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Bea pulled her head off of the cock and flicked her tongue across the head. Stan groaned and shot his load all over her face. "Mmm," Bea moaned and licked her lips. "Delicious." Stan smiled down at her. This was the third time this weekend she'd made him cum and it was only Saturday afternoon. Stan could never mount that much enthusiasm for sex when he was Stacy. Stan was a genius. Beyond a prodigy and truly something new in the world. He'd discovered a whole new avenue of science which made all manner of amazing things possible. On top of that he'd used that knowledge to construct a device to use them. The Transformo 2000, a silly looking ray gun. It could change people. It could change the world. Stan had used it to become Stacy. He did this to prove to his roommate Ben that it would work. Later he used the gun on Ben to make him Bea. They'd had amazing sex together. Three months had passed since then and Stan/Stacy and Ben/Bea were sort of dating now. The usual pairing was Stan and Bea, but sometimes it was Ben and Stacy. Rarely it was Stacy and Bea and just once it had been Stan and Ben. The reason for that was Stan's/Stacy's person preferences. Homosexuality just wasn't his/her thing. "That was great," Stan replied and stroked Bea's hair. Bea licked his deflating cock and sucked the last drops of semen from it. She pulled herself up the couch and lay down next to Stan. They sat there in silence for awhile and eventually Stan spoke, "You wanna go out and see a movie later?" "Mmm. Ok," Bea replied and started cleaning up her face with her finger. Any cum she collected on her finger she'd then ate, relishing the taste. She loved being a woman and she loved cock. She hoped they went to an empty theater. She wanted to go down on Stan there. That would be so hot. She'd fucked Stan twice since she'd been transformed last night. Once immediately after she was changed and then once again this morning. She could always go for more fucking though. Her record with Stan was 8 times in one weekend. On a different weekend she'd tried to see how many times she could get off solo. Her record there was 17. She'd been a little sore after that. She was feeling pretty hot now. Maybe she'd masturbate before they went out. Stan seemed pretty tired. Stan was tired because he had been working on the Transformo 2000 all week, barely sleeping. He was close to breakthroughs on several fronts. If Bea could keep her hands off him he might have them all done by early next week. Bea was having trouble with that. She ran her hands up and down Stan's shirt. His pant's were off and Bea herself was only wearing a lacy red bra. Stacy and Bea had both gone shopping and picked up a few articles of feminine clothing for themselves. Stacy had gone for more modest attire while Bea had really embraced her new womanhood. Bea dressed her tiny, busty body in tight shirts and short skirts. She loved it when Stan picked up her skirt and fucked her while she was still wearing it. That's why she went without panties so frequently. That and because it kept her constantly excited. "Think you'll be able to get it up to fuck me before the movie?" Bea asked. Stan groaned. He was exhausted. He needed rest. But he still wanted to fuck. Bea was hot. "If we make it to a late showing I think I'll be able to manage." "I can just masturbate. I do have Captain Smiley upstairs," Bea replied. Captain Smiley was a giant red vibrator she had bought. It had helped a lot in hitting her record 17 orgasms in two days. Stan looked at her and felt a little distraught. Was he just a toy to her as well? "I'm gonna make lunch. You want anything?" Stan asked and put his pants back on. "Not really. I'll be upstairs," Bea said and trotted up stairs without putting her clothes back on. Stan turned on the TV and turned the volume way up. He didn't want to hear Bea getting off upstairs. He just wasn't in the mood to be teased. He went to the kitchen and threw together a quick PB&J then returned to the living room. He could still hear her moaning upstairs. He pulled out his computer and looked up movie show times. He wondered if it mattered what movie he picked. Bea didn't seem like she cared what they did when they went out. She only cared about what happened afterwards. So Stan picked what he wanted to see. An independent movie, a thriller. It seemed like an appropriate date movie. He bought tickets for the 7:15 show time at a small theater off campus. The moaning stopped from upstairs and he hoped Bea was finished. He wanted to work on the Transformo some more in his room, and hearing her gasp and groan made that pretty hard. If she'd passed out that meant he'd have a few hours at least. He hurried upstairs and got to work. -- Bea got up from her nap and stretched. She was still naked, and outside the sun was starting to go down. She scratched her boobs and smiled. She was still horny. She didn't know why she was so horny all the time like this. At first she thought it was a side effect of the Transformo, but it didn't seem to effect Stan the same way. Stacy could be a hell cat in the sack, but never more than twice a day. She tried to ascribe it to other things, but ultimately gave up. Sex as a woman felt great, and with Stan she had plenty of opportunity, so why not? Stan's recovery time left something to be desired, but Captain Smiley could usually fill the gaps. Usually. Sometimes she'd get frustrated. It was the wild sexual dreams that pushed her over the edge. Like one time after a long night's fucking. She had a dream she was being taken by two guys at once. They sandwiched her between them and thrust in and out of her mouth and pussy. She woke up so horny she thought she was going to explode. She tried to get off on her own but couldn't do it. In the end to get off she sucked on Stan's dick while he was asleep while shoving Captain Smiley in and out of her burning hot snatch. Stan had been so exhausted from their earlier fucking he didn't even wake up. She'd found herself wishing she had another cock to play with. Another night she dreamed someone was fucking her ass. She'd woken up and her ass was literally aching for attention. She'd tried to get off shoving three fingers inside it while she used her other hand to rub her snatch, but she couldn't do it. Stan told her he didn't want to fuck her ass and she snapped that he wasn't a real man. In hindsight a strange comment for her to make. Still despite some frustration, Bea decided she liked sex more as Bea than as Ben. Ben would fuck Stacy from time to time, and it was fun, but no where near as much fun as she had as Bea. Speaking of fun, she remembered her plans for the evening. She added an event to the roster. She was going to get Stan to either eat her out or finger her in the car on the way there. She needed to get off after all. Besides he owed her for the blow job earlier. Well not really. She loved giving blow jobs, they made her so hot. She sometimes wished she could just suck on cock all day. Getting dressed she put on a tight tshirt and a short skirt. That was it. No bra, no panties. It was a little cold at night still, but she didn't mind. She wanted Stan to see her nipples get hard under her shirt. Wanted everyone to see it. She loved the way people would stare at her. As for the panties... Well they'd just get in the way and end up a mess, so why not? Plus when she bent over guys could just barely see her cooch. That was hot. She hopped out of her room enjoying her big breasts bouncing all the while. Stan's door was open. He always kept it locked when he was out. Bea poked her head inside, Stan wasn't in. She looked down the hall and saw the bathroom door was closed. She decided to wait for him on his bed. She sat down and spread her legs. Not very lady like, but this way Stan could see her pussy when he came in. She loved teasing him. She glanced around the room. Stan had