A buzz followed by a click was Ian's first clue. A dull pink clouded his vision briefly and his whole body began to tingle. He shuddered, the sensation was hard to describe, but pleasurable as it passed over him. The whole thing took only seconds, and when it was over Ian looked down and couldn't help but smirk at the pair of breasts now hanging on his chest, prominently displayed by his lowcut dress. A dress, Ian realized, which didn't even come down to his mid-thigh.
"Jesus Derek! A word of warning when you're going to use the Transmogrifier on me! And if you're going to make my dress so short you should at least give me some panties!" Ian cursed, looking up at his friend and trying to supress his nervous smile.
"Don't think I don't know that you love it." Derek answered cooly, taking in the sights. He slipped the tiny toy-like raygun he was holding into his shirt pocket. "I bet you're already getting wet."
"What?! No..." Ian demured, lying.
"You know, I think it's going to take quite a bit for you to convince me to turn you back into a man again." Derek answered, obvious bulge forming at his crotch.
"Ok, fine, I'll suck your cock again - but you're going to owe me!" Ian's reply was far louder than he expected, then hurried inside.
Derek knew just how to make it up to Ian. Not just by fucking Ian's new pussy, though obvious Ian enjoyed that too.
No, Derek's true repayment would be to pretend that the Transmogrifier was on the fritz after this latest escapade. That way, Ian wouldn't need any excuse to keep those tits and that pussy for a lot longer...