It hadn't been anyone Jon knew. It was a wrong number, a few digits accidentally hit by chance incorrectly. Jon was hoping he'd notice any changes to himself. He was sure he would. He just had to, right?
He tried not to think too hard about it. Maybe he lucked out. Maybe whatever changes wouldn't be so different. But right now, he needed to pee. He went to the toilet and instinctively sat down. He pulled down his leather leggings to his ankles resting by his stylish high heels. He examined himself in the mirror. He didn't think he looked any different, but he was having trouble remembering. He sighed as he stared at his flat chest. He knew he needed to save up for implants; they'd help him at his job at the club. There was a certain type of man he could please with his dancing down there, but he knew he could please so many more with implants. Then his eyes went wide...dancing at a club? Why had a stripper just called him!? But worse, he now fulfilled her role in that job and he had so many new unwelcome thoughts and desires.
