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Like any normal person, Nick took advantage of the weekend by sleeping in. He woke up a little bit after noon, took a long shower, and then finally checked his phone. He'd had it on silent while he was asleep, so this was his very first opportunity to encounter the chaos that the rulers of the strange fraternity he'd joined for protection had wrought.

Nick was...annoyed, to say the least, at this massive disruption to his and everyone else's lives. But, if anything, there was some relief that the message at least let him know what to expect once he left his room. And because there were already guys-turned-girls in the halls by then, and—as he spotted from a brief glance—Rich's weird werewolf friends had already turned into girls and were pushing potions at everyone, he decided that this was not the environment he wanted to have his breakfast in. He went back to his room to collect his laptop, and headed out for a cafe with free wifi that he knew would let him sit and play games on his computer as long as he liked after he paid for his food and drink.

When he finally left, he happened across a pair of unfamiliar girls, both with animal features. The shorter one, a gray-haired catgirl, was tugging on some white-and-pink-striped thigh-high leggings. "I dunno, these are kinda tight..."

"But they look so good on you! Just try, walking around in them for a while?" the taller girl—sporting a huge, bushy dark-furred tail—said.

"Mrow," the smaller one shrugged, and then turned her bright pink eyes on him. "Oh, hey Nick."
"Ah! H-hi," the other one added, looking a little embarrassed to have not noticed him earlier. "You um, decide..anything yet?"

He huffed annoyedly. "No. I've spent the better part of today trying to forget this garbage is even happening. Who are you two, anyway?"
"Oh, y-yeah. Darren. And she's Corbin," she added after a second, the catgirl letting out a soft mewing sound that seemed intended to indicate agreement.

Now that he knew, it was kind of obvious that's who she was—although a blouse, short skirt, and eye-catching leggings wasn't his idea of how Corbin would ever want to dress. Well, context already suggested it had been Darren's idea.

They were also acting...worryingly friendly with each other. Of course they were friends and roommates, and girls had a tendency to be express friendship more...physically in the first place, but...

Nick decided that he didn't want to be an audience to this. "Uh-huh. Well, see you two later."
"Uh, sure," Darren said—the catgirl not sparing the effort to form an additional reply.

This brief encounter proved to be a small taste of what he'd encounter once he actually got back. The dorm was at least half-full of girls by then. Mylar was a catgirl too—he'd always been part cat, but there was something particular to her behavior when she greeted him that made him think 'catgirl' and not just 'Neko who's female now'. He happened to see the two werewolves in the hall on their way to their room, Quaid excitedly holding onto Sid's wrist with a big grin that showed off her teeth—and Sid wearing a huge blush. Nick really didn't want to know what they were on their way to being up to, either.

At least things seemed a little calmer than when he'd first woke up, and it was Erwin—now a curvy girl—sitting at the 'give people potions' station now. Her personality didn't seem that different; she only gave him a friendly wave on his way to get supper. Xavier and Vade were already women too, and the latter was trying unsuccessfully to persuade her roommate to hand-feed her even though she already didn't have to lift a finger to eat. Even though 'Xavie' acted as arrogant and aggressive as always for the most part, the fact that both of them were blushing seemingly from each others' mere presence didn't escape Nick's notice.

The strange power Flynn's roommate gained—probably a result of some crazy idea Flynn had come up with—only reinvigorated the chaos the following morning. By now the last of the council had fallen to the effects of the potion, and Mylar was clinging onto Jeff nonstop. Nick saw Corbin back in a male form—but much more catlike and slender than the original model—in the middle of a long kiss with Darren when he went to the game room to seek peace and quiet, and so he immediately shut the door and left.

