Jon just stood there, staring in horror at his new vagina. ...Her? "That looks really weird on you, Jon. Why don't we make it fit?" Mikey's hands were roaming around his/her body, not changing anything but searching.
"Oh! I know!" Mikey started pulling on Jon's chest, and Jon closed his eyes, not wanting to see what was being done. After a few minutes of very uncomfortable pulling on what his chest was becoming, he heard Mikey's voice. "Open your eyes, quit being such a girl. At least not until I'm done." He opened his eyes and looked down to see... a mountain of cleavage. His enormous new tits seemed to mash together naturally, and as Mikey fondled his nipples he felt a little electric rush through his body.
"S..stop, Mikey." He heard Mikey laugh. "But you like it, don't you? Your voice doesn't match. Sit down." He sat down on the floor, knowing what Mikey would do next and unable to stop it. Mikey's hands moved to his throat, and he felt an almost choking sensation for a moment before he removed them. "Talk." Jon opened his mouth expecting the worst. A high, breathy, undeniably female voice issued forth from his throat. "Say what?"
He felt vulnerable, as Mikey looked down at him, grinning lecherously. His creation was half done; the new Jon.
