"The impossible burger is for weak-willed vegans and chicks... are you sure there aren't any normal burgs here?"
Dylan cursed the simple fact of the matter. Every damn place in his upper-middle class suburbia closes at 9, due to some kind of worker storage. But the hour was 12, the streets were empty save for the occasional passing car, and Dylan wanted some munchies for the smoke sesh with his friends. And here he was at the only damn place still open, an odd green-thumb themed veggie place that had no real meat. It seemed at the time that even a vegetarian hippie place like this would have some kind of real burger.
"Um... do you have anything that doesn't involve plants?" Dylan asked the rather hippie looking girl in the window from his car. She was wearing an odd mix of tights, a short skirt, a green smock and a thick cardigan.
"People ask that all the time," the girl said, seeming more amused than insulted by the question. She leaned forward slightly into the order window and lowered her voice. "All that stuff about the impossible burgers being unhealthy is complete bullshit, buddy. Just try it, not for health or whatever..." she gave a knowing smile. "...but because it actually just tastes good."
"Fine, fine. Even though I know I probably won't like it." He ordered the basic impossible burger and the usual side of fries. As the girl handed over his order Dylan gave a sideways glance. The girl was looking right back, her head cocked to the side and her eyebrows raised. "What?" Dylan said, giving her a smirk. She smiled back, a wide grin, her eyes twinkling as she winked.
"Nothin'," she said. "I just can't wait to see how you feel in an hour."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Dylan pressed. He already had his meal, and he could pull away, but the girl's subtle hints kept him from moving.
"Nothing," she said, walking away from the order window. "Just enjoy."
Dylan frowned as he pulled the car away, his warm bag sat in the passenger seat emanating a savory aroma of beef that quickly filled the car. Soon, the girl's teasing fell out of his mind, now set on arriving at his friends house and lighting up.
***
"Did you get that from the vegan place, Dylan?" His friend Brad asked.
"I had to, man." Dylan replied, unwrapping the paper around his burger. "Everything fuckin' closes at 9 these days."
Jimmy, quieter and far more reserved than the other two, returned from the designated window, coughing. He held the still-burning joint between his fingers and held it out to Brad, respecting the rules of "puff puff pass".
The three boys were situated in the living room, Brad's parents having long since gone to bed with a strong reputation of sleeping like rocks. The coffee table was loaded with snacks, and an oversized cup of ice water. Dylan sat in the corner of one end of the couch near the table, holding the burger in front of him. His mind was abuzz after a few hits from the doobie himself, feeling the fuzzy warmth that comes from the weed all over. Along with those feelings, his mouth felt drier than ever despite a few sips of the communal water cup. A good excuse to dig into his impossible burger.
His eyes widened in pleasant surprise. Maybe it was the weed, maybe it was the anticipation of what would happen in an hour, but as Dylan bit into the burger it tasted even better than it smelled.
Jimmy snickered at Dylan. "Yo, Brad, look how Dylan's eating it. He's going to town!"
Brad chuckled and took another drag off the joint before offering it to Dylan. Swallowing the last bite and leaving about half the burger un-ravenously devoured, he took his turn near the window while Brad and Jimmy joked. Each drag made him feel even better, though. At the end of the two puffs he saw there was only the extra-strong end of the joint left. "Damn, this shit slaps. Mind if I hit the rest?"
Brad gave a thumbs up from the couch and so he bombed the last of the thing, tossing it out onto the backyard and stumbling back to the couch. That's when an odd feeling came in. Dylan and his boys were quite the stoner bunch, and they'd smoked plenty of things before. So when Dylan felt... it's inexplicable to describe, but feminine, or maybe just a very feminine feeling come over him. It was like... something about his burger was triggering some sort of reaction. He held his arm out in front of him, and noticed his muscle was no longer present, just soft, supple skin and fat.
Dylan looked down at himself and noticed he was still dressed as he had been when he arrived at the restaurant, but now his jeans were tight on his hips and ass. His shirt was also tight and barely able to contain his rapidly growing chest, two very obvious nipples now pointing out from his shirt.
"Woah... yo, Dylan..." Jimmy said, looking at him in alarm. "Is this shit laced, or are you just fuckin' hot right now?"
Dylan couldn't speak. He felt lightheaded and hot in his pants. He thought for sure he would be embarrassed about how he looked and what had just happened to him, but instead he found himself getting hotter and hotter. "I... I think my burger might've been tainted with something..." he mumbled, realizing his voice was now higher pitched and girly as well. "It's like... I'm... changing..."
His friends stared as he continued to change, his body slowly turning into that of a girl's. His hair became longer and blonde, and he felt it fall around him in soft waves. His muscles shrank away to nothing and his face grew more feminine as well. And he was starting to feel a heat from deep inside him, one that built with every passing moment.
Brad was first to break the silence, grabbing his phone to record this bizarre occurrence. "Not gonna lie, this is prime fap material right here," he laughed to himself as he got ready to press record. "Hey, Dylan, you still into girls? You're looking good right now..."
"Uh... Brad?" Jimmy said, looking at his friend in shock. "This isn't funny."
"Come on, man," Brad said with a laugh. "It'll be hilarious! Look at him— her, she's looking good."
"I'm... a girl... now?" Dylan managed to get out, staring at his friends in disbelief.
Brad kept laughing, saying, "It's okay, but you need a new name or something. Like, now you're Daisy."
"Wha?" Daisy said, feeling the full effects of the weed pacifying her as her body finally settled into its new form. "No... I'm not going to be called Daisy." She reclined back into the couch feeling her body all over, confused. She had breasts now, her legs felt softer than ever. And running her hands across her chest to feel them, she felt an amplified feeling of arousal throb in her groin, not in the form of a boner, but rather by the wetness of her new pussy. She didn't have to see to know it had turned into a girl's sex; she could feel it clouding her judgement. Her body seemed to crave this new feeling, this new stimulation of her soft new breasts and wetness. But she had to think, not lose herself to it right now.
"Hey," she said with a gasp as she saw Brad's lecherous stare, "I can't stay Daisy... I think I'm feeling really weird right now." She felt a strange sensation growing within her core, a pulsing throb that was getting stronger by the second. "I think I have to go..."
"Uh... Daisy, no," Brad said, his voice becoming much less playful. "You're staying here."
"What?" she said with confusion in her voice.
"You're a chick now, dude. I kinda wanna hit that." Brad said with a smirk as he began rubbing something his pants, tossing his phone aside.
"No! No no no no no!" Daisy shouted, realizing what she was about to occur was wrong and stupid. "I'm not going to do that! I'm a dude, I'm a dude!" She scrambled out of her seat on the couch as fast as she could while stoned, stumbling toward the back door in her new body's awkward gait. She stood near the back door for a few seconds, feeling overwhelming, drug-elevated confusion and desire coursing through her.
Brad slowly followed her, enjoying how she panicked in her tight clothes that didn't fit her body anymore. "Look, you're a chick now, which means I can do whatever I want with you."
Daisy was moments from bolting out of the back door. "Any closer, and I'm running!" she warned, watching Brad closely. He was clearly too close for comfort but she wasn't sure how far she could get if he caught her. She held the doorknob firmly in her hand as Brad crept forward slowly.