They were far from the only pair of former-guys to take advantage of one regaining a male form to start blatantly getting together, too; he overheard a male Xavier through the door of 'his studio' objecting to Vade still calling him 'Xavie' and saying something about holding still so he could 'properly capture her beauty'. Mars, now a blue-haired Kitsune, was back to male and lying on his back on a couch, playing on his phone in the lounge...at least, that was what Nick saw. But he heard Tielo's (still-female) voice making a soft churring sound, so he stayed out of there, too. He'd always thought of Mars as someone to stick close to—sucking up to an overachiever like that could lead to all kinds of eventually-useful connections. But now he had to be wary of the splash zone of a fox's tricks.

The population of OZK was small compared to that of the entire campus, so Monday was relatively normal once he got out of the dorm now housing a majority of girls. There were some of them whose new appearances were very easy to pick out from a crowd, and a few in the same classes as him, but Nick could temporarily put the whole situation out of his mind for much of the day. It rose back to the forefront of his mind that afternoon, as classes came to an end and he went with a friend for supper in one of the campus cafeterias.

"Hey, what's got stormclouds over your head?" Pierce asked, walking alongside him.
"You've heard what's happening, right? With OZK?"
"Uhh, yyeah. It's only the top three things that everyone is talking about today—as in, that subject alone is occupying all three slots at once. Hey—is it true dudes get sick when they start turning into chicks?"

"Nnnot that I know of. At least not with this potion, anyway. It's probably people faking it so they can get somewhere private fast."

Nick sighed, his exasperation coming out with it.

"Seriously, what're you in such a bad mood for?"
"Oh, nothing. Just that my life is in chaos and most of my friends have lost their minds," he replied.
"Oh, woe is you, you get to live in an upscale dorm full of hot chicks," Pierce snarked back. "I mean—I heard Rich was just letting people turn back as soon as they took their potions, so what's the big deal?"

"It's more complicated than that, but—look. I dunno if it's the potion, or like, a burst of female hormones from the sudden sex change, but a lot of guys are just deciding they like each other all of a sudden, and going all-in on it."
"So? What's wrong with that?"
"What's wrong is, I give over half of those shallow, physicality-motivated pairings a month, at most, before they implode!

"I don't think it'll be two weeks before the place I live turns into a madhouse of nonstop drama. Fights, screaming, all my friends demanding I pick a side between them. And the worst part is, I bet the council did it on purpose. Or at least Rich did. Like, oh sure, 'we're pranking the university by converting to a sorority'," he mockingly intoned. "That is the weakest excuse I can think of! He—she—whatever, just wanted to go out with a bang before graduating next year, and I guess making one of the few safe havens for outcasts and hard workers on campus tear itself apart from the inside is a pretty big one!"

Pierce allowed a silence to hang over the rant while they opened the doors to the cafeteria, swiped their student cards to get to where the food was, and started looking for an empty table to claim with their backpacks. Then he finally said: "Orrr...y'know, a lot of them really are into each other. Like, we're talking about long-time friends already, right?"
"Yeah. I mean, mostly," Nick amended, remembering Layton's...situation. "So?"
"And they've been guys most of their lives. So no duh they like each other's looks as girls. Especially since this potion exclusively makes total hotties. I say, let 'em have their fun! Better yet, get a front-row seat to watch."

"So you'd just take the potion, no problem, if you were in OZK?"
"Maan. I would take the potion right now to join them, if they'd let me! You couldn't slip one out for me, could ya?"

Nick gave him a look that let him know Nick thought he'd just suggested something completely idiotic, then went to finally get some food. Pierce was still off getting his when he returned, so he had a moment of relative calm to eat a few bites during.

Then Pierce arrived, coming and sitting with his own tray. "Dude, I'm serious. You think they'd notice an extra guy—uh, girl around?"
"They totally would, especially Rich," Nick said. "He...she knows everyone in OZK way better than she should. I'm talking blackmail material levels of knowing. I swear she can read the mind of anyone who locks eyes with her," he said, shivering slightly. "But—at the same time, if she hears you're so eager to join that you took the potion without being a member, I bet she'd let you in anyway. Not without some torment first, though, I warn you."

