Rain

“Alex, wait!”

Nicole hurried after her friend Alex to her room, who was hunched over, her arms crossed over her chest. The oversized hoodie she wore barely hid her convulsing body, tense and shivering, in an attempt to stop what was happening to her.

“No! Don’t come near me!” she yelled, her voice - although still hers - sounded deeper, as if she had caught a bad cold.

Alex bit her lip.

“…please. Just go. You don’t want to see me like…like this.”

“See you like what? A man?”

Alex gasped. Her eyes widened in fear. “What? H-how did you-“

“Alex, turn around.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Turn around.”

Alex slowly turned around, her head hanging low. Nicole stepped forward, examining her friend’s body, her green eyes darting up and down.

“I know what you are. What you really are.”

Alex gasped. “The curse.”

“Every full moon, you change into a man, right?”

She stepped forward, her eyes finally meeting Alex’s.

“And you love it every time, don’t you?”

Alex blushed. “No I don’t! I hate it! I-“

“Hate it so much that you bought men’s shirts and pants and shoes?”

“I- it- so they were comfortable! That doesn’t mean-“

“So comfortable that every night you would take them off, and give into your urges?”

“No…no! Ew! I would never-“

“Don’t bother denying it. I’ve heard your deep, hungry moans echo through the walls.”

Alex went silent.

“That’s right. I was there, that night, seven years ago, when you thought I had left for that party - you said you were sick.”

“You were there?! Oh, my god!”

“No wonder you needed all those tissues. You were busy cleaning up-“

“Okay, okay! You got me! I turn into a man sometimes! And I…experiment.”

She closed her eyes and turned away.

“But that doesn’t mean I like it or anything.”

Nicole smirked. “Oh? Is that why, every time you were ‘experimenting’, you were moaning my name? Imagining how good it would feel to pound me?“

She go closer, backing Alex to the wall.

“And how sweet and tight I would feel around you?”

Alex groaned, her body convulsing and growing, muscle rippling with strength. Nicole messaged her shoulders as they pushed outward, helping them to broaden. Her modest breasts shrank to a smaller A cup, and her legs grew longer.

“Nicole, I-I can explain! I-“

“There’s nothing for you to explain. All you need to do is accept this.”

Alex strained against her body again, her jeans, bra, and black sweatshirt tight against her body, as they started to tear at the seams.

“But what if you don’t like me…like this?” Alex said, her voice even deeper.

“Like you? Babe, I love you.”

The words hung in the air over them.

“I…love you too.” Alex as she wrapped her longer, muscular arms around Nicole’s lower back a full in embrace.

Nicole and Alex’s eyes locked together, and they kissed. They paused, almost taken aback by how fast they gave into each other. Nicole pressed her hand against Alex’s face, her facial features becoming sharper. Then they kissed again, taking themselves from the wall to the bed, with Nicole on top of Alex.

That kiss, however, was interrupted by even more changes. Nicole clenched her teeth together as height grew further to six feet, and what her breasts completely shrank into oblivion.

Nicole noticed Alex’s clothes were about to give way, how uncomfortable they were against her skin. “Let’s take these off, shall we? Arms up.”

Alex nodded, and Nicole practically ripped Alex’s sweatshirt off of her lover.

Nicole took in the view: Alex’s neck length black hair had shortened, her chest was completely flat, her arms and legs were bulging with new layers of muscle, which themselves had grown longer.

“Holy shit.”

All Alex could do was let out another deep groan, as pecs flexed and pushed out of her chest, abs ripped onto her abdomen, and her curves finally melted away. Her body grew once more with one last push.

Nicole groped her pecs with her soft, delicate hands, then down to her tight, hard abs, kissing and biting them in all the right places.

“You don’t how long I’ve been waiting for this.” She whispered into Alex’s ear.

In the midst of her transformation, a throbbing huge bulge had grown in between her legs.

Nicole bit her lip. Her eyes gazed toward Alex’s. “Please,” Alex begged, “do it. I want to.”

That was all Nicole needed.

She rubbed the hard thing, which was on its side, in a circular fashion.

“So…ugh,” Alex could barely hold back her moans.

“So sensitive, right?”

“Mhm.”

She practically ripped open the jeans, unbuttoning and tugging them off of Alex’s bottom half. Then, the pink underwear was pulled off, finally setting that poor thing free. It sprung up, hitting Nicole on the cheek, squealing in both surprise and delight.

“Excited, aren’t you? Look at how big you’ve become.”

Alex looked down. It was huge. Six inches, maybe more. It looked almost triumphant, as if it had been freed.

