Even as the words left my mouth, I could see it had been a mistake. Sarah was so startled by the fact that I had shouted that she dropped the machine. Worse than that, I heard a click as it bounced off her shoe.
The vacumn hit the floor with a dull thud and then turned on - now in reverse. The pink gas erupted into my room in a fury. Everyone began to cough and gag as it flowed over the four of us.
I felt a warm, tingling sensation throughout my entire body, focused mainly on my face, arms, and legs. When my vision finally cleared, I took a quick inventory. I was down to my penis and its accoutraments as the last evidence of my maleness. My arms were more slender - though pleasantly muscled - as were my legs and hips. It didn't take a genius to guess what had happened to my face would now match the rest of my apparantly female body.
I looked around the room. Zoe was the most immediatly noticible as having been affected. She was now blonde, like Sarah, and had much longer hair than I had ever seen her wear. Her jeans had shifted into a tight model showing off her firm legs and ass. He shirt was now a keyhole design with her cleavage pushing in to it as well. Her eyes, however, were the creepiest part. They were staring at me with an almost blank expression.
Sarah was pretty much exactly how I remembered her - perhaps a little shorter and, for once, she had a smile on her face. Her cheerleading uniform was, somehow, more revealing than it had been with an extremely short skirt. Her eyes, however, were the same kind of creepy blankness as Zoe's.
I was dreading it, but pushed myself to look at Karen as well. She was wearing a tube top now, and a pair of leather pants that might as well have been painted on to her. Her eyes shared the same blank expression.
"Guys...hey...guys." I started, snapping my fingers, "Snap out of it!" I shouted.
"Jon?" My Mom's voice echoed from below, "Everything OK? Why did I hear a vacumn?"
"Nothing Mom!" I shouted back in my girly voice, "Just cleaning up a little spill."
I looked back at the others. They were shaking their heads and looking at each other and then at me.
"What the hell Jon!" Zoe demanded, "You've got to be more careful. This is my favorite top!"
"He'll have to practice his dexterity more, Zoe, if he's going to stay on the cheer squad." Sarah replied, "Assuming he wants to keep his little secret a secret..."
"What?" I demanded, confused.
"Come on Jon," Karen replied, "You know exactly what Sarah is talking about. Don't pretend you don't."
