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"Hey, bros, check this out," laughed one of the guys who was drinking a beer with Dylan and other 2 boys. "Here's another bitch in short shorts and a shirt with an open stomach and huge tits. Come here, honey, sit with us." He patted his thigh, showing to waitress that he wanted her to sit on his lap.

"Stop! Stop it guys!" said Dylan with a little anger and annoyance, trying to calm the others. "You're scaring her!" then turned to the girl and said with an apologetic tone. "Yes, guys, this is all ve-e-e-ry funny, but I need to take a leak! Yick! I'll be back in a second." said Dylan stumbling over words, while trying to get up from a couch and walk straight.

This night started off as a typical college party at a friend's house, where a bunch of students are drinking alcohol and getting high. However, for such rich guys like Dylan and his friends, this type of entertainment is just a warm-up, a prelude to a wild night on the town. And everything were going great, they had lots of fun, drinking, dancing, talking, joking and nothing foreshadowed anything bad, just the opposite - they had a blast.

So when Dylan left the company and went to the toilet, everything seemed perfect, and when he notice a strange old lady with white robe and signs on it, who stood quietly in the corner of the men's toilet, he immediately laughed loudly and said, "Hey, grandma, what are you doing here, ha-ha-ha... It's a men's toilet! Girls toilet is next to... Oh shit! Wh-who-who-who-what?!"

"Calm yourself, child," said the old lady with a quiet confident voice and flew into the air in front of the stunned Dylan, continuing. "Your soul is so cold, corrupt and sinful! That is, Dylan Alexander Brown - you have everything, but you have nothing at all, except an empty and decaying body that brings pleasure to only yourself, and completely devoid of spirit... You are doomed, but I give you a chance. Become pure and innocent and cleanse your soul!" and waved her hand in the air, making everything around disappear, leaving only him alone in the white empty space.

"What's wrong with my clothes?! Hey, granny, what the fuck is going on?! Who are you?!" shouted Dylan, clutching his head because... I felt that something was itching there and looked down at my body, on which only my panties remained. Then suddenly his arms filled up with hair, while his chest and hips got rounded, his shoulders shrunk and his ass and thighs increased, his cock disappeared, giving way to the appearance of a shaved vagina, which became even more evident when Dylan's new panties, which were originally blue and without frills, turned into small tight panties of the same color, with a small bow and a transparent lace frill.

Dylan's legs without his desire began to move forward, while his hands instinctively moved from clutching his head to position like if he was running and started running faster and faster, while Dylan's breasts grew rapidly, becoming covered by the tight material of a sports bra, and his long hair was gathered into a thick ponytail.

"Wha-a-a-t-t's hap-p-p-p-ening?!" said Dylan, continuing to run, while the city around him and the road under his feet became brighter and clearer. And only when everything finally cleared up, Dylan stopped running and breathing heavily, his legs and feet were burning, while his heart was beating so fast that it seemed as if it was about to burst out of his chest.