Just above it, a red seal in the sage of a heart had formed. Nicole explained that she had given it when they first kissed earlier. If he ever came with his new, large dick, the changes would be permanent.

Alex thought about it for a moment. Would he be happy living as a man? He looked down at himself. The pecs that grew on his chest, abs that had etched themselves under his skin, the deep voice that commanded him.

His wonderful, large, cock, heartbeat in sync with each throb.

“Yes. Please.”

Nicole smirked. Nicole brought her lips to the tip, and kissed the hard down to its base. Then, she brought her lips to the top of it again, as she brought them down to the base, sucking Alex off. Alex could only squirm, the sensation feeling much better than his fingers on clit or in his pussy ever did.

Then Nicole stopped.

“Why did you stop-“

“I’m getting behind you,” Nicole ordered, as she sat behind Alex on the bed. She began to rub his cock with her hand. Alex couldn’t hold his moans back anymore, throwing his head back, as the electricity pooling in his new member sparked with great intensity.

“I’m going to show you how good it feels to be a man,” said Nicole through heavy breaths, Alex’s new precut leaking onto her hand as she went faster. “But I’m not going to let you cum until you admit that you’re a man.”

Alex could only moan in response.

Nicole stopped.

“Say it! Say you’re a man!”

“I’m a man I’m a man I’m a- maaahn!”

Ropes of white, warm, cum erupted from her - now his - cock, shooting onto the walls. Alex let out on last deep groan, his voice now completely waxed in a deep vibrato.

“There’s so much!” Nicole gasped, “you really liked that, hm?”

“Mmhm…yes…”

Nicole practically flipped him over, heavy breaths filling the space between them.

“I know there more in you. More power, more hunger, more seed.”

She pressed her hand against his face.

“So please…don’t hold back!”

Alex kissed her, with so much hunger and passion that it almost surprised her. He ripped off her purple off shoulder crop and began biting and kissing her C cup breasts, making her squeal and moan. After moving to her stomach, he teased her crotch with more kisses, before eating out her pussy, wet as it was already.

He inserted his cock into her slowly, as she let out as soft gasp. He pushed her tangled red hair out of her sparkling green eyes. The dominating smirk she once held was replaced by a triumphant smile, her love for Alex glistening in her eyes.

“You are so beautiful.” He said, his voice dripping with awe. How did he manage to resist this for so long?

Nicole smiled. “Kiss me,” she whispered.

He kissed her again, taking her all in.

Nicole broke away. “Do it. Breed me. I want it inside, all of it.”

Alex began to thrust faster, giving in to the pleasure more and more, their moans of love and pleasure mixing together.

“It’s here! It’s finally here! Your cum is going inside me!”

Alex roared as ropes of cum finally unleashed into her womb, Nicole’s back arched as she came as well.

After Alex fell onto the bed, they both came down from their blissful high, with Alex spooning Nicole.

“Wow, no security cameras, no alarm systems? I really hit the jackpot this time!” Thought Lilly as she closed the large wooden door behind her. Her eyes gazed upwards towards the large, dark hallway, its walls seemingly disappearing into the dark. Lilly looked around for any signs of items that were of value - gold, silver, rings, necklaces. And luckily for her, they all lay waiting for her, inside cases and mirrors, drawers and cupboards. “Oh my god, I can finally pay off my college debt, and then some! And to think that this mansion was some evil lair.” She chuckled to herself - how silly was it that a recent college graduate like herself would believe in some silly old stories. It was said that this centuries old mansion was never to be traversed nor trespassed, as those who did never returned.

But those were all silly rumors, Lilly thought, picking up watches and rare items that she could sell for much more than a pretty penny, and put them into her backpack. “And to think I got all prepared for this” she said, alluding to her black mask, black hoodie and pants, and her black and white sneakers, along with her boxcutter and her mace.

She zipped up her backpack, now moving into the kitchen. She suddenly heard a faint giggle from behind her. She quickly turned around, but she didn’t see anyone in the darkness of the mansion. She reckoned it was just her imagination.

Then, from the cupboards, she saw plates of China fall to the floor.

And she knew she was the only person there.

Fear and panic griped Lilly as she turned and dashed back to the main hallway, but as she did, what could only be described as hands clasped her mouth and throat. Lilly struggled to breathe as she tried to fight back, but the strength of this invisible force was almost inhuman. And before she knew it, she blacked out.

Lilly woke up, weary and dazed, and found herself in the middle of a dark bedroom. She could make out a king-sized bed in front of her, and a desk, next to it.

Not only was it dark, the room was also quite chilly. She looked down to her body, only to find that it was stripped bare, her arms and legs tied to some pole, though her mouth was free.