bookshelves lining the walls, filled with just about every kind of book you can imagine. Technical books, historical books, art books, romances, science fiction, classics, thrillers... Hell he even had a coloring book or two. Between his desk, the book shelves, and the bed, there really wasn't much in his room. His clothes were in a `neat' pile on the floor. Neat in that they were piled together and not just thrown about like Bea/Ben did. On his desk were sprawled a bunch of tools and other things Bea couldn't identify. In the center was the Transformo. What was Stan working on? She'd asked him before and he just said "More." Bea looked down at her pendulous breasts. What more could you want? Stan stepped into the doorway and stopped when he saw Bea. He could see her pussy glistening under her tiny skirt. Her breasts were stretching that shirt to the max, and the erect nipples on the end of them looked like they were about to poke through. Stan felt his still tired cock stirring to life of its own accord. It knew that he could have sex right now with this amazing sexual creature on his bed. He wouldn't even have to ask. Just walk over and push her on her back. She'd spread her legs and let him take her. But Stan didn't want to. Not right now. He was a little upset actually. He'd hoped she'd sleep longer. He glanced at his phone. 6:15. He could have gotten another half hour of work in. Bea smiled at him and noticed he wasn't smiling back. She frowned. "When's the movie?" Bea asked and crossed her legs. "In an hour," Stan said and walked over to his desk. At least Bea hadn't touched anything. That would have been annoying. He'd managed to finish one of the new features on the Transformo. Now he just needed to add the icon to the dial and he'd be set. That excited him. He couldn't wait to try it out. It would be out of this world. Maybe he'd try it on Bea later tonight. He just wasn't up for sex right now. "Dinner?" Stan asked. The short woman bounced off his bed, it seemed to take minutes for her breasts to stop jiggling. "Ok," Bea replied. They had frozen pizza for dinner. Stan tried to engage Bea in conversation, but it was hard. Bea didn't have much to talk about. She briefly said a few things about the classes Ben was taking, but not much after that. So Stan did most of the talking. He talked about Dr. Adzic. Stan had really liked Dr. Adzic when he met him a few months ago. He was a stodgy old guy, but sharp as a razor. He worked in theoretical physics and despite being 85 years old managed to keep up with all of the latest goings on in pretty much every branch of physics. Stan had tried to talk to him about his ideas and Dr. Adzic had patiently explained how he was wrong in every way. They'd bonded over that as Stan smirked and knew that he was actually the one in the right. Stan tried again a week later and reluctantly convinced Dr. Adzic that if certain things were different how it might be possible. At this point Stan of course knew what was possible and what wasn't. Turns out there wasn't a lot in that latter category. He'd have coffee with Dr. Adzic on a weekly basis, but they wouldn't talk exclusively about Stan's ideas. They'd talk about goings on in other areas, the things Dr. Adzic had seen and learned in his long career in physics, and just once their personal lives. Stan told Dr. Adzic he was dating a wild hellcat who wouldn't get enough sex. Dr. Adzic had sighed and lectured him on the importance of things besides sex in a relationship. Dr. Adzic had never married and never had children. Talking about it seemed to make him sad. After some pushing Stan got him to admit he regretted never having a family. That was the most personal thing he ever admitted to Stan. Then two weeks ago Stan had tried to bring up his theories again. He'd thought of a new way of explaining them and hoped Dr. Adzic would be able to understand more of them. Dr. Adzic was in a foul mood that day and told Stan to shut up with his stupid theories, they wouldn't work, never could. If he couldn't get those ideas out of his head Stan should study something else, because no one was going to take him seriously. Dr. Adzic had stormed off after that and refused any further contact. Stan found out why from one of the secretaries in the physics department. Dr. Adzic had been diagnosed with prostate cancer. It was pretty bad. He probably wouldn't make it to the end of next semester. He'd been in a foul mood to everyone since word had leaked around the department. Seems he'd wanted to keep it a secret. Stan had a solution. He'd thought of one. It was of course, the Transformo 2000. Stan finished his third piece of pizza and Bea finished just one. She never had much of an appetite. They threw the rest of the pizza in the fridge and headed out. Since Bea didn't have a license Stan drove. They'd made it to the first stop light when Bea grabbed his hand. She licked her lips and pulled it over to her crotch. "Bea, don't," Stan said and tried to pull away. Her drip was firm and she pushed his fingers into her pussy. It was warm and wet. She thrust her hips to rub the fingers up and down it and let out a little moan. "Come on. I'm horny," Bea said and pushed Stan's fingers inside of her. Stan found his hand moving of its own accord, feeling around inside of Bea. She gasped and smiled at him. The light turned green. Stan took his hand out of her and put it on the steering wheel. Her juices smearing all over it as he turned left. He kept both hands on the wheel and drove on. He glanced right and saw Bea staring at him, legs spread wide. In the dark of the cab he could only see her face and part of her legs illuminated by the lights on the radio. She looked frustrated. "Come on," she said and reached for his hand again. Stan batted it away, his fingers still wet from being inside her. Bea slid across the bench seat and sat right next to him. She brought her mouth up to his ear and whispered. Her hot breath made Stan shiver. "I need you to get me off," she whispered as sexily as she could. She rubbed her left breast up against his shoulder and moaned into his ear. Stan swerved the car to the size of the road and stopped. "Bea, no. You'll make me crash the car," he said sternly and pulled her hands off him. "That's what makes it so exciting!" Bea replied with a smile. "No Bea," Stan said and turned to start driving again. "You scared?" Bea taunted him. "You're so smart, you can basically invent magic, but when it comes to multitasking you can't drive and fingerbang your girlfriend at the same time? I'm horny and you're going to get me off," Bea said and wrapped her arms around Stan. She licked his ear and felt the car turn. She looked out the window and they had pulled into a Starbucks parking lot. Stan drove them to the way back, away from any other cars. "Fine," Stan said and started to undo his belt. "No," Bea said and grabbed his hands with hers. "You lost the right to fuck me when you were a coward," She scowled at him. "Then let's go," Stan said and put his belt back on. "No. You are going to get me off," Bea said meanly. Stan sighed and undid his seat belt he turned and started to lower his head. Bea grabbed his head and pushed it back up. "No, you lost the right to taste me," Bea said and grabbed his hand. She shoved it to her crotch and scowled at him. "Now get me off," she said and leaned the seat back. She stared up at the roof of the car and didn't make eye contact. Stan was mad, but also pretty damn horny. He'd have fucked Bea if she'd let him. He'd have gone down on her, if she let him. This was just being a tease. Stan started to work his fingers inside of her. He used the skills he'd learned from his time as Stacy. Bea was moaning and groaning in no time. What Bea didn't know was that Stacy usually shunned Captain Smiley in favor of her fingers because she was far more talented with them. Stan looked forward out of the windshield and closed his eyes. He tried