I was cruising down the highway, the coastal horizon beckoning me forward. The solitude of the drive gave me time to think, time to breathe. Bach's Cello Suite No. 1 played softly through the speakers, a soothing balm to the chaos of city life I was leaving behind. It felt good to be on the road, the promise of relaxation just a few hours away.<br /><br />As the miles slipped by, the radio began to sift through genres, a gentle progression from the complex harmonies of classical to the lighter, bubblier notes of contemporary adult music. I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel, a contented sigh escaping my lips as the tension began to ebb away.<br /><br />I noticed my shirt felt tighter around my chest. Odd. I shrugged, assuming I had just been sitting in one position for too long. The sky seemed more vibrant, the sun a little brighter, the world itself coming into a sharper, more vivacious focus. <br /><br />The radio transitioned again, now playing upbeat indie-pop, the kind that makes you want to tap your feet and sing along. I did just that, my voice sounding a bit higher than I remembered. Weird, I thought, but dismissed it as I got caught up in the music.<br /><br />Looking in the rearview mirror, I blinked at the sight. My face, usually shadowed with the beginnings of a beard, was smooth, and my jaw seemed... softer? I ran a hand over my face, feeling the unfamiliar smoothness. My hair tickled the nape of my neck&#8212;a sensation I hadn't felt since I was a kid and had let my hair grow out one summer.<br /><br />Oh, and my hands. They looked slender on the wheel, nails neatly manicured with what looked like a fresh coat of... pink polish? When did I do that? The steering wheel felt larger under my grip, or maybe my hands were... smaller? No, that's silly, right? It&#8217;s just my imagination playing tricks after hours on the road.<br /><br />The radio host's voice cut in, bright and cheerful. "And now, for all you spring breakers heading to the coast, here's the latest pop hit to get you in the mood!" Pop hit? Since when did I listen to... But as the beat dropped, a bubbly, catchy tune that screamed sun, sand, and waves, I found myself humming along. My voice was definitely higher now, almost girly. Huh.<br /><br />I glanced down, a reflexive action, and did a double-take. The seatbelt was stretched over a... well, a chest that definitely wasn't mine. Except it was mine? But how? My tee had transformed into a tight tank top that hugged a pair of breasts that were very much there. I poked one experimentally. Yep, felt real. My heart hammered&#8212;not in fear, but a kind of excited confusion. This was crazy, but kinda cool? No, wait, it should be terrifying, shouldn't it?<br /><br />The changes continued as I drove, each mile transforming me further. My thighs pressed together, my hips widening against the seat. Even the car seemed to grow as I shrank, my view of the road adjusting. I had to move the seat forward, my feet barely reaching the pedals in what were now strappy sandals&#8212;when had I kicked off my shoes?<br /><br />By the time I reached the coast, the transformation was complete. I was no longer the man setting out for a solitary vacation. I was... well, I was like, this busty sorority girl named, uh, Kaitlyn? Yeah, Kaitlyn, heading for spring break with my sisters, ohmigod! The trunk was full of luggage I didn't remember packing&#8212;bikinis, sunhats, and... was that a beer pong set?<br /><br />I checked my phone, the screen filled with messages from names I half-recognized, all excited about the week ahead. And I was excited too. The beach, the parties, the boys&#8212;wait, boys? A giggle escaped my glossed lips. This was going to be, like, the best spring break ever!