"Don't worry, Troy, in about 24 hours, if all goes according to plan, your body will slowly morph back into your natural...male...form. I'm so glad this actually worked!" she said, happily, releasing the pressure on your somewhat. It is odd feeling your...boobs...press against hers, and you realize things feel a bit different down below as well. Plus, you're shorter....
"The last subjects all failed to reach the point you're at, so don't get too optimistic yet," Nichole adds. "But don't you dare insult my body while you have it, I like it just the way it is, thank you very much," she says, glaring at you and then at Rachel, who finally lets go of you, turning an amusing but lovely shade of pink.
She then stammers for a bit before continuing on.
"Because, uh, we kind of don't want other people seeing you and Nichole at the same time and asking all kinds of uncomfortable questions, we decided it's best for you to, uh, sneak over to my place for the night. We timed this particular experiment so that I'll be alone for the night and nobody will be around to ask questions. Still, the best way for me to take you back is...I could either take a standard, temporary stomach acid reducer and swallow you again and let you out when I get home, or I could carry you to my car with Nichole's help inside this big equipment case I brought, if you would rather I do that."
The words just sort of float by you, but after turning into a girl you decide you probably don't want to get eaten again just yet. "I'll, uh, I'll ride in the case, please," you manage, still hardly believing how odd your voice sounds.
"Okay," Rachel says, turning pink again. "I understand."
You clamber into the big, long case and they gently tip it upright and get it onto a dolly, and you quickly fall asleep as they are rolling you down the halls.
When you wake up, you find yourself laying in a bed, and...
