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— Levitt, damn it, why are you silent?! — Garrett practically screeched, and the melodic, almost feminine pitch only intensified the overwhelming panic he was feeling—an emotion he’d never experienced before with his iron will. His voice grew higher and softer with each word, sounding more like an angry girl than a tough businessman. Garrett suddenly found his gaze, almost involuntarily, lingering on the men passing by. Tall, self-assured, some with a hint of stubble or in sharp suits—their presence now felt oddly tangible, strangely captivating.
He swallowed, feeling his tits tighten painfully under his shirt. This time, he couldn’t ignore the tingling or the weight. His body was reacting in ways he couldn’t control—as if new sensations he’d never experienced before were beginning to consume his mind. Each time he glanced at one of the men, a wave of heat seemed to ripple through him, causing his boobs to swell, his nipples to harden, and his heart to race faster.
— Garrett? — Levitt’s unsteady voice sounded on the other end. But Garrett barely heard him.
"I have to hide… Damn it, I need to be alone!" he thought desperately, realizing he couldn’t bear it if even one more person noticed him like this. The men around him, once merely colleagues or passing strangers, now sparked in him both embarrassment and a strange thrill that was unbearable.
Almost out of his mind, Garrett bolted towards the men’s restroom, glancing nervously around as he went. People were already throwing him odd looks; a few cast curious glances his way, but Garrett was too engrossed in his own internal turmoil to care about their reactions.
With each step, he could feel his tits jiggling under his shirt, his now-rounded form pressing awkwardly against the fabric as if it didn’t belong to him. His hips were broadening with each passing second. He walked quickly, stumbling slightly on his now-narrower legs and pants that sagged on him like a schoolboy trying on adult clothes, feeling his new boobs bouncing with every step, barely contained by his clothes.
His hair, now noticeably longer, tickled his neck as he moved. Garrett burst into the men’s restroom, slamming the door shut behind him and taking a heavy, shuddering breath. He approached the mirror, though at first, he didn’t dare lift his eyes. But the stillness around him forced him to face reality, and he slowly, with a trembling hand, brushed aside a stray lock that had fallen over his face.