Kyle’s charge faltered quickly as he tripped over his changing feet and fell to the ground. This time, the changes moved up his body, shaping his legs, ass and thighs. All of his body hair vanished as his dick was quickly replaced by a smooth, pink mound. His waist trimmed down a bit more than before, but his tits stopped short at a D cup, rather than the monster he’d been sporting before. Full lips puffed out and his eyelashes grew long. Brown hair cascaded down his feminine back, clearly styled and well-conditioned.
Clothing started appearing on Kyle’s body, starting with pink pumps that arched his feminine feet nicely, then sweeping upward to cradle his mound in a neon pink thong. A pink push-up bra cradled his tits, pushing them upward to create perfect cleavage. There was a soft rustling as a short little microskirt appeared around his hips, barely covering his snatch, and then his tits lifted more as they were hugged by a pink dress shirt tied off under his breasts. His nails grew out and a pink varnish appeared on their perfectly manicured tips while makeup expertly etched itself across his face.
It took a few moments for Kyle to struggle to his feet. He couldn’t quite figure out was wrong… it was hard to put together. “Like, what just happened? I totally don’t…” he trailed off at the high pitched sound of his voice, looking incredibly confused. “Like, Rafe, gawd.”