Miguel gulped down the fizzing light-blue liquid, and was surprised at how good it tasted, though he wasn't entirely certain what it tasted of. Lychee, maybe? But why would a lychee-flavoured drink be blue? Having drained the bottle, he looked at the label to check the ingredients - then dropped it, moaning, as the changes began.
His female body wasn't overweight, not by a long shot, but it wasn't what he'd have called thin, either - if only because "thin" meant something different for girls than for guys. Now, though, that changed. Pounds he hadn't even realised he had melted from his waist, his arms, and his thighs, leaving a figure that defined words like "willowy" and "slender." At the same time, he could feel his boobs ripening into truly luscious melons, and body whole body lengthening, especially in the legs, until his perspective was a full head higher than it had been.
Swaying a little as he adjusted to his new proportions, he caught sight of his reflection in the fridge door - and she looked spectacular. The girl in the mirror wasn't just sexy, she was supermodel-sexy. Heck, she hot enough to make supermodels look bad, with body fat exactly and only where it needed to be, electric-blue hair, and the kind of good latina looks half of Hollywood would envy.
Miguel gave a low whistle. He would definitely hit that. And he was almost horny enough to try - or at least, to try feeling herself up while watching his reflection for a bit...
His eye fell on the panoply of colourful bottles on the counter.
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