Prelude: Ryan and Josh are best bros, and they're seniors in college. They know they've got to live it up, and they take advantage of young women if they can, "it's all about the pussy, bro." Ryan and Josh have had a few run ins with the weird ass feminists who live next door to the frat house they love to party at. "Those cunts are all super smart n , and probably pissed off because they don't get any dick," Josh says. "Heh, right man.. fuck em," Ryan says as he tries to mack with some fresh meat, freshman hottie. The party tonight is fucking wicked awesome, until the feminist bitches come in saying some weird chant-like , things started going all super natural, chair flying through the air, lights going out, 160 pound beer keg flying through a window. Ryan looks for Josh, but that scared pussy took off in his car without Ryan. Ryan hauled ass out the back door but was blocked by the head femininst, who chanted something about a curse. Ryan manages to stumble his dumb ass home into bed. Ryan rests heavy. He doesn't realize the wind rushing in through the window, blowing out the candle his girlfriend always lights for him before she leaves home for the weekend. He doesn't realize his thinning torso, his hands shrinking, his legs, feet thinning into a feminine, female body. His hair grows from his scalp, long and thick into brown locks. He gets up and hears his cell phone ring. "Josh! What the fuck did you leave me for? That was fucked up, bro!" Josh apologizes and explains that he has "never been sso scared in my fucking life, scared shitless bro!" Ryan paces back and forth noticing his weight seems lighter on his feet. He looks to the left and catches his reflection in the mirror, his pants are baggy, "did I lose weight?" His eyes pan up and he sees a chick's face staring back at him. *Gasp!* He touches his face in disbelief. "I'm a chick?" Josh wants to know what he's talking about. Ryan ignores him and lifts up his shirt to see his gorgeous model-esque body with perfectly shaped breasts. "I'm a fucking chick!" Josh mutters that he doesn't understand, but he's coming over. "Later, bro." Ryan drops his pants, his boxer-briefs and checks out his perfect ass and pussy. "I'm a hot chick." He worries.. how will he work, he's got to lift at work. He checks out his feminine biceps, totally useless. What about his girlfriend. she's no lesbo. Ryan is torn between masturbating and freaking out about how his life will be as a woman. Josh walks in. "What. the FUCK, bro?!" "It's me, Ryan!" Ryan stands looking out of a woman's eyes, standing before Josh with a feminine, real woman's body, and Josh's dick goes hard as a rock. "Can I touch your tits?" Ryan protests, "Fuck no, you can't touch my tits, it's ME Ryan!" Josh comes in and tries to touch his tits, and Ryan pushes him back. Ryan can't hold Josh back with her new feminine strength, the next thing he knows Josh is taking out his dick and trying to find Ryan's brand new pussy. "Oooof! Ooooh!" Ryan doesn't know if Josh is fucking his ass, then he realizes "this is my pussy, this is what it feels like to have sex with a pussy!" Ryan protests, and is not turned on at all by Josh ramming his pussy until the pain subsides and gives him shivers of pleasure. "Mmmm... A little to the left," Ryan instructs Josh on how to hit that sweet G-spot deep inside every woman. It feels so good. Ryan moans, feminine moans coming out in a somewhat masculine cadence. Josh cums deep inside of Ryan and they orgasm together. Ryan watches as Josh's cum leaks out of his brand new pussy. Sex feels so hot as a woman. "Maybe you'll be my boyfriend, bro, and I'll stay like this forever."