She yelled for help with all of her breath, but nobody came.

“Of course it was too good to be true! I’ve should’ve never come here - those rumors were right all along! And now I’m stuck here, all alone…” she whimpered.

“Do not fret, for you are not alone.” A soothing, silky voice cooed as the dozen of candles were lit, illuminating the figure that stood before Lilly.

“I do not wish to harm, only to improve.” The figure said in response to Lilly’s yelps of fear. The figure appeared to be a woman, one that couldn’t be a decade or two older than Lilly. Her long, silky black hair was neatly kept, including the bangs that almost covered her eyebrows. She wore an off-shoulder dark purple dress that extended past her knees. Her eyes were dripping in shades of purple. She also wore a pair of dark purple high heels, lipstick, and fingernails, along with an expression that seemed too patient and calm for someone who had just captured a thief rampaging their mansion.

“L-look, I’m sorry for breaking in, okay?! I just needed to sell some rare stuff that’ll pay off my student loans! You- you can even have them back and I’ll never step near this place ever again! Just please, please don’t hurt me…” Lilly whimpered.

The woman in front of her looked amused.

“Look at you, begging me to spare you. Hurt you? Why would I hurt you? You’re perfect!”

“Perfect?”

“You’re just the right candidate for my new position.”

“Position- you mean, a job?”

“Hm, something like that. Let me introduce myself: name is Francesca. I have resided in this manner for centuries, due to a curse that had allowed me to live for eternity, but only within the confines of these halls, as if I were to step outside, I would cease to exist. And so, throughout the centuries, many humans have enjoyed ravaging my mansion as if it’s an open house. And although I do adore scaring them away, some humans need much more than the freight I gave just you mere hours ago. And besides, there are some family secrets that need…protecting”

“So you’re looking for…a bodyguard?”

“Indeed. And you could join me, if you’d like, living a life of full luxury, with all of your needs met, and more.” She said with a wink. Lilly managed to suppress a blush.

“No need to worry about any bills or rent - I have all that taken care of, as you would be under my wing, as my servant, my protector. And I’ll be your mistress. Or, you could go on your merry way, and go back to your old life and all of the burdens that come with it.”

Lilly didn’t want to actually join - she just wanted to appease this strange woman and find a way to escape later.

“You know what? I…I think I’ll take you up on your offer.”

The woman perked up. “How wonderful! Let’s get started, shall we?”

Her purple eyes glowed as she walked toward Lilly. “All you have to do is look into my eyes.”

Lilly looked into the woman’s eyes, the purple hue reigning over them.

Suddenly, Lilly felt strange, as if her body was revolting against her, as if it was coming apart and being molded back together again.

“What…what the hell?! What are you doing to me?!” Lilly exclaimed, her voice straining against itself, her shoulders cracking as they broadened.

“I’m just making a better version of you! Someone needs to teach you a lesson concerning leaving alone things that are not yours. And in return, I get a strong, muscular man to take of trespassers when necessary, so it’s a win-win for both of us, is it not?”

“What are you talking about- agh!” Lilly was caught off guard by her shrinking chest, watching as her modest breasts withered away, as if invisible hands were pushing them into her chest, until they were completely flat, accompanied by broader shoulders and a slightly taller frame.

“Now, how did that feel? Better, right?” The lady asked as she came from behind to place her hands on Lilly’s now flat chest. At the back of her mind, she couldn’t help but feel like a weight was taken off of her, but she immediately pushed that thought back to where it belong.

“No! This is…this is all wrong! Let me go, please!” she yelled, barely even noticing that her voice had become slightly deeper.

“You have it all backwards, Liam.” Francesca said as she watched her prisoner’s body grow taller and bigger, her muscles becoming more defined, as she strained to stop the changes. “You need to let Lilly go, along with all of your other burdens, so you can finally be free.”

“HOw-” She paused at the sound of her voice cracking, a sign that she couldn’t hold back the tide of masculinization for much longer. And that name, Liam - it made her feel fuzzy inside, as much she didn’t want to admit it. “What…what the fuck are you talking about?! And who the hell is Liam?!”

“Well, Liam is a man who has a deep, sexy voice.” Francesca said as Lilly’s voice finally gave way, her voice dropping to accompany the Adam’s that jutted out of his throat.

“And, he has long, beautiful, silky hair.”

She tucked a lock of hair behind Lilly’s ear as her blonde hair was lengthening, the ponytail that it was kept in place no longer being able to hold in place, as the band broke apart, fully allowing her hair to flow over Lilly’s broadening back and shoulders. Lilly shivered as her soft hair tickled her backside.

