As Tiffany's body continued to change, her thoughts switched from trying to figure out why people were treating her strangely to wondering which girls' pants she could get into. At first, thinking about girls in that manner seemed strange to her, but as time went on, it felt totally right and natural.
She began walking around the party with a sense of importance, checking out all the chicks and not being subtle about it. Some girls turned away in disgust, but others seemed interested, smiling at her as she walked by.
As she roamed around the room, leering at girls, Tiffany changed even more. Her hair was chin-length by now, her body devoid of any feminine curves, her breasts barely larger than A-cups now. But most importantly, her new cock was even bigger, but still not as prominent as it would become when her transformation was complete.