to imagine it was Stacy's pussy he was playing with. All that did was give him a huge boner. Compounded with Bea's moaning his was aching for attention. Strangely he didn't care. He just wanted this over with so they could get to the movie. It only took him about ten minutes to get her off. She moaned loudly and Stan hoped there was no one near the car outside. They'd know exactly what was going on inside from a sound like that. Stan pulled his hand away and wished he had something to wipe it on. Bea was breathing heavily and grabbed it with her hands. She brought it to her mouth and licked it clean. Hot as that was, Stan still wished he had something to wipe his hand with. He ended up settling on his jeans. Bea straightened out her skirt (what little of it there was) and they drove on to the movie theater in silence. They were a little late, but only missed a few previews. As they sat there watching the movie quietly Bea was debating whether or not to go down on Stan. The theater was mostly empty. There were only three other people there. It was dark and no one would see. But did he deserve it? Probably. She knew she'd been mean back in the car. It could be an apology blow job. Besides Stan had gotten her off. Perhaps not while driving, but she was horny and beggars can't be choosers. She leaned her head down near his lap and started to undo his belt. "What're you-" "Shh!" Bea hissed up at him. He undid his belt as quietly as she could. The buckle made a slight clinking sound, but the sound from the movie was louder. It was a high suspense scene. Someone had just been murdered. Bea undid his fly and saw his bulge in his briefs. She pulled them back and the hard cock sprang upwards hitting her lips. She smiled at it, opened her mouth, and lowered her head. "Bea no," Stan struggled. He didn't want her to blow him here. It was embarrassing and she made herself look like a slut. On the other hand his cock knew just what it wanted. "Come on. Little Stan knows what he wants, why can't you listen to him?" Bea whispered and went back to sucking. "Stop it Bea," Stan said and groaned a little. He heard Bea laugh and she started bobbing up and down. "Stop it!" he said a little louder. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled upwards. Bea shook off his hands and leaned down as hard and as far as she could, deep throating his cock. She felt it twitch in her mouth. He was about to cum. Stan crossed his eyes and bit his lip. He tasted blood. "STOP IT!" He screamed and stood up, pushing Bea off him. The other people in the theater turned and were staring. Stan did up his fly and stormed out of the theater. The people stared at Bea, she could feel the drool on her chin. Their stares made her hot, but an uncomfortable kind of hot. She figured out what it was. She couldn't see their faces but she knew. They were frowning at her. These weren't sexual leers or hungry lustful glances. These were judging looks. Disappointed looks. She hated them for it. They were just jealous. Bea left the theater and went to the bathroom. She washed her face and looked at herself in the mirror. She was hot as hell. How could Stan not want her to suck his cock all the time? She'd do it if he asked too. She'd do it in the front of that theater with every seat full if that's what he wanted. It would be hot to know other people were watching her and getting off. Maybe some couples in the theater would even take inspiration from what they were watching and start going down on each other. It could turn into a giant orgy. So much sex and so much fucking. It would be like an amazing dream. Bea was horny, but also angry. Stupid Stan. What was his problem anyways. If Ben had a girlfriend who wanted to go down on him in a theater he'd let her. Hell he'd even repay the favor if the girl wanted. Stacy walked out of the bathroom and looked around. She couldn't find Stan anywhere. She checked back on the theater they had been in but only saw the people who had stared at her. She scowled at them and left. The car was gone. Stan had left. Bea suddenly realized she had no ID, no money, no cell phone, and no coat. She shivered in the cool night air and felt her nipples stand up. She wished Stan were here to warm her up. It wasn't far to get back home. Maybe four miles. It was night time, but it was all going through nice suburban neighborhoods. The likelyhood that she would get raped or murdered was pretty slim. But she wasn't afraid. She was angry. How dare he? He left her here all alone, and for what!? Cause she was horny and wanted to get him off? Fuck him. She walked back to the theater and thought about asking to use their phone. She realized two things. One she didn't have Stan's cell number memorized. Two she really didn't want to call him. People started to pour out of the theater. Some movie had just ended, one much more popular than the one Stan had wanted to see. Bea looked across the crowd and saw a pair of men walking together laughing. One was blond and the other had black hair. They were both well dressed and looked pretty fit. Probably athletes of some kind at the university. She smiled and knew what to do. "Excuse me," she said as she walked up to them. They were huge! She hadn't gone out much at her new 5'2" stature and everything still seemed much larger than she remembered. These guys were both probably over six feet tall and muscled as hell. They both looked like they could pick her up with one arm. They both stopped talking and turned and looked down at her. She saw their eyes catch on her giant bouncy breasts and smiled. "My boyfriend and I had a fight and he left me stranded here. Can you two give me a ride? It's not far," Bea said as cute as she could. She swayed her hips a little so her breasts would move. Sure enough both of their heads followed her swinging breasts and not her face. "That's terrible," the blond said and looked Bea in the eye. Bea could practically feel his erection just looking at his face. "Yeah, your boyfriend sounds like a real jerk," the black haired guy said. "I know right! Anyways can you help me out? Please?" Bea said and pushed her shoulders forward, pressing her breasts together. "Sure. Wouldn't be a gentleman if I didn't help a lady in need now would I? Name's Mitch," Mitch, the blond, said and extended his hand. "I'm Ken," the other said. Bea shook both their hands amazed out how large and rough they seemed. They led her to Ken's car. It was a big Mercedes, a boat of a car. Ken opened the passenger side front door, "Lady's first," he said. Bea giggled and got in side. Mitch hopped in the back and Ken got in the driver's seat and they were off. "So what did you get in a fight over?" Ken asked. "It's stupid and I don't want to talk about it," Bea said and slid across the bench seat next to Ken. "What's important is that a real man was there for me when I needed him," she said and rubbed Ken's arm. Ken smiled down at her. She brought her hand down to his crotch and started to undo his belt. "Whoa..," Ken said and gasped. "Let me repay you," Bea said and rubbed his crotch. She lowered her head slowly and pulled back his boxers. His cock was huge, and rapidly getting bigger as it became erect. She licked her lips and slurped it into her mouth. "Shit! But Mitch-" Ken said and glanced in the rear view mirror. Mitch was sitting in the back seat mouth agape at the scene unfolding in the front. "I don't mind," Bea said and went back to sucking. The car turned and suddenly stopped. "What's wrong?" Bea sat up and asked. "What? Keep going. Nothing is wrong," Ken said and put his hand on Bea pulling her closer to him. "Why'd you pull over?" Bea asked. "Road head's not safe. I had a frat brother who nearly got his dick bitten off one time doing it," Ken said. Bea scowled. But thats what made it fun! She thought to herself. Oh well she was horny and had two strapping men to service her. She was literally gushing in anticipation. "Fine," she