“And he is such a looker!” said Francesca as she moved her hand to the back of Lilly’s neck, as the edges of her face became sharper, and stubble formed on his chin.

Lilly looked down at the strange yet alluring woman that was now face to face with her prisoner. Her soft lips were so close to Lilly’s, her eye’s purple hue darting from being locked with Lilly’s to her lips, whose huffs was echoing her new deep voice. Lilly couldn’t help but find her teasing, her tall, imposing stature, and her hand against her face almost hypnotizing. She imagined just giving in and kissing her, but shook off that thought as quickly as it started.

Francesca, as if reading Lilly’s mind, moved off of Lilly, as she almost whimpered at the lack of affection.

“Not just yet, big boy! If you want my gift, you’re going to have to let go of your old self.”

“G-gift?” Lilly asked, her eyes lighting up.

Francesca chuckled. “There’s no point in resisting yourself, you’re only delaying the inevitable.” Francesca said, smirking. “Just let go of that poor girl and embrace your true essence!”

Lilly couldn’t deny that the creeping muscle, the growing body, her flat chest, the testosterone pumping through her veins - it all felt so good. Much better than the woman she was before. And the sparks she felt in her chest when she was teased by this tempting girl, calling her “he”, “boy”, “guy” or “man”, they all felt so right.

Lilly - now Liam - concluded that Francesca was correct. She gave him a body that he simply couldn’t resist.

And now, there was no turning back.

At last, after the long pushing, pulsing, and stretching of her body, her pecs pushed out of her chest, finally replacing the breasts he once had. The muscles in her arms and legs burst and strengthened under her skin. His lower abdomen finally gave way with six pack abs pushing out, as the last of his gentle curves melted away. His back and shoulders forced a final, sickening crack as she grew even taller, and her shoulders made one last push outwards, as Liam relished in his new form.

Francesca looked at him up and down, and licked her lips. “Perfect. Now, you are ready for my gift.”

She strutted over to Liam, and gave him a French kiss, one that was returned with even more passion.

“Now…are you ready to obey your mistress?”

Liam nodded profusely.

“Good boy” said Francesca, as she kissed his body from his neck to his pecs to his abs, stopping short at the valley between his legs. The changes brought on by the sweeping testosterone had made his once-small clit swell and lengthen, with slick starting to run down the peak of his thighs. He was so horny that he didn’t know what to do with himself and these new, buzzing feelings that were bursting from his crotch, to the point he was practically thrusting his hips, desperate for relief.

“Hungry now, are you? Well, in addition to my gift, I have a surprise for you.”

She began to flick his swollen clit, making Liam‘s breathes faster and heavier. The flicking sensation allowed his clit to grow, to the point Francesca had to go from using two fingers to four, then resorted to using her entire hand to stroke it, as blood rushed into the clit, making its transformation accelerate. Liam could barely stifle his grunts as the new, large thing pushed out of him. Accompanying his growing member was a pair of large, hairy testicles that descended from his former shaft. And after one last big push, his long rod and nests finally settled into place as Liam let out a groan.

Liam looked down at his new equipment - the nests between his legs were so sensitive, as were his pulsing, erect cock, which was at the mercy of Francesca’s soft, delicate hand.

“Wow, look at how big and hard you’ve become!” As Francesca positioned herself, she commanded him to not cum until she gave him permission. He happily obliged.

She slowly inserted her lips over his cock,

making him shiver in both anticipation and fear. He had never had a dick before, so he didn’t know what exactly to expect.

His mistress would put those thoughts to rest, after she paused her oral engagement and instead ran her hand over his cock, lubed up by her saliva.

As her hand motions grew faster and faster, Liam let out his deep moans, his voice rumbling in his chest. Liam had never felt this good, it was like he was seeing stars that had yet to even exist. Whether it was just the magic, or him starting to love his new body, all he knew was that this thing felt so much better than the clit and vagina it had replaced.

His moment of ecstasy was interrupted, as Francesca got up and took off her dark, sparkling purple dress, revealing her large breasts and soft, curvy body. She jumped on the bed and reached her hand out to Liam, as the magic ropes that had held him together came loose, dropping Liam to his feet.

“Come here, servant. I know that there’s more of you, begging to be set free.” She spread her legs like an open book, begging to be read.

“Take me.”

There was a part of Liam that knew that he could escape, knew that he could leave this place. But that part of him was already drowned out by the warm blanked that was his manhood, his newly minted masculinity. The woman that longed for his touch, with her dark, purple lips that taunted him, her pale skin that glistened in the moonlight, her purple eyes, endowed figure and her long, black hair, was all he cared about now.