"Okay then, seriously—hook me up. They're giving out bottles of the stuff like candy anyway, so nobody'll notice if an extra one goes missing, right?"
Nick sighed. "Maybe not."

When he got back to the dorm, Nick headed up to the spot near the kitchen where he'd seen people handing out potions before, and found the station still in use. Mylar...well, she was going by 'Myla' now...was sitting there playing on a Vita, and didn't really take notice of him until he waved at her from in front of the counter. "Oh, hey," she said, sitting slightly more upright. "You decided to stay with us, Nick?"
He sighed. "I'm, still not sure. Can I get a potion now, but decide if I'll drink it later?"
"Certainly," she said with a cute, friendly smile. "Take all the time you need."
"Uh-huh."

That was almost too easy, he thought, slipping it into his backpack. But then, he hadn't told any lies, and Pierce was right about one thing: The security on the potions was quite lax, despite there always being someone from (or close to) the council watching over them.

After supper on Tuesday, Nick made his way to Pierce's dorm, and knocked on the door.

The two of them were friends becuase they had several things in common. Both of them had dreams of going into video game development—although Nick was much more broad with his education toward that end, taking extra classes in subjects ranging from art to music to writing, while Pierce was just focusing on learning programming. They also both played a lot of the same games, and they also both had lucked into not having a roommate this year: Nick because his previous one had graduated out and nobody new had moved in, and Pierce because of random assignment while he was recently shuffled into a new dorm. So it wasn't too uncommon for either of them to visit the other's place.

His host answered quickly. "Hey, come in!" And, as he shut the door behind him. "You, uh...get the stuff?"

"Yes, I have some of the weird potion in my backpack," Nick said, setting that backpack on the floor on his way to find a seat. "I 'haven't decided what to do with it yet', so I just—have it with me."

Pierce was confused by this statement at first. "Huh?"
"It'd be a shame if someone took it while I wasn't looking?" he continued leadingly, and this time Pierce caught on.
"Oooh, I see. Gotcha." He gave a thumbs-up.
"Anyway, I thought it'd be nice to hang out with you for a while—get my mind off the chaos back in my dorm. If that's alright with you?"
"Uh—yeah, sure! I'm done with my homework for today anyway."

Nick's statements had remained completely honest (except for maybe the one about someone swiping the potion being a 'shame')—he was hoping to hang out and take his mind off of things. But Pierce's head was clearly elsewhere; his frequent glances toward where the backpack was, and general overall distractedness, made that clear enough. After only thirty minutes or so, Nick sighed and announced that he had to go to the bathroom. He didn't in the usual sense of the phrase, but he did need to give Pierce what he wanted so he'd start acting a little more normal.

After he came out and sat down, Pierce still seemed distracted. But after a couple of minutes, he said: "So, uh. Got a confession. I took your potion."
"Oh no, you've betrayed my trust," Nick said in perfect monotone.
"And uh..chugged it already."
"Gasp. Horror."

"It tasted kinda..sweet and spicy? So, not bad, but...weird, for a drink."

"Good for you?"

"Sssssooooo...I don't feel any different?" he said, spreading his arms out around himself.

"You do remember it can take up to a whole twenty-four hours before it starts acting, right? Pretty sure I told you that myself."
"Oh! R-right...heheh."

They played for a couple more minutes, Pierce seeming slightly more focused, or at least more energetic. He was clearly nervous. "Um..now that I think of it, I guess this is why guys had to run to the bathroom out of class when they started changing these last couple of days, huh? I-it can kinda...get sprung on you at any time, after you take the stuff?"
Nick sighed, looking over at his impulsive friend with an annoyed expression. "You really should've thought of all that before drinking it."

"Well, you know, it's no big deal. I mean—there's way more of the next twenty four hours that I'm not in class than, uh, that I am," he said. "So probability's on my side!"
Still watching Pierce's face, Nick said, "Yeah—assuming each time is equally likely. Which, honestly, I dunno. I think the majority of OZK had already changed over the weekend, and yet the few that happened yesterday were mostly in class.

