I watched them shrink to nothing and my nipples return to normal. The makeup on my face faded away and my facial hair returned. My lips returned to no...mal. My hair shortened back to my normal length and returned to brown. My nails retracted back in.I was once again myself, but I was now faced with a dilemma. I had to get out of the women's bathroom and somehow get home. I was back to male and I was naked with nothing to wear except the female clothing I had worn, which would not look to good on. Once there, they wondered why he was dressed as a French Maid. We told the hospital staff that he loved being a French Maid. They stripped him down to his panties and wondered why he was wearing panties. They then ran some blood work on him. They said that they were looking to see if Barry had gotten any drugs in his system. All of the tests came back negative. The diagnosis was that Barry had "snapped" and would be kept in the psych ward for a few days. Jenna, Sara, Becca and I spoke. John was tit man, so the redhead was the more attractive of the 2 for him, but he was also horny as hell. That meant he would beat the crap out of this pink haired one, blow a couple of loads, then take his time with her friend. Pulling his wet t-shirt over his head John strode towards the pink haired girl his cock pressing hard against his pants. After he beat her to a pulp and fucked her, he would let Brecan have a turn.Chapter 2 – Good Ole Fashion Country Ass Whoppin?What the fuck do you. It's so hot and this mist is so refreshing," one woman commented, as she turned round and round, letting the spray flow. There was a chorus of similar comments as they sat along the concrete wall on the tiny wooden benches. I stepped directly under the sprayers and soaked myself in the cool water. My thin t-shirt clung tightly to my body, not realizing it was immediately transparent, hiding nothing from view. I had not bothered with a bra this morning as I dressed in the t-shirt and short.