He nearly leapt onto his mistress’s bed, kissing, biting, licking every inch that was available to him, consuming every inch of her body with his lust, as she did him. The fire that enveloped them made them sing to the stars, until they finally returned to earth, where they recounted their adventure.

“I can already tell you will be of great service to me, my servant” Francesca said as she rubbed her hand over Liam’s chest - smooth was it not, as tiny hairs had started to sprout from it.

Liam touched her hand, “mistress, after tonight…I can never go back. This is where I belong, now and forever, with you.”

Steven dragged his feet outside of his classroom, completely drained from the test that he just took. A meek, short young man in his first semester of college, his grades were still important to him, even as his was failing most of his classes. Wearing a pair of black shorts, black sneakers, and a blue buttoned-up shirt, he hadn’t adjusted to college life yet, which was made worse by his parents pushing him into majoring in Law. Although he instead wanted to major in photography- his passion throw out his entire life, he just couldn’t stand up to his parents and their expectations for him. But without them, he couldn’t pay for his classes, so he was stuck between a rock and a hard place.

In any case, he could think about all that later, as a beautiful butterfly came before him. Wanting to take a picture of it, he took out his phone and snapped a picture, but by then, it had fluttered away, now fluttering down the stairs.

Other students heading up and down the stairs looked at him, bewildered, but he didn’t care. He just wanted to take a picture of this butterfly, to hang it on his wall or even put it in an art gallery.

He snapped another picture, but alas, it was the same result: blurry, with no butterfly in view, as the butterfly moved again, this time into the boys restroom.

He went downstairs to the first floor, as he followed it into the restroom.

He noted, however, that this particular restroom looked slightly different from the others at his college: it was smaller, with little messages, notes, and bad jokes written on its walls, stuff that the janitors would take care of. He also didn’t notice that there weren’t any urinals, only stalls. But he didn’t care - he just needed to capture this moment and think about that afterwards.

The butterfly finally landed on a metal bucket, as Steven finally took the photo, relived that it came out clear enough to actually see it.

“Phew,” he sighed, wiping his brow. He looked at the photo he took - the butterfly was shown in all its beauty: he could see not only the constraint of the red and blue, but also the little folds of the butterfly’s wings.

“Whoa…that.. actually turned out really well!”

He turned and leaned on the cold, hard wall.

“If only I could have enough freedom to do more of this, instead of being forced to be who my parents want me to be. Sigh. I wish I could just be free.”

Suddenly, the photo he took started glowing, as the butterfly disappeared. Steven hunched over, as his body started to feel warm, tingly, and strange.

“Ough! Ah! Wh-what the-“ Steven stammered as his body started to convulse, his height decreased, and his shoulders started to push inwards.

“Ahh! Huff, hah, Wh-what the hell is- nngh - happening to me??” He said in between heavy breaths, already sweating.

As he shrank, his hips began the process of to pushing out, as his curves started to develop with them. Large hands began to shrink, becoming more petite, as his already-thin arms became more slender. It was here when his short, black hair started to grow out, with the top is his head fading into a brown.

Then, just for a moment, everything stopped.

“Hahh, agh, what…am I…smaller now?

He asked, in a slightly higher-pitched voice, now just starting to notice how much bigger the restroom was, and how smaller his hands and general frame were. “What the hell?! H-how is this- GAH!!”

Rudely interrupted Steven, his hips pushed out some more, his curves narrowing some more, shoulders finally melting to their final size. He was about to strip himself of his clothes, before his body demanded even more edits.

His butt, once completely flat, started to expand, growing thicker alongside his thighs, making his shorts feel tight around his body.

His felt his face contort, his skin and bones pulling and twisting, the edges of his face softening and melting away. His now mostly brown hair grew further, now long enough to cover his ears, as his voice completely changed into that of a young woman.

Steven stumbled and limped towards the sink, needing to get a closer look at his face.

Looking in the mirror, he noticed that his face had become laws angular, the edges were rounder, constituting a face that was much more feminine than before.

“Holy shit! M-my *mface!” Steven said, clasping his hands over his mouth in shock and awe, not only at the face that was staring back at him, but also at the high voice that was coming out of him.

He rubbed his hands across his skin and his longer hair, the brown hue now almost at ear length. Freckles danced across his cheeks and across his nose, his green eyes now blue.

“Oh my god…I’m…I’m a girl? Ha…I’m turning into a girl!” He said, confused as to why he even felt relieved that he was turning out this way.

“Whoa…” he said, blushing at his new look. “I look, kinda cute, heh…” Steven stopped himself. “W-wait, did I just call myself cute? But how…why-“

“Ergh!” Steven felt a surge of pleasure pushing out of his chest, as put his arms over chest, attempting by to hold these feelings in. All it did do, however, was delaying the inevitable.

