"I need a shower." You agreed to help mow your cousin's backyard and plant a few new bushes in exchange for some cash. After spending all day under the burning sun, you need a cool shower to wash off the dirt and sweat. Your cousin mentioned not using her body wash before leaving in a rush earlier in the afternoon.
Upon entering the shower, you strip out your sweaty clothes, tossing them to the side. You let out a content sigh as cool water washes over your hot skin. "Ahh…" Nothing was better than rinsing the filth and grime after a long day's work. Still, you want to hurry up to relax and enjoy the rest of your evening.
"Why do women have so many different soaps?" There must be at least eight bottles of various soaps and shampoos lining the shower shelf. "Which one was I not supposed to use?" They all look the same. "It doesn't matter." You shrug, doubting she would notice if you picked the wrong bottle. You randomly choose one of the bottles and squirt a hefty amount onto a washcloth—the pungent aroma of mint filling your nose.
You don't waste any time scrubbing your body with a washcloth, thoroughly washing the filth off of every inch of your body. You feel a bit tingly. That must have been the mint, like drinking water after chewing mint gum or something, right? You raise your arm, impressed by just how clean they are. But something else seemed different. Are your arms more slender than usual? You shake your head. "I spent too long in the heat. I am losing my mind." The tingling intensifies. You're covered head to toe in frothy, foamy bubbles.
Then, it hits you all at once. You drop to your knees, clutching your sides in agony. Popping and cracking noises sound through the bathroom as your ribcage, spine, and hips reshape. "Fuck!" You wail in pain as you frantically attempt to wash the soap off your body. Trying to scrub the bubbles away only makes everything worse. Soon, you're fully enveloped by a thick layer of soapy fluff.
As you finally get a clear view of your chest, helplessly watch your flat chest inflate, a dumbfounded expression on your face. You feel an intense burning and itching as the skin stretches to accommodate your newfound mammaries. "Why would she even have something like this?!" Sheer panic and confusion reverberate from your words. Perhaps, this was all a hallucination. Yes, it had to be it! You're lying on the grass in the backyard, passed out from heat exhaustion. This is all just one awful nightmare! Magic soap doesn't exist. Even if it did, your cousin would have been more transparent with her warning.
No matter how hard you try to tell yourself this is a hallucination, the transformation doesn't stop. The suds consume your body entirely, massaging your body as your muscles melt away. That's when it occurs to you. "I-- I'm turning into a woman!" Your heart nearly stops. "No!" You slide your hands down your torso with your delicate hands, clenching what was left of your dick with all your might. "S-- Stop!! You can't take this away from me!" You beg and plead, lamenting your current predicament. No matter how tight your grasp was, there was no stopping it from fully receding into your body. You probe your crotch, feeling your testicles ascend. Your cock recedes until it's only a pink nub nestled within the folds of your steamy, new sex. "H-- Holy shit..." You squeak in a high, feminine pitch.
A perfectly shaped pussy blossomed in the wake of your deceased manhood.
The suds finally dissipate and wash away. A pair of cat ears spring up on your head as they do. Great. As if you need another change to deal with! You sit on the bathroom floor in utter disbelief. "Now, what am I supposed to do?" You cup your shapely and newly formed breasts. They're so large and tender; when you pinch one of your nipples, both instantly harden. "Nyaa….~" A pang of desire pulses through your loins. You have always been a bit curious. "Well, I should at least see what I look like."