said and looked back at Mitch. "You're sweet to big man. I wouldn't want to exclude you. Why don't you come around up front?" Bea cooed lustily. Mitch fumbled with the door handle and eventually made it outside. While Bea opened her door and stuck her legs out it. She held Ken's cock and pulled him down so he was laying on the bench seat. Bea's feet were planted and spread on the ground outside. She was bent over and went back to work on sucking Ken's cock. She felt Mitch stand behind her and heard him undo his fly. "Damn! No panties! What kind of boyfriend would leave this!?" Mitch asked and ran his hands under her skirts, his fingers squeezing her ass and tickling her pussy lips. Bea pulled her mouth off Ken and started stroking his cock. "Not a real man," she said and lowered her head back down. She groaned loudly as Mitch pressed his throbbing member into her. He was huge. Way bigger than Stan was. It hurt and felt incredible at the same time. He started building up a rhythm and the pleasure only grew. After maybe ten minutes Bea had orgasmed three times. Mitch had grabbed her breasts violently and torn her shirt. He'd apologized and she'd just groaned back at him. Ken's cock started to twitch in her mouth and that made her only suck more vigorously. "Shit, I'm gonna-" he said and let go of her head. She didn't pull off. He came right in her mouth and she swallowed every drop. He tasted different than Stan, but she loved it anyways. As she was cleaning Ken off she heard Mitch groan and pull out of her. She felt something hot and wet splash against her leg. "Nngh. Sorry," Mitch said. "Realized I wasn't wearing a condom and should pull out. I didn't mean to hit your leg." Bea flipped around and leaned her head towards Mitch's cock. She stuck out her tongue and licked the tip, tasting his cum and her juices. He was different too. Did every man's cum taste different? She brought her hand down to her leg and wiped off the cum splattered on her calf. She brought her fingers up to her lips and licked them clean. "Shit," Mitch said in total awe at what had just happened. This was something that happened in pornos, not real life. "What kind of boyfriend would fight with you?" Ken asked and pulled up his pants. "You're incredible." "Yeah, your like a wild animal. I'd kill for a girl like you. You want to come over to our place tonight? We could have more fun," Mitch said as he did up his pants. Bea thought about it. She looked down at her torn shirt. It was ruined, her left breast was popping out it if. She licked her lips and pinched her exposed nipple. "You guys were great, but not tonight. Some other time," Bea said. She felt satisfied and a little guilty. She'd cheated on Stan after all. With not one, but two guys. The sex was amazing, but it would be cruel to do it again without at least first seeing if Stan would apologize. "Let me give you my number, you got a phone?" Mitch asked. "No, sorry," Bea said. She didn't want these guys calling her cell phone. Especially not when she was Ben. "How about you give me your numbers?" "Sure! Got any paper?" Ken asked. "Sorry no," Bea said and glanced around the car. She smiled and looked in the cup holder. "Here, use this," she said and grabbed the black Sharpie. Mitch wrote his name and number on her inner thigh. She'd giggled as the marker moved closer and closer to her womanhood. Ken wrote his number on her exposed breast. She'd gasped as he made a 0 around her nipple. "I wrote it backwards so you can read it in the mirror," He exclaimed when he was done. "How thoughtful of you," Bea said sighed. That had been great. If Stan was still a jerk she'd definitely call these guys again. They drove her back to her place and waved as she left. She promised to call them and they drove off. The lights were on inside. That meant Stan was home. Good. She wanted him to see her like this. She wanted him to know she'd been with other men. The door was open, and Bea pushed her way inside. Stan wasn't waiting for her. She wandered around and realized Stan wasn't anywhere. Suddenly she felt guilty. Maybe he was out looking for her. How long had she been gone anyways? Or maybe he'd just gone out and done something else. Gone to a bar or something. The jerk would do that. Leave Bea all alone at the movie to go get drunk alone. Bea went up stairs and wrote down Ken and Mitch's numbers on a pad of paper. She took off her top and threw it away. She pulled off her skirt and looked at her naked scribbled on body in the mirror. She kind of wanted to get a tattoo now. Something right on her inner right thigh and her left breast, just like where the numbers were. That would be hot. Bea jumped in the showered and did her best to try and wash away the Sharpie. She decided she didn't want Stan to know. What if he freaked out and wouldn't let her use the Transformo again? Could she really go back to being boring old Ben full time? The Sharpie wouldn't come all the way off. She put on some of Ben's sweatpants and a big tshirt to hide the faded writing on her body. She heard the door shut downstairs. "BEA!" Stan was home. -- Stan stormed out of the movie theater in a huff and headed straight to his car. He drove all the way home before he realized what he'd done. He turned on the lights and sat down on the couch when it suddenly hit him. Bea was going to have to walk home, alone, at night, with no ID, no phone, and no coat. It was cold out there. She might get sick. And no one deserved that indignity. Not even raging nymphomaniacs. Stan raced back to the theater, or at least tried to. He seemed to hit every light wrong and found himself continuously stopping and starting. He hoped when he got there Bea would be waiting for him. He'd apologize and take her home and they'd be happy. It could work! It could happen! Bea wasn't waiting for him. He started to panic. He checked every theater and all the bathrooms. To hell with the rules he even checked the women's bathrooms. He drove home slowly along the most likely route Bea would have taken and was terrified when he didn't see her. He ran inside and called out for her. When he heard no answer he ran back to the car, not even bothering to lock the door. He started driving in circles looking for her. Every possible way she could have walked home. He felt sick and couldn't find her. He must have spent an hour looking. He wanted to throw up as he imagined everything that could have happened to her. A pretty little under dressed girl walking home at night. Even through this neighborhood things could have happened. Someone could have abducted her! Stan felt like he was going to throw up. He felt immensely relieved when he finally got home and saw that the bedroom lights were on. He hadn't turned them on so that meant someone else had. He turned off the car and bolted to the door. He slammed it shut behind him and called out. "BEA!?" he yelled out, desperate to hear a response. Foot steps moved upstairs and Bea appeared at the top of the stairs. Her hair was wet, like she'd just showered. She was wearings Ben's clothes, some baggy sweatpants and a t shirt. The shirt was loose everywhere except around her breasts. She looked tired. "I'm going to bed Stan. If you get up before me tomorrow please turn me back into Ben. I have class at 10," she said calmly and walked back to her room. Stan heard the door shut and felt like a flame had gone out. He stood there for awhile and wondered. He wondered and wondered until he didn't know what he was wondering about anymore. He ended up passing out on the couch. -- Bea woke up and smiled. She felt good. For the first time in a long time she felt really really good. She rolled over and looked at the clock. 