John walked down back downstairs completely unaware that his shoes had become heeled boots, or that he now had hips and jeans with embroidered designs on the pockets. He sat down and didn't even see his short turning purple from the bottom up or that inside his shifting boxers he was ceasing to be a he quickly.
His chest swelled as he looked over his notes, a new purple bra forming around the new breasts.
As she headed upstairs feeling defeated, she ran her hands through her blond hair half pulled up in a ponytail. "This sucks, but at least I didn't get turned into a guy or something." She remarked to herself.
"Maybe I'll just go to the store and distract myself with some mindless shopping. It's a stereotype but sometimes it's nice to just go along with it." She thought to herselfZ