He leaned on a nearby stall, removed his arms from his chest, and finally let his new girls grow.

“Mmmgh…ohh…mmn”, moaned Steven, failing to suppress his moans, not even caring anymore. Heavy breathing accompanied two mounds of fat pushing out from his chest, forming the modest boobs of a late teenage girl.

It was at this point that a warm, tingly sensation attacked his crotch, as his body pulled in the thing between his legs, already hard from the earlier changes.

“Mmm, oh, ohh!” Steven’s eyes and head darted upwards, barely containing himself as his balls shrank and shifted, being engulfed into his body as ovaries. His dick, now dripping with cum, slid further and further into body, until practically came on its own, as Steven drowned in what could only be described as exploding sparks, falling to the floor from the intense heat coming from his blossoming flower.

“Hah…hah…that was…wow…” he said, panting, barely able to think straight. After taking off his old clothes, he laid there a few moments, he explored his new body - his boobs, his soft skin, the brown hair the brown bangs that got into his eyes, the soft voice that laid over his breaths, loving every second of it. Then, something began to grow in his mind.

He realized he was gaining new memories - memories that were parallel to his own - of a girl that lived in the town called “Arcadia Bay” in Oregon, U.S.A. This girl also liked photography just as much as Steven did, and, to Steven’s delight, she could pursue as much as she pleased, and even owned a Polaroid camera as well! She also had time traveling abilities, which was something Steven would have to get used to, but he - or as of now, she - knew would get the hang of, if she just tried her best. After all, she was in the middle of a mystery that was important not only to her, but also to her childhood best friend, Chloe.

“Oh my god…I’m not only a girl now, but I’ve also become…Max Caufield?” She said as he tucked her hair behind his ear, looking at the body of a girl that laid before her. “This is…”

Although she wasn’t sure about how it why this had happened, she felt relieved at the idea of living as this girl; wearing cute outfits, dancing to good music, solving earth-shattering mysteries, kissing a cute person…it all made her feel - warm inside, as if something had ignited inside of her.

She moved her hand down to her crotch, where her new flower had bloomed, and pushed her finger in. She let out a small, faint gasp, fingering her vagina. Her memories flooded through her mind - her new adventures, her new friends, and her new life, - one where she wasn’t afraid to be herself, unlike her old, dreary, previous life as Steven.

Speaking of new friends, Chloe Price - Max’s best friend - had barged into the restroom, making her presence known with her large black boots, eyeing up the girl that was lying on the ground, pleasuring herself.

“Wow, Max, I’ve seen some wild shit, but this is really something else.” She said, putting her hands on her hips, looking at her with confusion and curiosity.

“Ah! Chloe!” Max was surprised that she immediately knew her name. She really was now, in some sense, Max.

“Oh God, don’t look!” She said as she covered her chest, blushing, embarrassed that her best friend was seeing her like this.

“Oh, come on, Max! We’ve seen each other naked before. And besides…” Chloe said as she got down to Max’s level, Max’s heart racing in her ears.

“…it’s not like I haven’t noticed you looking at me in a certain way.”

“Wh-what?” Max stammered, but this “Chloe” girl wasn’t wrong, though - her short blue hair, covered by her dark blue beanie, dangled over her face. Fair skin painted her face, dark blue eyes glistened in the flickering lights of the restroom, matching her jeans. Her white tank top hugged her boobs - something Max paid special attention to.

Chloe looked at Max’s face, then at her crotch. “Having a hard time getting there, I see. I can help you with that.”

“That impish looks scares me.” Max said meekly.

“Trust me, I know my way around a girls body. Now…are you ready?”

Max nodded eagerly.

Chloe leaned in closer to Max’s face, caressing it.

“God, you’re so beautiful, Max…I wouldn’t trade you for anyone else.” Chloe said as she tucked a lock of hair behind Max’s ear.

“Did she just call me…beautiful?” Max thought, the memories of her childhood best friend flashing through her mind, mixed with the electric feeling of being flirted with.

The two girls locked lips, making out for a few moments before stopping.

“Huff, hah, Holy shit, Max! I…I didn’t know you could pull that off.” She said between panting breaths, as she stripped herself down until she was completely naked.

Max almost drooling at the sight, she never thought she would’ve ever lose her virginity to a hot girl, and as a girl nonetheless.

Chloe kissed down Max’s body - her neck, chest, stomach. Finally, Chloe started to finger her vagina, wet from the new sensations.

“OH! God, yes…” Max panted, letting Chloe do a number on her.