7:30 it read. Way earlier than she usually woke up. But she felt energized and ready to go. She wished she had a pair of women's running shoes so she could go for a jog or something. She bounced to her feel and stretched. She felt like a shower. When she got into the bathroom and stripped off the sweats she was wearing she giggled. She saw the faded marker on her breast and thigh and pleasantly remembered last night. She should call them again. Too bad she had to turn back into boring old Ben to go to class. Then it would be another twelve hours before she could change back again. Ben had a project to do, and he might not get a chance to change back for a few days. Bea pouted and hoped in the shower. She masturbated in the shower, it would be her last time as a woman for awhile. When she was done she threw the sweats back on. Stan was standing outside with a towel waiting for the shower. In the other hand was the Transformo. There was a click and the purple light engulfed Bea. She grew taller and suddenly seemed to fill out the sweats a lot better. She frowned as her breasts shrank, but smiled when her penis grew back. Ben stood there and looked down at Stan again. "Thanks," he said and walked to his room to get changed. Stan sighed and stepped into the bathroom. He hoped Bea/Ben wasn't too mad. Last night he'd finished several modifications he was making to the Transformo. He hoped Ben/Bea would want to test them again tonight. He tried to get it straight in his mind if he was still mad or not. And why was he mad anyways? Cause Bea had gone down on him in public? It just didn't quite fit. He knew he was upset about something, but didn't know what it was. He still couldn't get the change he wanted to make to Dr. Adzic to work quite right. He couldn't seem to get it to go in smaller intervals. Stan finished his shower quickly and got dressed. Downstairs Ben was watching TV and eating a bowl of cereal. "Hey," Stan said calmly. "Hey," Ben replied. "So, um. Sorry about last night," Stan stumbled. He always had trouble talking about Bea with Ben. "Don't worry about it. I forgive you," Ben said. He didn't worry about the distinction between himself and Bea anymore. He also didn't really forgive Stan. Stan was going to have to make it up to him. "I uh made some changes to the Transformo. Want to try them out tonight?" "Can't. Project due," Ben replied and brought the cereal bowl up to his lips. He swallowed the white fluid and almost laughed when he remembered swallowing Mitch last night. Or was it Ken? He couldn't quite remember. It was fun though. "Damn. When are you going to be free?" Stan replied, anxious to test out the Transformo and hopefully make amends with Bea. "It's due at midnight on Thursday," Ben said as he walked into the kitchen with his empty bowl. "Three days!" Stan groaned. He wanted to test it now! "Yeah three days. Maybe you could become Stacy and give me some extra `motivation'," Ben said and grinned. A blow job might help him think. He'd never tried it before. Stan knew what he wanted. "Well maybe. I have my own classes you know." "You'll be fine whether you try or not. You're a genius," Ben said and looked at the clock on the sink. 8:45 Plenty of time. Maybe he could go in early and try and get some of the project done before class. "I'm off. Think about it. I feel like its been ages since I've gotten any play with my cock," Ben said as he got ready to leave. It was true. He'd been spending more and more time as Bea recently. He hadn't had any time with Stacy in over two weeks. "We'll see," Stan replied and debated in his head what he would do. He was going to turn into Stacy, that was for sure. But did he dare risk the other changes on himself? They would leave him pretty vulnerable and he didn't know how Ben would take it. It was probably better if he tried it on Bea first. "See you later," Ben said and closed the door behind him. Stan ran up stairs and into the bathroom. He pointed the Transformo and the mirror and pulled the trigger. The beam shot out bounced off the mirror and purple light enveloped Stan. He got a little smaller and felt the curves of his body change. His dick shrank and was replaced by a pussy and he let out a little moan. He loved that part. Stacy smiled into the mirror. "YES! It worked. Two shots in a row!" -- Ben came home to find Stacy waiting for him naked on the couch. She stood up and walked over to him slowly, swaying her hips with each step and kissed him. "I'm sorry," she said and dropped to her knees. She proceeded to give Ben an utterly fantastic blow job. She even let him cum in her mouth, something she usually wouldn't. She didn't have Bea's taste for cum. Ben was happy to get another blow job an hour later when he was working on his project. Stacy walked into his room an crawled under his desk and proceeded to service him while he worked. Turns out he couldn't get much work done while getting head. He didn't really care. Stacy went to bed after playing with Captain Smiley for an hour. She felt like she'd done some good to salvage their relationship. She didn't think about how she spent more time with Ben's dick in her mouth than she spent talking with him. Stan turned back the next day. He had more work to do after all. He still needed to solve his Dr. Adzic problem. Both Ben and Stan were busy for the next few days and said barely a word to each other. Finally Friday rolled around and Ben submitted his project. He walked over to Stan's room and knocked on the door. Stan was sitting at his work bench with sheaves of paper scattered across it. They were all covered in weird symbols and numbers. "Are you sure you're not a wizard?" Ben asked and picked up a page from the floor. It certainly looked like it was in another language, the paper was covered in strange runes and drawings. "Yes, I am not a wizard," Stan said and lined up his papers neatly. The strange symbols were mostly just Greek letters. "I still don't entirely believe you. Anyways I'm done with my project. Emailed it off a few minutes ago. That means I'm free for the weekend..." Stan smiled, but it was superficial. He was not having any luck with his problem with the Transformo. It seemed no matter what he did the magnitude remained too large. He needed to blow off steam. Plus he wanted to try out some other changes he made to the Transformo. Ben was going to be in for a big surprise. Stan pointed the gun at Ben and pulled the trigger. The now familiar purple light shot out and enveloped Ben. He shrank down and his clothes became baggy everywhere but his chest. His wavy blond locks seemed to shimmer and change in the most subtle of ways to frame his now cute female face perfectly. Ben groaned as he felt his cock shrink down and his balls recede. His new female opening was wet and ready for attention. "God that feels good," Bea said in her sultry voice and rubbed her hands up her body. Her hands stopped at her breasts and she gave them a squeeze. "Ahhh, I missed these," she said and smiled at Stan. Stan took his stack of papers and out it in a binder under the desk. Bea walked over to the desk, her pants dropping off her as she walked. She sat down on Stan's lap, straddling him. She leaned forward and gave him a passionate kiss. "Fuck me," she said plainly. Stan had all ready figured out in his mind how he was going to surprise her. First he wanted to fuck her. He picked her up and set her ass down on the work bench. Her hands raced across his chest and up into his hair as they kissed and he struggled to undo his pants. When Stan got them undone his erect manhood practically lept into Bea. "Oh! FUCK! I missed that!" Bea cried out and wrapped her arms and legs around Stan. She pulled him into her rhythmically, his thrusts and groans syncing up with her own. His hand reached up under her baggy shirt and grabbed her breast. "MM! YES!" Bea called out leaning her head back. She was all ready about to cum. She knew for a fact she was going to finish before Stan. She didn't mind, she'd let him ride away in her until he was ready. Again they'd forgotten a condom, it was a recurring theme. He'd pull out. He always did. Just thinking about Stan cumming was