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When I moved into the frat house I found a pink bicycle in the garage. None of the guys I had moved in with knew where it came from so it just sat there in the garage collecting dust. One weekend I felt like going on a bike ride to explore the local parks. Who cares if it’s pink? I am not some old fashioned sexist. So I pumped up the tires and took it out for a ride. I passed some idiot neighbours who made fun of the color of my bike, I flipped them the bird. When I was climbing a hill I wished I was lighter. When I reached the beach road with the sea breeze I could really feel the wind in my hair almost felt longer than normal, some people on the beach seemed to be looking at me and giggling, gee it's just a color what’s the big deal. As I continued along the beach road I was getting a bit saddle sore and wished that bike seats did not crush your balls so much, and shortly afterwards I found they were getting in the way less almost as if my wish had come true. The sea breeze was tickling my hairy legs, but then my leg hairs simply blew away in the wind leaving my legs all smooth. As I carried on riding my black t-shirt and shorts seemed to be getting tighter and started riding up my shoulders and thighs, no matter how much I pulled them down. When I stopped to adjust my clothes the change in wind direction blew a big mop of hair into my face and I suddenly realized something really weird was happening. Not only was it really long, it was blonde as well, I stroked it back brushing my hand across soft smooth stubble-less cheeks. My black shorts and t-shirt did not have sleeves anymore, and I seemed really small and skinny. So I turned around to race back home to safety. As I leaned into my pedalling I could feel the saddle squeezing a shrinking penis that was pulled back into some fleshy folds that were quite sensitive and now pressed against the saddle, so I now realised bike seats were quite uncomfortable for women also. I then felt some weight on my chest and glanced down to see some breasts pulling my shirt tight, the armholes were retreating now turning it into some kind of tight singlet exposing my shoulders. As I passed the busier parts of the beach I noticed a lot of people looking at me, but not giggling and teasing like before, just staring. As I went over the hill my now toned fit legs pedalled my smaller lighter body over the hill easily. The idiot neighbours who teased me about the pink bike the first time around, now wolf-whistled instead, I flipped them the bird again. As I rode into the driveway and up to the garage door I realised I had left my keys inside, but fortunately, my housemates came home a few minutes later.
“Hey guys, I forgot my keys, let me in.” I squeaked awkwardly clutching my skinny little neck, embarrassed.
“Oh my god! Did the new guy ride the cursed bike?!”
“Looks like he rode the full ten miles too.”
“You realize you are screwed now, nobody except us will believe who you are now. You have no tax number or anything.”
“But don’t worry, we will let you stay rent-free… as long as you put out.”

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When I moved into the frat house I found a pink bicycle in the garage. None of the guys I had moved in with knew where it came from so it just sat there in the garage collecting dust. One weekend I felt like going on a bike ride to explore the local parks. Who cares if it’s pink? I am not some old fashioned sexist. So I pumped up the tires and took it out for a ride. I passed some idiot neighbours who made fun of the color of my bike, I flipped them the bird. When I was climbing a hill I wished I was lighter. When I reached the beach road with the sea breeze I could really feel the wind in my hair almost felt longer than normal, some people on the beach seemed to be looking at me and giggling, gee it's just a color what’s the big deal. As I continued along the beach road I was getting a bit saddle sore and wished that bike seats did not crush your balls so much, and shortly afterwards I found they were getting in the way less almost as if my wish had come true. The sea breeze was tickling my hairy legs, but then my leg hairs simply blew away in the wind leaving my legs all smooth. As I carried on riding my black t-shirt and shorts seemed to be getting tighter and started riding up my shoulders and thighs, no matter how much I pulled them down. When I stopped to adjust my clothes the change in wind direction blew a big mop of hair into my face and I suddenly realized something really weird was happening. Not only was it really long, it was blonde as well, I stroked it back brushing my hand across soft smooth stubble-less cheeks. My black shorts and t-shirt did not have sleeves anymore, and I seemed really small and skinny. So I turned around to race back home to safety. As I leaned into my pedalling I could feel the saddle squeezing a shrinking penis that was pulled back into some fleshy folds that were quite sensitive and now pressed against the saddle, so I now realised bike seats were quite uncomfortable for women also. I then felt some weight on my chest and glanced down to see some breasts pulling my shirt tight, the armholes were retreating now turning it into some kind of tight singlet exposing my shoulders. As I passed the busier parts of the beach I noticed a lot of people looking at me, but not giggling and teasing like before, just staring. As I went over the hill my now toned fit legs pedalled my smaller lighter body over the hill easily. The idiot neighbours who teased me about the pink bike the first time around, now wolf-whistled instead, I flipped them the bird again. As I rode into the driveway and up to the garage door I realised I had left my keys inside, but fortunately, my housemates came home a few minutes later.
“Hey guys, I forgot my keys, let me in.” I squeaked awkwardly clutching my skinny little neck, embarrassed.
“Oh my god! Did the new guy ride the cursed bike?!”
“Looks like he rode the full ten miles too.”
“You realize you are screwed now, nobody except us will believe who you are now. You have no tax number or anything.”
“But don’t worry, we will let you stay rent-free… as long as you put out.”