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Sitting on a cold rock in the middle of this stupid forest, Charlie was trying to pull himself together. Though it was incredibly hard to do, considering that just an hour ago, he didn’t have this damn long hair, which kept unpleasantly reminding him of what had happened. And the worst part—his dick was gone, along with everything else. Now, in its place, there was a smooth, shaved female… flatness. His knees—somehow wrapped in these tight leggings, without him even knowing how—were pressed against his chest, and he could feel how a pair of new breasts were awkwardly squished against them.
— Why the hell are you looking at me like that? — Charlie muttered, feeling a strange disgust at his new voice. It didn’t even sound fully feminine—it was almost childlike. Not that either option pleased him, but he didn’t really have a choice, so he just tried not to speak at all, avoiding any further reminders of these changes.
— I... — Greg averted his gaze, feeling his cheeks heat up slightly. — Uh… it’s just… the way you’re sitting, and…
— The way I’m sitting?! Spit it out already, damn it! — Charlie snapped, this time raising his voice. Inside, everything was starting to buzz with anger because Greg had been acting weird ever since the transformation, and Charlie didn’t even want to think about what the nerd was fantasizing about. The same nerd who now looked like some kind of ancient Greek god stepping down from Olympus.
And if anyone deserved some kind of badass transformation, it should’ve been Charlie. Sure, he...