CURSED: G-Chic

Jimmy picked up and looked at the object that was lying on his backseat. It was an aerosol can, labeled G-CHIC. "G-Chic? What the hell is *that*?" he asked aloud. Behind him came more curses and honking. "Hey! I told you to *move it*, you fucking asshole!" the guy behind him yelled out. Jimmy turned around and saw that the guy was getting out of his car. *Big mistake, buddy,* Jimmy thought. The guy briskly walked towards Jimmy's convertible, meaning to *make* Jimmy move his car. But before he could even say a word, Jimmy sprayed something in his face. He stumbled backwards, displaying shock. He desperately wiped the unknown liquid from his face. But it was pointless. Now it was Jimmy that looked shocked. The guy he sprayed with that can he found in his backseat began to change. His hair grew long, down past his shoulders, his facial hair disappeared, his skin became smooth and soft, his body frame became more and more feminine-like, and then finally two humps pushed his shirt out. They were breasts. "What the hell did you *do* to me?" the new woman asked, staring down at her new body. Jimmy wasn't sure. He looked closer at the can that was labeled G-CHIC. Towards the bottom of the can, in small lettering, it said: Gender-CHange In a Can. "Gender change? What the hell?"