enough to push Bea over the edge. "Shit! SHIT! SHITT!! UUGNNH!" Bea cried out and Stan felt her vaginal muscles pulse and squeeze his manhood. He was getting close too. He pulled out and started stroking his cock. "Do it! Cum on me!" Bea cried out in the after glow of her own orgasm. She closed her eyes and waited to feel Stan's warmth on her skin. Click. She blinked and saw a blue ray come out of the Transformo, Stan was holding it in his free hand smiling as he stroked his cock with the other. "What?" Bea asked confused, "But you just used it... How-" She felt a tingle and looked at Stan. He was getting bigger. "What's-" Bea asked and realized her voice was a higher pitch. Stan was rapidly getting larger and larger. Everything was. But she kept her eyes on his cock. It was huge! "Holy!" Bea said in a cartoonishly high pitched voice as her legs slid up onto the work bench. Her shirt hung off her like a tent. She would have panicked if she couldn't see Stan smiling down at her as he stroked his cock. His cock was eye level with her now. "I'm shrinking?" she asked in a squeak. She stood up and slipped right through the neck of her shirt. It pooled around her and seemed to grow larger and larger. Then it stopped. The whole process had taken maybe 20 seconds. She stood there mouth agape looking up at Stan. Up at his giant dick. "As you wish," Stan said and pointed the giant dick at her. Before she had time to react a torrent of semen engulfed her. The force of it was so great it knocked her onto her ass. It just kept coming out splashing all over her. "Ah!" she chirped and tried to block it with her hands. It did no good. She'd swallowed more than a mouthful at this point, there was no reason to keep being bashful other than shock. The torrent ended and Bea blinked and rubbed the cum out of her eyes. It was thick and gooey. She seemed to have a coating several inches thick over her entire body. She looked up at Stan's still proud cock. He pulled it one more time and a last drop of come dripped out of the end right onto Bea's head. Bea suddenly realized it was warm and felt wonderful. She leaned back into the pool of it around her and sighed. The smell was amazing. It made her so hot. Feeling it on her skin made her hot. She thrust two fingers inside herself and rubbed the cum into her tits with her other hand. She licked her lips and delighted in the taste. With the added stimulation it only took her a few seconds to be coming like a pro. "Surprise," Stan said down to the dirty little woman as she chirped in orgasm. "What'd you do!" Bea yelled as loud as she could. If Stan's head wasn't hovering right above her there was no way he could have heard her. He giggled at her voice. "I added some features to the Transformo. And it holds enough charge for two shots now." "I can't believe you- Why do I sound like a chipmunk?!" Bea called out and sat up. She was still covered in Stan's seed and tried to wipe some of it away futily. "You're vocal cords are smaller. Makes your voice higher pitched. One of many new things for you to experience at this new size," Stan said and smiled. He pulled his pants back up and closed them. He knew his cock wasn't likely to see much more play tonight. "Jesus Christ," Bea said and looked down at herself again. She looked identical to how she was before. It was everything else that seemed larger. Especially the amount Stan had come. "You know I like semen Stan, but this is ridiculous," Bea said and scoped a handful of it up, looking at it like it was a fine wine. "You love it," Stan said and smiled knowing it was probably true. At least he hoped it was true. Bea did seem to get off when he came on her tits or on her face. "Mmm, damn," Bea said and brought the handful of cum up to her mouth. She slurped it up, filling her mouth with more cum than she'd ever had in it before. She swallowed it all. "You know me too well. So how big am I anyways?" She said and stood up. She looked over her old shirt (which had absorbed quite a lot of cum) and out the the desk beyond. It seemed to go on and on like an enormous plane. "Probably between 4 and 6 inches tall," Stan said, knowing that in fact she was 5.43 inches tall at this moment. He'd calculated it after all. He could tune that setting, but it required a bit of work. He'd decided on this size because he wanted her to be a little smaller than his 6.69 inch cock. "Why a shrink ray?" Bea asked and started wandering around the desk. She found a pencil that was the size of a tree branch and marveled at all the little details she could see in it at this size. The surface had so much more texture and color than it seemed at normal size. "It was the next most easy change. Just make something smaller by removing a portion of the mass. The growth feature was harder, but I figured it out." "I'm glad to hear that," Bea said and looked up at Ben. Her neck was getting sore so she laid down. "So this is cool and all, but how long am I stuck like this?" "Twelve hours. The recharge time on the Transformo hasn't changed, it just can be used twice per charge now. No partial charging." "I see. So what am I supposed to do at this size for twelve hours?" "Well, this for one," Stan said and lowered his head. It was startling for Bea to see this billboard sized face racing towards her. His mouth was opening and it seemed vastly deep and cavernous. She tried to scurry away, but her hands slipped on the table, they were still covered in cum after all. Then Stan's tongue met her womanhood and she stopped struggling. "YIP!" Bea shrieked and bucked her hips violently. It was like some giant wet textured dildo had just rubbed all of her right places at the same time. "I thought you'd like that," Stan said, his breath hot against her skin. "Again!" Bea cried out. Stan slowly stuck out his tongue again and licked Bea slowly. He started at her thigh and worked his way up. He tasted his own cum, but that seemed trivial after all the things he'd done as Stacy. He brought his tongue up to her feminine mount again and rubbed his gently. "AAHNHhh! Shit!" Bea quivered in her high pitched little voice. Stan started moving his tongue up and down a little faster. He could feel Bea's tiny hips thrusting against it. "Mm! MMm! OH GOD!" Bea shrieked. Stan's tongue made its way further north and did a little figure eight around her breasts causing her to gasp in delight. Then he returned south. "Fuck, FUCK FUCK! AYYNEE!!"' Bea squealed as an orgasm washed over her. Stan pulled away and looked down at the tiny woman. Her hips were twitching like she was still trying to hump something. Her eyes were closed and there was a look of rapture on her face. "Oh my god," Bea said quietly. Too quietly for Stan to hear it. "AGAIN!" She yelled out and spread her legs as wide as she could. Stan smiled and then stuck out his tongue. -- Stan lay on his bed staring at the tiny sleeping woman on the pillow next to him. She looked so content while she slept. Like nothing was wrong in the world. She had a sheen to her, she was covered in a sloppy goo of saliva and cum. Stan had carried her over to the bed between her second and third orgasm. She'd humped his finger the whole time, exclaiming in her queaky little voice how big and warm it was. It had gone well. She hadn't freaked out and had made him get her off six times. He'd beaten off once more while pleasuring her, bringing his total orgasms for the night to two. He'd cum on her again, at her request. She loved it. But Stan couldn't sleep. He'd had wild imaginative sex and had gotten his girlfriend off half a dozen times. Why couldn't he sleep? Because she wasn't his girlfriend and he knew it. All they did was screw. She had more in common with a sex toy than a girlfriend. Stan sighed and got up from bed. He hated that he realized that. It was a perfect little relationship in so many ways, why did he want to spoil it? He picked up the Transformo and his stack of papers and