"Ms. Mayor! So are you, like, a natural redhead?" Another slutty looking reporter asked.
Try as he might, the Mayor couldn't stop the inevitable response. "Of course I am. For those who want to see the proof personally, I can provide private presentations after the conference," he found himself saying.
Private presentations? the mayor balked inwardly, knowing all too well what the words that had come out of his mouth insinuated and what his answer would do to him now.
He felt a tickling on the back of his head, then his neck, then his back, then his feminine ass, before finally he felt it brushing against the back of his thighs. A scarlet strand fell into the Mayor's field of vision, and as he brushed it aside he realized his head must now have a long, unruly mane of red hair. He also realized, with a great sense of dread, that his new vagina was likely surrounded by a thatch of hair of the same brilliant color.
Mayor Holden wanted more than anything for the conference to be over, but apparently his body had other ideas. "Any other questions?" he asked. Three hands shot up, and the Mayor recognized them as the bimbos that asked the question about his bra, panties, and shoes, respectively. He hesitated, wondering who he would choose, or if his changing body would even allow him to choose.