"..Anyway, it doesn't look like you're gonna have to wait that long," he said finally, after another pause.

"What do you..uh. Oh." Pierce finally noticed what had caught Nick's eyes about half a conversation ago: One particular lock of his bright red hair had suddenly sprung out long enough for its end to trail onto the couch. And then a couple more had done the same thing, then a few more, and then some more...and the most recent batch had included one going straight down across the side of his face to land a few inches past his shoulder. "W-wow, already?" he said, picking up that lock in front in his fingers as more of his hair, espcially the bangs and front sides, started creeping out longer a bit more steadily. "I thought I had little more time than that..." Meanwhile, locks of hair from his back continued to spurt out one after another.

Nick shrugged. "That's what they all say. I assume." Perry was busy turning around and running a hand down through his extroardinarily long hair, and by the time he turned back around it seemed to all be finished growing out, framing his face in the front and spreading out from the back as a cape of bright red from his head down to the couch around him.

He brought his hand back up to awkwardly brush at the bangs a little. "Uh, did it..stop?"
Nick shook his head no. In fact, no sooner had the hair growth ended than Perry's height had begun to slowly inch downward.

"Then what's..um...?" Pierce paused, tilting his head up and down slightly. "A-are you getting taller?" When Nick shook his head again, his face reddened slightly and he mumbled. "Oh.."

Pierce was quiet for a couple of seconds, until his eye level had sunk maybe half a foot total, and then suddenly shuddered. "Aa~ah..!" Afterward, his shrinking accelerated, and his voice cracked when he exclaimed in response to whatever he was feeling. "Th-tha~at feels, soo~oo wee~eee~iirr~rrd...!" His voice continued to crack and squeak strangely, coming out at a higher pitch after each time, as he became shorter and smaller all at once: His frame narrowed and his arms and legs slimmed and shortened with him, causing his shirt to billow and tent out around him and his pants to look increasingly baggy.

"Aah, aa~aah...!" Pierce squirmed in his seat as he shrank even more. His face became smaller and rounder, swiftly exchanging his masculine jawline for a delicate, cute look. This shift in his face went beyond just its size and shape, as his skin visibly smoothed and softened, Pierce's facial hair vanishing away. The way his blush steadily brightened as he shrank only further enhanced the visible loss of masculinity. "W-waa~aaah...!" It was happening audibly too, as the soft cries from his lips came out in a voice that now lilted from sounding like a young man's to maybe a boy's...

"Mmn~nh..!" Pierce suddenly sat much more upright, his face flushing an even brighter red. He had finally finished shrinking, it seemed, only for the change to move on to a new step—and probably an even more embarrassing sensation coming with it. "Mmh, nnn~ngh..aah, aa~ah.." As he(?) slid back down, squirming around enough to slip his pants partially off of his hips, the change in his voice continued, now losing all semblance of maleness as it began to seemingly re-mature, only this time from a girl's to a woman's...and yet it didn't deepen much at all. Then, finally, he jerked just once, a bit more violently, and let out a slightly louder "AAA~AH!" in a very soft, feminine soprano tone.

Pierce bent forward slightly, panting heavily. "I-it's..g-gone..." she mumbled softly, announcing the complete loss of manhood that the change seemed to have been building up to all along. But no sooner had she said that than she let out soft, girly "Mm~mngh..aa~aah!" and started to squirm around yet again as another round of changes began.

Her clothes started to move around on her, transforming: The pants split apart at the upper thighs, while the shirt began to shrink closer around her tiny form yet also grow its sleeves out longer. The upper part of the pants took on the look of an increasingly puffy pair of shorts, and Nick could see her hips and thighs growing thicker and plumper with how loose it still was; the lower part quickly tightened and thinned, pulling close against some slender, shapely legs.