quietly walked out of the room. If he couldn't sleep then he could work. At least try to. Revelation comes from strange places. Working into the wee hours of the morning Stan was hit with the solution to his problem with the Transformo. It wasn't a perfect solution but it would work. Feeling accomplished and exhausted he passed out on the couch. -- Bea woke up and stretched. She immediately felt the dried goo all over her body and giggled. That had been incredible, some of the best sex she'd ever had. And the cum! God at this size she could eat that and nothing else and always be full and happy! Just thinking about cum for breakfast made her horny and she masturbated. When she was finished she sat up reveling in how dirty she was. How helpless she was. Her heart was pounding as she looked around the enormous bedroom and didn't see Stan anywhere. He'd left her. Left her alone like this. She was just a living doll, what could go wrong? Terrified as she was she was also excited. She imagined someone else finding her and stealing her away. Keeping her as a little sex pet. She would be totally dependent on them to feed her and keep her alive. She would do anything for them. Anything. Imagining some strange giant's rough fingers running over her dirty body got her horny again. The smell of saliva and cum was over powering and driving her mad. She started walking across the bed while one hand played with her crotch. She made it to the edge of the bed before she felt an orgasm over take her and she collapsed. She laughed and was delighted to hear how high pitched she was. She peered over the edge of the bed and pulled back. It was a long long way down. A hundred feet? More? She didn't know and couldn't judge distances very well. The blanket went all the way to the floor. It was course enough she could probably climb down it. Hell the pile of it on the floor would cushion her fall. She half considered jumping just to see what would happen. Some part of her didn't seem to think a fall from a few feet in the air would hurt her. If Stan was there he could have told her that it probably wouldn't. Despite looking like a hundred feet it was really only about 3. Her acceleration due to gravity while she fell would be the same for those three feet whether she was 6 feet tall or six inches. Her mass was also dramatically reduced, so the force of impact at the end would be extremely minor. But Bea didn't know that so she started to climb her way down. It was hard work. Harder than she expected. Eventually her hand slipped and she started to tumble. It was jarring as she rolled down the blanket, her limbs and breasts flopping all around, but eventually she found the bottom. She lay gasping for breath and stared up at the top of the bed where she'd just been. There was no way in hell she could climb back up there. She'd always thought Stan's room was pretty neat and clean, but at this size on the floor she thought otherwise. As she walked across the dust covered floor she passed pencils the size of trees, socks the size of sleeping bags, and washers and nuts the size of frisbees. The door was open and she craned her neck way back to see the top of it. She'd never seen anything so large. Walking out of the bedroom she entered the hallway. It too seemed a mess at this size. Bits of dust and hair were everywhere. She wandered over to the stairs and looked down. It was like looking into a valley from the size of a mountain. Each step was just a little taller than she was, so Bea made her way down the stairs slowly. She'd sit down and grab the ledge with her hands and drop down. She'd then let go and fall the last few inches, what seemed to her to be feet. When she got to the bottom she tried to whistle in appreciation at her new world. Strangely no sound came out. She didn't know it but at her size the pitch of her whistle was too high for humans to hear. She saw Stan's foot hanging off the edge of the couch and made her way over there. Stepping up onto the rub was like stepping into thick dried grass. It was stiff and hard under her feet. And dirty. Was everything always really this dirty? She looked down at her feet and saw they were covered with fuzzballs and dust and small hairs. That they'd been splattered with cum and saliva the previous night certainly didn't help keep them any cleaner. Coming around the corner of the couch suddenly realized she had no way up the couch. It was lifted off the ground on slim wooden posts. Even if it was something she could theoretically climb, at this size it would be the same as climbing up a four story building. She made it to where she imagined Stan's head to be. "STAAAAANNNN!!!" she yelled in her high pitched voice as loud as she could. She saw no response from the giant on the couch. "SSTTTTTAAAAAAAANNNNNN!!!" She tried again. Still nothing. "STAAAAAAN!!!" She tried a third time and realized it was hopeless. She just wasn't loud enough at this size. She decided to set out exploring. It was a new world being this small, but most of it was pretty boring. Open floors that used to take seconds to cross now took minutes. She did enjoy going over to the door outside and climbing into Ben's old sneaker. It was big enough she could totally disappear inside of it. Kind of like an oddly shaped one person tent. Eventually she got bored enough she decided to try going under things. Things which hadn't been moved since they had moved in. That was when she learned was dirty really was. She coughed and hacked as she army crawled her way under the TV stand. It was maybe half an inch off the ground. She could feel the dust sticking all over her body. Again her sticky coating did nothing to help keep her clean. Eventually she felt a little lip and looked down at it. Feeling around it was huge and circular, but flat. It was too dark to see clearly, but it had a whole in the middle and had a slight texture to it. She laughed when she realized what it was. A DVD! lost under here long ago! She wriggled her way around it and tried pushing on it. It moved slightly. It took about twenty minutes but eventually she got the whole thing out from under the TV stand. It was upside down so she couldn't tell what movie it was. More interesting than that was how shiny it was. Looking down in it she could see the ceiling. Her heart started pounding and she stepped forward. She leaned over and looked down. There looking up at her from the DVD was a tiny naked woman covered from head to toe in dust and dirt. She looked wild, like she should be in some tribe in the amazon or something. The tribe of the TV stand. She laughed at her reflection and squeezed her boobs in it. She was a dirty, dirty girl. Dirty, dirty, dirty... Sitting on a mirror watching yourself masturbate isn't something most people do. Bea decided this was a shame and should be rectified. After she came she lay down on the DVD and sighed. She'd come three times all ready today. She'd probably only been up a few hours. That was a lot even for her. Maybe it was a side effect of the Transformo. She heard a loud groan from the couch and sat up. She watched Stan sit up and rub his eyes. He blinked a few times and his eyes went wide. The whole room shook as he ran upstairs. Bea laughed and felt her body giggle. "BEA!" Stan's voice called out. Bea knew it wouldn't do any good to respond so she just waited. -- Stan checked his room and was terrified when Bea wasn't there. He shouldn't have left her alone. Who knows what could happen to her at this size? "BEA!" Stan called out again and dropped to the floor. She could be anywhere! She could be under the covers, under the bed, crawling around on the floor. He listened very closely for a response. At her size he'd be lucky to hear her if she was three feet away. "BEA!" he called out his heart pounding. He'd done this to her. He'd done it with his stupid theories and ideas, just for a little sex. He'd lost her. What if she'd gotten stuck somewhere? Behind