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Harry had been trying on the sixth dress at the salon when he could feel the changes start. He ran to the bathroom without saying a word to the befuddled saleswoman.  He knew he didn't have much time.  He could feel his penis reasserting itself in his panties.  The changes always started at the crotch and radiated from there. His butt would flatten, his hips slim, and his back and legs would start to get hairy.  Soon the changes would be obvious.

Harry sat down and found the vial with the potion in his purse. It was disguised as a lipstick tube. He took it out and dropped his purse to the floor. He didn't have time to worry about neatness. If his body returned to its proper dimensions, he could rip the dress he was wearing and tear his shoes. He hadn't even bought the apparel he was wearing yet; he was just trying them on.

Once the vial was broken open, he would breathe the potion in deeply to return to the completely feminine body he wanted.  He hated that the potion only lasted a couple of hours. But he knew that it was better than nothing.

Harry was having difficulty cracking open the vial. It would bend, but not break open. He could feel his body changing by the second. He yelled in whispered tones to the vial as if it could hear him, "Hurry, open, open, open!"

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