As the low sound of tuning forks rang through the room, Nick looked over at the small bottle. "Is this is the potion you were talking about?" he asked, picking it up to get a better look at the liquid inside.
"Yes, but for Pete's sake, don't drink it now!" Mr. Fisk said, looking up. "and stop distracting me!"
"Yes, of course." Nick answered sheepishly. He wasn't going to drink it, just curious about it, wondering if he would end up having to take the potion just to live normally. He thought that he could just learn the normal female things, if it came to that, but then, some of it would probably require a teacher, of some sort. He supposed that if he couldn't change back, he would have to tell Megan about it all, if for no other reason than that she doesn't wonder why her boyfriend mysteriously vanished. As he mused over it, vibrations began to move through the stool and through Nick's skin, which reminded him of the pleasures he had felt this morning. As the thought went through his mind, the bathrobe flowed away, leaving behind only the vibrating silk panties that he had worn that morning. A moment of panic was mixed with the pleasure coming from his clit, but just then the outside vibrations built, and shook Nick through and through. His petite hand clenched involuntarily, still enough to crush the bottle held within. The syrupy potion liquid oozed down his left hand, just as the combined vibrations from the tuning and from the panties both triggered their own crescendos. Nick let out a scream of pain and pleasure, as blood and elixir dripped together down his arm and onto the floor.
In a minute, Nick recovered, still panting, and looked over at her bleeding hand. It looked like a few minor cuts, nothing too serious, and a simple bandage should be enough. Nick focused on the hand, and slowly, a gauze bandage wrapped itself around the cuts. It was definitely harder to do than before, she thought, so maybe the procedure had worked. Nick looked over at Mr. Fisk, who had an interesting look on his face, eyes wide, and obviously uncomfortable. Looking down, Nick smiled a little smile, thinking "ahh, men and breasts!", then, deciding to have a little fun, she stood up and walked over towards him, her hips swaying noticeably.
"Let's see how well it works," she breathed. Tilting her head back and closing her eyes slowly, Nick concentrated on a new outfit. It took several seconds, but soon her breasts were partly covered by a the sexy satin cups of a red corset, leading down to new matching panties and a garter with fishnet stockings. Looking down, she inhaled in delight, looking into Mr. Fisk's eyes. "well it does require more concentration, and seems to be working well... you seem to be very good at this, Mr. Fisk" she said, touching him lightly on the arm.
Mr. Fisk, for his part, was visibly uncomfortable "Yes, well I'm not so sure there were no side effects." He stared intently at Nick. "I believe the potion has affected you and perhaps the glove's magic. It looks like you've adapted not only to this body, but also to the clothing you were wearing, which at the time wasn't much. It does remain to be seen whether you will adapt anew to each change of outfit, or if the adaptation process is now fixed."
"Sounds like fun either way." Nick replied with a wink. "Perhaps you should keep me under... close observation?"
