When Science Experiments Go Wrong

by J. R. Anthony

 

Chapter II

Inopportune Conversions

 

I sank into the sofe fabric of the recliner. I had been home all day, and had forbid myself to think of any girls, or girly things. Who knows what might happen to me? I looked down to see that I had folded my legs as I sat. I quickly straightened them, and shook myself. It was all just a crazy dream. I probably ate something funny and it's affected me somehow. Yes, that's right, just something I've eaten, I assured myself, turning the thought over in my head. I pinched myself to make sure I was awake. I stood, and brushed myself off, walking out to the car. I drove up to main street, turning into the small parking lot of a fine, gourmet restaurant, My favourite; Chez Michel. I sat down, and ordered my usual: steak with no mushrooms, mashed potatoes with gravy, and salad with Thousand Island dressing.

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I got up to go to the washroom when a strange feeling took me. It felt as though warm waves were washing over my body, the water stretching out in all directions. I raced down the stairs into the men's bathroom, and watched in the mirror, horrified as my reflection began to change. My pants became tighter as my hips swept outward, and the top two buttons of my shirt popped off as two fairly large mounds pressed thir way out of my chest. My eyes changed colour, turning from brown, to a light green. My hair, short and dark brown, had grown past my shoulders, turning a sharp auburn colour. My goatee had vanished, and my lips swelled to the verge of a pout as my Adam's apple sank into my neck, leaving me staring at a beautiful young woman in the mirror.

"What's happened to me?" I moaned, a high-pitched voice escaping my permanent pout. I ran my hands over my body to make sure I was not hallucinating. My nipples hardened as my slender fingers ran over the swell of my breasts, which were threatening to burst out of my shirt at any moment. Was there any way I could stop this from happening?

I exited the men's bathroom, and walked, cautiosly into the ladies' room, sitting down in the stall nearest the door to think. The last time this had happened, I changed back right after I had sex with Karen. This,...thing, receded back into me, the real me, after orgasm. My mind sparked at that moment. Whatever this living organism inside me was, I concluded that it must feed on the reproductive fluids of humans! So, to change back, all I had to do was experience orgasm!

I peeked out of the stall, and locked the door after making sure I was alone. I undid my pants, relieving my sore hips, and pulled them down, looking at a flat crotch beneath my boxers. I pulled those down as well. The sight of my own female genetalia was extremely arousing. The urge for sex took me, as I slowly reached down, and slid two fingers into my vagina. Into my vagina. Slowly, in and out, the motion took me away, the tension in my body building. Still I went, until I felt I had taken a dive, head-first out of an airplane. I floated there for a few seconds or so, and then moaned and whimpered as wave after wave of pleasure hit me, like shells from a tank. I stood, my breasts throbbing, my hips bucking as a translucent liquid trickled out of my slit. I quickly, but reluctantly, rubbed the liquid all over my body, re-dressed, and walked out of the women's room. Crouching behind a small tree beside the door, I could feel the latex like creature sink into my body.

I got back to my seat just in time for my steak dinner. The salad had been there for God-knows how long, and the tomatoes were a bit dry. I finished up my dinner, went to the front counter, and paid the bill, waving goodbye to my friend Franco DeMichel. For some reason, he gave a a bit of an odd look. I took it as nothing, and walked out to my car. I happened to look into my side-view mirror, and that's when I saw it. My face. It had become soft and round, yet the cheeks were thin, and a slightly redder coulour than the rest of my skin, which had gone a creamier colour than the norm. My jaw was far less square than I remembered, and my facial hair was thinner. I looked down to see my hands were smaller, and felt around my neck, with nearly no sight of an Adam's apple! I was still me,...but a different version of me. A more feminine version of me! As I drove home, the thought of my appearance raced through my mind, a rare occasional thought.

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Everyone at the laboratory noticed that I had changed. Karen shot me a look of confusion and terror as I placed my safety goggles over my eyes.

"Are you feeling okay?" she asked me. "You don't look like yourself anymore. You don't look even remotely like,...well,.... you anymore!"

"Temporary side-effect of the formula,...it'll go away in a few days,....I hope." I groaned, turning to my test tube rack. I needed to test this formula, to see what it would actually do long term if the effects kept on track. I asked the professor if I could borrow the three lab rats in the testing offices for a "little home experiment", as I put it.

