You wince when the doctor gives you the shot. Your body fills with a warm, fuzzy sensation. "What is… Going on?" It feels as if your body is melting. As the bones in your arms and legs creak, you shakily raise your hands. "W-- What!?" You immediately notice them shrinking and becoming more feminine by the second. Your arms become slender, your muscles fading away while your skin softens. Any blemishes or scars on your body fade, leaving clear, flawless skin behind.
Before long, you're completely distracted by the sensation of your swollen areolas and nipples straining and rubbing against the fabric of your shirt. "H-Hey! Stop this!" This isn't what you signed up for. Your insides churn and bubble as the pressure beneath your navel and your hips expand.
As your growing breasts chafe against the fabric of your shirt, feelings of arousal bubble within. When you start fantasizing about having your body touched, you catch yourself and let out a small gasp. Your body is being altered without consent; you didn't sign up for this.
Your small shirt can no longer contain your supple, ever-inflating breasts. The unmistakable sound of tearing fills your ears as the seams of your top tear and fray. You will never forget the sight of your shirt sliding down your shoulders, exposing your perfectly pristine breasts.
As you marvel at your round, perky chest mounds, you feel something sprouting atop your head. Sliding a hand up, you wince as your fingers brush and glide across against your new, freshly grown cat ears. Wait-- what? That's not supposed to be there. They twitch and are sensitive to the touch. "I just wanted to pet cats; I didn't want to be a cat!" You shout in confusion, your voice climbing into a gentle, feminine register. All the while, your face softens and your cock starts to recede. Feeling the tightness between your legs, you probe yourself in desperation. Much to your horror, you feel your cock disappearing into your pelvis. The head settles between the folds of your freshly-forming vulva. "Ahhh!" You squeal as your urethra and vagina open with an unceremonious pop.
Your shoulders drop in absolute defeat. “I-I didn’t… even get to say goodbye…” You lower your eyes, giving a moment of silence for your lost friend. Ignoring the doctor taking notes from the corner, your sense of horror ebbs and gives way to an impossible-to-ignore curiosity. Since you already have this body, why not check it out? You brush your lithe fingers down the crevice of your moist pussy. Upon finding your clit, you squeal and tremble, a pleasurable jolt saturating your loins.
"You're the one who signed the paperwork." The doctor shook his head. Despite the fact he enjoyed the show, he used a tone that suggested you should have read the fine print.
'Well, shit…' You hate that the doctor is right. Amidst your confusion, you realize you should at least be rid of your cat allergy. Well, it wasn't like you could be allergic to yourself.
"My allergy is gone, though, right? I-- achooo!" Well, that can't be good.