a desk or something like that!? How would he find her? Bea waited patiently downstairs and realized it might be awhile. Stan kept calling out her name and she could hear him stamping around up stairs, going from room to room. He didn't seem to think she'd be able to make it down stairs. Bored, Bea masturbated again. She decided she would just keep playing with herself until Stan came downstairs. It's not like there was a lot else she could do. After about three hours Stan finally came downstairs. Bea was working at a slow pace and had only gotten off four more times. She was starting to worry honestly. Not about getting found, but about going to the bathroom. She had to go pretty bad and at this size she couldn't exactly use the toilet now could she? She stood up on the DVD when Stan started down the stairs. He was crying. He collapsed on the couch and sunk his head into the pillow. Bea could hear his sobs and suddenly felt very very bad. Then she felt angry. This was his stupid idea, She thought to herself, I've had fun with it while he just mopes. Like always. She let out and exasperated sigh and walked over to the couch. "HHEEEEYYY!!!" she called out as loud as she could. The sobs seemed to pause. She couldn't see much of Stan from her vantage point near the edge of the couch. "HHEEEEEEEYYYYY!!!" she squeaked again. Stan bolted up and swung his feet off the couch. Bea dropped the the ground to avoid them. Stan's eyes were wide and blood shot a quick sudden movement and Bea was grasped tightly in his hand. She struggled to breath and pounded on his fingers. He brought her up to his lips and kissed her. Then he spat and choked a little and realized just how dirty she was. He opened his palm flat and looked down at her. She was covered in dirt and dust, her hair was a wild mess and her skin had a thick sheen to it. The left overs of last night no doubt. She was frowning at him. "I'm sorry," he said desperately. "I'm so sorry!" What did he have to be sorry about? Bea thought to herself. She shrugged. If he didn't want to blame her for wandering off she was fine with that. "I forgive you," she said calmly. "Make me big please. I need to go to the bathroom real bad and would rather not go in your hand." "Right," Stan said curtly and put her on the floor. "Of course." He pointed the Transformo at her and there was a click. This time a pink light came out and enveloped her. Her body tingled and the room started to get smaller. The most interesting sensation for her this time was feeling the good and dirt smear across her body. It stayed the same size while she got bigger. Sometimes it would form little islands on her skin and other times it would spread out to super thin films. It felt extremely strange, and when she was big again she felt dirtier than ever before. Honestly that thought made her a little horny. But she really needed to go to the bathroom. "Excuse me," she said and bolted upstairs. She nearly wet herself doing so. She stumbled onto the toilet and let out a long sigh as her bowels released. When she was done she wiped herself and looked in the mirror. She still was dirty as hell. If anything at this size she looked dirtier. The sheen on her skin made it look like she hadn't showered in days, and the dust and dirt didn't hurt either. She was horny. "Stan come here!" She called out of the bathroom. Stan practically ran upstairs. He opened the bathroom door slowly and stepped inside. He saw the look on Bea's face and knew what she wanted. He didn't really feel up for it, but he still felt bad about losing her. "Fuck me," Bea commanded and bent over the sink. She watched in the mirror as Stan undid his pants and got behind her. After that she decided she wanted to watch herself get fucked in mirrors more often. -- Sunday passed without too much effort. Stan shrunk Bea again, much to Bea's delight, and proceeded to play with her for hours. He felt utterly unsatisfied afterwards but didn't know why. He turned Bea back to her normal size on Sunday night. Ben had no class on Monday so she was free for the evening. They fucked three times that night. On Monday Stan made ready for his plan. At this point most of this was just getting mentally prepared. How did one prepare to take a life? How did one prepare to give one? It was Monday evening when Stan made his move. He walked up to Dr. Adzic's door and knocked. "Come in," replied a tired old voice. Dr. Adzic looked pretty good for his age. Or had at least, until his diagnosis with prostate cancer. His hair was white, but full, and he had a rich full beard which made him look a little like Santa Claus. "Stan, what is it?" Dr. Adzic asked as Stan stepped into his office. Stan didn't really know what to say. He hadn't planned that far. "Dr. Adzic I am here to give you a gift," he said plainly. He'd done a few shots before he came here. He knew this wasn't going to be easy. "Oh?" the tired old man asked looking up from his computer, "What gift is that?" "Life. The life you never had but always wanted," Stan replied bluntly and fiddled with the Transformo in his pocket. "What? Stan are you drunk?" Dr. Adzic asked. "I know Dr. Adzic. I know about your cancer. I know how you feel. How you think you are going to die alone and without anything left behind." "Get out of my office Stan," Dr. Adzic said angrily, but without yelling. "I am going to fix it. I am going to give you the greatest gift anyone has ever given anyone," Stan said and pulled the Transformo out of his pocket. Dr. Adzic looked at it and cocked his head. "Is that a toy ray gun?" he asked, very confused. "No," Stan said and pointed it at Dr. Adzic. It was set up. He just needed to fire his two shots and he'd be done. "My theories. The ones you laughed at. They are real. Let me show you," he said and pulled the trigger. A green light came out and hit Dr. Adziv in the chest. He rolled his chair backwards in shock as the green glow enveloped him. His skin started tingling all over. "What the hell?" he asked and looked at his hands. His veins and age spots were disappearing. His skin was becoming firm and the color returned to it. He could even see the color returning to the hairs on the back of his hand. The changes continued and he found it easier to breath. He felt more energetic, more alive than he had felt in decades. "What-" he asked and realized his voice sounded different. Younger, no longer the hoarse aged voice he was used to. "-The hell?" he asked and realized his clothes suddenly felt baggy. Stan marvelled as the now 20 something began to regress into a teenager. The world seemed to grow and get larger around him and Dr. Adzic felt afraid. What the hell had Stan done to him? Some kind of hypnosis from the light of the gun? His hands looked young and full of life at the end of his baggy sleeves. He suddenly realized they were getting smaller and they slipped inside his shirt. The changes finished leaving him a 4 year old. "What the fuck?" he asked in a high pitched boy's voice. Stan spun the dial and fired again. A purple ray went out and enveloped the young Dr. Adzic. He gasped and giggled as the next wave of changes came over his body. At his age he didn't notice much of a difference anywhere except at his crotch. It tickled, his body too young to feel arousal. His dick shrank down to nothing and his balls sucked up inside of him forming the premature ovaries that would flair to life in a scant decade. "Jesus..." the former Dr. Adzic said in a young girl's voice. "I told you," Stan said and stood up. What else was there for him to do? He'd just taken away what was left of Dr. Adzic's life and given him a new one. Her a new one. "Wait!" the little girl cried out. "How did you do this?" "I've all ready tried to explain it to you. You are welcome. I made it so you never will have to worry about prostate cancer again," Stan replied, trying to remember what else he had to do. "Don't leave me like this! I'm a ten