When I got home I went straight to my bedroom, locked the door, shut the curtains, and pulled out the womens clothing I had collected over the past few days. In my head I pictured the girl I had adored in high school, Shauna. That's when the feeling took me. I watched as the silicon creature oozed out of my skin, all over my body. Being careful, I chipped off a piece of it into a glass, for my experiment. Afterward I watched as the creature coated my body. I saw my penis slowly shrink and disappear, felt my hair sprout outward until the now blonde locks touched my shoulders.and saw two budding mounds on my chest swell as Shauna's body formed over my male frame. The small, pert breasts, the tight, round ass I had stared at whenever I got the chance, the magnificent blue eyes that made my heart melt as a young man.

"Six years later, I can finally see my first love naked." her/my voice cooed, as I gently massaged my nipples. I curled up on my bed and sorted through the women's clothing. I pulled the panties up snug against my new genitals, marvelling at the soft velevety fabric. I hooked my bra, turned it around, and leaned forward, letting my breasts settle into the cups before pulling the straps on. I stepped into a pair of beige capri pants, and pulled a baby blue blouse over my head.

Turning to the mirror my reflection showed Shauna, flawless and just as I rembered her from my high school years. But this time I wasn't with her, I was her. Why didn't I just pleasure myself to turn back to normal you ask? I felt like wearing a new body out on the town. I wanted to see just how people would react to me as a girl. As I walked out along the streets, I couldn't help but enjoy the attention the young men were paying to me. As I stepped past one of them, he did a double take. When I sensed his eyes on me, I made sure to swing my ass for it's worth. But what happened next, I was not expecting. He walked up to me and tapped me on the shoulder.

"Shauna? Shauna Cromwell?" he asked in disbelief. I nodded slightly as he put his arm around me. "It's Joel, your boyfriend from highschool." he told me. I gasped, out of both shock and because I wanted him to think that I really was his ex-girlfriend.

"Joel? I can't believe it! It's been years!" I wheezed, hoping it sounded convincing. I wanted to be anywhere but there.

"I'd love to stay and talk but I have a meeting with some businessmen this fternoon. What do you say we go out to dinner tonight? For old time's sake?" he asked, giving me a 'you-know-you-want-to' look.

"Actually Joel,...I'm, er...seeing someone now, and -" I began, but he cut me off almost immediately.

"Oh, shy as always. I'll pick you up at 7:00, and dress nice. Later." he said, striding off down the street, leaving me standing there whith my mind in knots.

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I has stayed as Shauna for the whole day, dreading the 7 chimes of the ornamental clock in the living room. I slowly smothed out the wrinkles of my black dress. I has straightened out my hair to the best of my ability, and I pinned the left side back with a hairpin. I stared long and hard at the mirror.

"Well, here goes. I just hope he doesn't have anything planned after dinner. I don't want my secret to be discovered." I whispered to myself. I has just stepped out into the front hall when the doorbell rang. I opened the hand polished oak door and smiled at Joel, who was wearing a dress shirt and coat with grey slacks.

"Don't you look nice." he commented, holding out his hand. I put my manicured palm on his, and we waltzed out to his car, an old 1990 Taurus, with the purple polyester upholstery. We chatted lightly over dinner, and he was asking some very piercing questions that I had some trouble answering, but Ianaged to keep my act together. I felt a flushed feeling come over me. My panties felt loose around my hips and started to tighten against my crotch. What was going on? I slowly stood and walked to the women's room. I looked in confusion as I became myself, in a little black dress.

"What's going on? I've only been a girl for six hours! Why am I changing back?" I asked. Then I noticed a peculiar thing. My chest had two pectoral muscles that could be mistaken for an adolescent girl's breasts, and my penis had shrunk from the last time I had seen it. My face had lost it's square-jaw, my nose had shrunk and the tip had been turned up a bit, and my sideburns had disappeared. Maybe the creature was starving for it's "formula". I quickly hid myself in a stall and started pounding off. It took a while for me to get hard, but eventually I came, and smeared the result on my skin. I then pictured Shauna in my mind and felt myself changing back. Checking the mirror over the sink to be sure, I touched up my make-up and walked back out to my date.

He drove me home, and kissed me before leaving. I untied the dress from behind my neck, and let it fall, unhooking my strapless bra and sliding my panties down. After taking off all my clothes, I simply pleasured myself once more, and fell into a deep sleep, and a well earned sleep at that. It had been a very long day indeed. I now know that I can only be a girl for six hours before the creature retreats from starvation. Since I had Joel on my case now, I needed to find a way to make it last longer without constantly changing back and forth every hour and a half. It looked like I would have to experiment in the lab.

 

To Be Continued...

  

  

  

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