big enough to fit in your shorts, you do not care. You are simply mesmerized by the sight looking back at you from the mirror. You drop your head down to analyze your new body. The first thing you notice is the huge bouncing breasts blocking your view of your own feet. You place your new hands on them and jiggle them about for a bit, watching yourself as you do so in the mirror.
You analyze further, noticing that the most manly part of your body was gone, leaving behind a small patch of pubic hair. You search your body for it, only finding a very juicy pair of buttocks and a hole in between your legs. The more your feel yourself up, the more your nipples become erect.
You look down to see your baggy pair of shorts flat on the cubicle floor. At that point you realize the situation that you are in. You are a very attractive girl, possibly aged 17, trapped inside a cubicle for men, in the middle of a heavily crowded beach, butt naked, and a girlfriend possibly waiting impatiently for you right now. Could things get any worse.
The shorts were too big for you. You have no choice but to wait until everyone leaves the beach. After taking a 20 dollar note from your shorts pocket, you drop down onto your surprisingly fragile knees and press your breasts upon the cold ground to look underneath the cubicle door. To your luck you find a discarded pink towel only an arm's reach from you. You slide your smooth arm under the door and reach out. You're surprised by how much you had to stretch your arm to grab the towel. At that point you realized that you're definitely not a tall girl. You won't be surprised if your were even shorter than your girlfriend Stacey!
Stacey. What would she make of this? Will she recognize you? And if she does, what will she do? What if your sisters find out about you? What if your parents find out about you? This is indeed a very serious situation. Stacey isn't exactly going to lend you her clothes isn't she? Stace isn't like that.
You ascend back up to your feet cautiously and you wrap the slightly dirty towel around your body. It felt awkward wrapping the towel over your chest. A slight breeze overcomes you in between the legs. You looked at yourself in the mirror with the towel wrapped around you. The towel was small. It barely covers up your cleavage and it is not exactly close to the knees. In fact, you could see the bottom of your butt cheeks hanging from the bottom of the towel. It looked like you was wearing a very revealing dress, a dress that your sister, Melina, would wear to a party. But at least it covered the valuable parts. It had to do. You can no longer wait in that cubicle. The stink is unbearable, and you can't keep people waiting.
You slowly swing the cubicle door open with the 20 dollar note in your hand. You make your first step onto the warm beach with your new feminine feet. You are surprised that no one has noticed you walking out of the male cubicle, but then again, your not exactly the black sheep of this farm aren't you?
As you press further across the beach you notice an empty spot where you and Stace both slept just a few minutes ago. Where did she go? As you asked this question to yourself you notice a shop outside the beach. It was a clothes shop. You knew that if Stacey wouldn't lend you her clothes, why not buy some yourself. At least until you turn back to normal.
So with the 20 dollars in your hand, you cautiously make your way towards the shop, trying your best to avoid the public and hold your towel in position over your body at the same time. But as you do, you accidentally bump into somebody familiar.
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