"Thanks for your help, Emily," I said, looking into her almond-eyes, irises black as the night. She smiled that cute smile of hers and I immediately felt my chest burning and tightening.
I looked away, my face turning red.
It had been five years since the accident in the lab. I am still adjusting to the fact that, whenever I get sexually aroused, I change from my normal Patrick into Patricia. It was rough going at first. The night after the accident, I had a nervous breakdown as Patricia.
It used to take about eight hours to return to being Patrick after being sexually aroused normally, but lately, it's been taking about eight and a half hours. This was a worrying development and I've had to keep my sexual arousal to a minimum. But my coworker Emily wasn't doing me any favors.
As she walked away with that cute butt of hers, I could feel my chest pushing out into cones. Oh God, I'd love to be with her as Patricia!
My pelvis was beginning to widen and I tore my eyes away from her. No! The transformation was beginning to slow down, but I could still feel my chest--my breasts!--pushing the front of my shirt out.
I have to settle down.
Soon, the breasts began to deflate as I stared at the spreadsheet in front of me.
The light beige color of the total column, however, was the exact same color as Emily's skin. I quickly changed the color, blushing furiously. Stop it!, I commanded myself! My pelvis thankfully began to narrow again as my concentration returned to the figures.
That night, I couldn't help myself. All my thoughts were on Emily. Soon, I was Patricia: six inches shorter, and a double-D cup. After cleaning up after my masturbation as Patricia, I looked at the time. It was only eight hours before I was due into work again. Hopefully, it would be enough time to revert back to Patrick enough to not get uncomfortable questions.
I slept fitfully.
Six hours later, I woke up and pulled the blanket away and saw...I was still Patricia! My chest was down to a C-cup, but I was still 100% female!
I grasped the bathroom counter and looked at Patricia's face in the mirror. What was I going to do? I wouldn't be Patrick in time to return to work.
I could... I could call into work sick. But that would leave Emily alone in the department to take up the slack. I couldn't do that to her.
Oh Emily... You are the perfect woman for me. Everything about you is perfect--from your looks to your personality... My C-cup breasts swelled back up and out into double-Ds, and my hips flared out to full wideness again.
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