Chloe’s fingers went faster and faster, her blue nail polish coated with clear slime, rubbing her own clit to the sound of Max’s loud moans.

Soon enough, the two of them finished, both fully satisfied with what had transpired.

“Hah, huff, wow, Max. I wouldn’t ever guess you were a screamer.” Chloe said as she fell next to Max.

“I can’t believe we just…did that…” Max said between huffs, “that was…amazing.”

“So…I guess this means we’re dating now, huh?” Chloe asked, with Max’s quick approval, via another make out session.

Afterwards, they both got up, and put their clothes back on, although, this time, Max’s old clothes had changed - she now wore a small bra, her blue shirt was now a pink shirt, accompanied by a grey jacket, jeans replaced her black shorts, and her pair of black sneakers were now smaller. She blushed as she ran her hands over her clothes, noting how cute they looked on her.

“What’s the hold up, Max? We gotta go to the diner, remember? To test out your powers?”

she said, opening the door that led out of the restroom.

“C-coming!” Max said, following Chloe out of the restroom. She gasped, noting at how much her college - now a boarding school - had changed, the second floor gone, with a row of lockers lined up in front of her.

Max shook her head - she had already been here already, or, at least, remembered that she had attended this school for a few years. And although she could still remember her old life as Steven, she couldn’t imagine even thinking about going back - her new life seemed had so much more life, more meaning to it, and she could pursue her passions and dreams with less pressure. And, she had a girlfriend to boot!

Beth was slumped over at her bench, bored out of her mind.

“Damn, nothings open! Fuck, why did I decide to go to the mall this late at night?” She thought, frustrated. It was so empty here at this late hour of 9pm. She looked around, seeing if anyone else was here. She turned her head to the left, hearing some chatter further down the hall, bringing her gaze to some girls she recognized from her college, sitting next to the windows - Stacey, Amy, and Kate.

Known to be athletic, at the top of their class, and breathtakingly beautiful, these girls were the exact opposite of Beth’s emo aesthetic- the trio had cute outfits that were perfect for social media.

Stacey and Amy, best friends for as long as they could remember, almost always had matching outfits. Stacey - wearing a white tank top and jean shorts - was a short, pale redhead with short neck-length hair, with a few freckles across her nose. Amy, on the other hand, had a beige skin tone, and had her black hair in a ponytail, wearing a pink t-shirt crop top with a white and yellow flower on it, and a dark brown skirt. Kate, the tallest, and the “leader” of the trio, with her long, brown hair that sparked in the sun, wore a purple off shoulder shirt, and white short shorts.

Beth didn’t understand them or their - in her opinion - “basic” and trendy sense of style, or their “girly” interests, like shopping for cute clothes, accessories, and makeup, or obsessing over their favorite pop artists. They all seemed so close - laughing, painting each other’s nails, telling inside jokes, and hugging.

Beth was almost the opposite of this preppy trio - her short black hair was dyed red at the edges. She wore a black jacket, and a black t-shirt with her favorite band in it. She also wore ripped jeans, black and white sneakers, and had black e-mail polish. She considered herself an emo girl, who liked hard rock, punk, and metal, and her interests ranged from going to rock concerts to exploring abandoned buildings. Because of her fashion choices and her interests, she considered herself better, distinct, and “not like the other girls.”

Yet, although she hated to admit it, she couldn’t help but feel envious of them - envious of their friendship, camaraderie, and taste in fashion and streetwear.

Noticing Beth stare of interest, Kate put down her latte, and said something to her friends. The other two nodded, and the girls got up and started to make their way over to Beth.

“Ah shit, they’re coming over to me!” Beth thought in a panic.

The most popular of the girls, Kate, walked over to her. Beth put her head down, and put her hoodie over her head.

“Hey”, Kate asked as she walked over to Beth, “I noticed you were, like, staring at us or whatever - do you wanna hang out with us sometime or something? We promise we won’t bite!”

“L-leave me alone!” Beth mumbled “I have better things to do than to talk to you shallow sluts.”

“Fine, whatever. Be alone and miserable then, jeez.” And the walked away, with Stacey and Amy glaring at Beth.

”Those stuck-up bitches are so annoying!” Beth thought angrily. She turned to look at where they had been sitting. The girls had left their stuff - three purses, one pink, one black and one brown - and, Kate’s coffee. Betty walked over and found the pumpkin spice latte that Kate was drinking.

Then, Beth had a naughty idea.

“Is this what they spend their money on? Wow. What’s so good about these things anyway?”

She put her pipes around the straw, and took a few of the latte. “Huh…y’know, this isn’t so bad.” She said as she drunk the rest of the Kate’s latte.