"Aah, hffh, aa~aah...!" Her shirt pulled tight around her slender waist, the long sleeves gaining some frills at the shoulders and pulling close across some slim arms and stopping just short of covering some now small, delicate hands. Its collar turned itself out, pulling down to show a tiny bit more of her neckline, and grew a bright red ribbon around it that tied itself together into a big, pretty bow at the front...yet it remained conspicuously loose around her chest. Meabwhile, the shorts pulled themselves back up around her hips as they puffed out further, the two holes joining together into one as the hem gained some white frills and the whole thing otherwise turned a similar red to the ribbon and her hair—morphing fully into a short skirt.

"MmnnnNNNNfh...!" The new girl wriggled around a little more, making the skirt flutter around a bit, as some small bumps raised themselves up from her chest, the shirt hanging loosely across them. Then she let out more cute, high sounds, a soft "Aah, w-waaa~aaah...!" accompanying the steady growth of those bumps until they had grown into a big, healthy pair of breasts that slightly stretched and strained the top before finally giving up, causing her to emit a soft, breathy sigh as they gently bounced into place.

Just like that, Pierce had become a petite, yet curvy girl, with hair all the way down to her hips—and her clothes had turned into a long-sleeved dress shirt, a skirt, and some tight black stockings reaching all the way up to her thighs. She looked up at him, blinking a couple of times and still blushing fairly brightly. "Uh, th-that felt super weird...and still, kinda does...?" She hopped down onto her feet, looking around. "Aah, everything looks so big!"

Nick shook his head, also standing up. "That's what happens when you lose like two feet of height, I guess. Well, I guess we should get this over with, then."

"Huh?" She tilted her head cutely, craning her neck slightly to look up at him. "Um, what do you mean?"
"Well, we need to explain what happened to the OZK council," he said, crossing his arms but trying to be patient. "You 'took my potion and drank it', and now we all have to deal with it. If they let you in to the fra—uh, sorority, then Rich is probably generous enough to pay for some new clothes for you like all the other members. Otherwise...I mean, none of your old clothes fit you, and you'd be a girl sleeping in a dorm full of guys. Not to mention trying to explain what happened at all your classes tomorrow by yourself."
"Oh!" Her blush brightened again as that thought hit her. "I uh, hadn't thought of any of that, either."

He shook his head slightly. "Yeah, I guessed as much."

Nick stopped for about the tenth time, turning partially around to make sure he hadn't lost her.

Pierce broke into a brief run, then stopped, panting and still slightly blushing, putting her hands down in front of her in a vain attempt to keep her skirt from fluttering around in the wind. "Slow dooown!"

"My legs are way shorter now, you know!? A-and walking around in a skirt feels really weird!"

"Sorry. Here," he gestured, "why don't you lead? It's right over there anyway," he said, pointing toward his dorm.

"A-alright," she said, nodding, and moved to get in front of him so he could follow.

Her bright red hair spread out around her, fluttering in the breeze, her slight frame otherwise silhouetted against the light of the setting sun. Nick sighed quietly, just to himself, thinking: She'd be really cute if she wasn't Pierce. Not that it matters, since I'll probably be a girl too before tomorrow night.

After entering the dorm, Nick headed for the lounge; it was neither hard to find nor far away, so he didn't slow down for the short girl trailing him. Mylar-minus-the-r was lying on her back on a couch, so he went her way. "Hey. We have a...situation," he said, gesturing at Pierce as she came in, panting slightly. "I dunno if this is a 'whole council' thing, or just whoever's in charge of like..admissions and/or discipline?"
"Well, uh—" the catgirl sat up, seeming to intuit the implication of him bringing an unfamiliar girl with him and describing it as a 'situation'. "We don't really have discipline, that I know of—it's never really come up. Jen's out, but I can grab Rich and Tielo, and that's at least a minor-decision-making majority! Follow me upstairs," she said, getting out her phone as she hopped to her feet.

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