“Heheh, I can’t wait to see the look on their- oh, ugh, shiiit!”

Beth’s stomach gurgled and twisted, her body sweating writhing in pain. She ran to the woman’s restroom, and shut the door to the stall behind her.

“God, what do they put in these things??”

The gurgling started to expand and spread all around her body. It kept growing and growing…untill it stopped.

“Hah…hah…whoo…I…I think…it’s…over…” she said out of breath, as she remained leaning on the stall.

Then, she started growing.

Inch by inch, meter by meter, her height grew from 5’2 to 5’7 And, although she didn’t notice it yet, her hair started growing too, with little strands of blonde hair growing from the top of her head. Her pale skin began to deepen slightly in color as well.

“Nngh…what the- I’m…taller now? And…why…why did that feel…so good- ahh!”

Beth looked to her chest, as it felt like something was trying to push out of there. She wrapped her arms around her chest.

“Oh, fuck!” She exclaimed. “What the hell is- Ohh fuuck! Ah, It feels like by chest’s gonna- ohh!”

Her boobs - once small a cups - started to expand, pushing out with great force. Knowing that she couldn’t hold it in anymore, she let her chest grow.

It was around this time that a few more people trickled into the restroom, intrigued by the sounds they were hearing coming g from the stall.

“Ohh- it’s growing! My chest is growing!! Oh yess!!” Her boobs continued to grow until they were D cups, sticking out like a sore thumb on her clothes, that were now too small for her.

“Mmm, ahh, my butt?? It’s- oh, yes!” Her jeans were about to become too small for her as well, ripping and tearing at the seams as her butt and thighs started growing as well. Her hips pushed out, and her curves become more pronounced.

Alongside these changes, there were warm, tingly feelings grew in her crotch area. Beth opened her jeans, noticing her panties her already soaked through. She pushed her fingers underneath her panties, felt around her vagina - it was wet, but she could also feel her clit - it was much more sensitive now, and larger too.

She began rubbing her fingers around her new, larger clit, moaning at the shocks coming from it, almost shocked at the difference. She rubbed it faster and faster, moaning louder and louder, until, she finally came.

“AAAHh!” She sat down, letting the intense feelings from her crotch resonate with her for a moment.

And she was enjoying every second of it, moaning and groaning along until it was all over.

“Wow…that was…amazing!” Beth said, still out of breath, but satisfied nonetheless. She liked how her body turned out. She pushed her blonde hair out of her eyes-

“Wait…blonde hair?” she thought in a panic.

Beth looked down at her body once more. Along with the other changes, her black hair was now long and blonde, her skin had tanned, and her black nails had turned white, and a little longer.

And that’s when Beth realized- she had become one of them.

“Oh…oh my god…I…look like one of those girls!! Oh no, what am I gonna do??” She cried out.

“So, you really think we’re that bad, huh?” A voice from behind the stall door asked, and that voice did not sound like it was all that happy with her.

And it could have been only one person, someone whose latte had been messed with.

“H-huh? Kate…is…is that you?”

“You drank the rest of my latte, didn’t you, Beth?”

“I…uh…maybe?”

Beth opened the door, just enough to see who was there, too embarrassed to show off the rest of her new body. She saw the trio of girls - Kate, with her hands on her hips, and Stacey and Amy standing behind her, with their arms folded over their chest - all looking at her disapprovingly.

“Look, I’m sorry okay?? I-I didn’t think- I didn’t know it was going to do all of…this! Please, just help me turn me back!”

“Ah, so you’re saying you wouldn’t have any regrets if you didn’t turn into ‘one of those girls?’” Said Amy.

“No!! Ok, look I- I’m sorry, okay?? Fuck, this is so weird-“

“You know what?” Stacey asked, “we should totally teach her a lesson. She clearly doesn’t think very highly of us anyway, so why don’t we just-“

Kate put up her right hand, which immediately shut her up. She cleared her throat.

She had something else in mind.

“Beth, could you come out of the stall?”

Beth opened the door, embarrassed, now fully revealing herself to the three girls, watching her every move.

Kate looked at her up and down, taking note of Beth’s new features. “Girls, I have a better idea - let’s give her a little taste of this new body, if she wants. Then, she will at least know how it feels to be ‘one of those girls.’ How does that sound?”

Something changed in Stacey’s and Amy eyes, as they went from being angry to being hungry.

Kate acknowledged their agreement through a devilish smile, as she started to slowly walk towards around Beth. “Now that that’s settled - Beth. Would you like to take up this opportunity? To at least, enjoy this stunning body you’ve been gifted? Or, we could like, change you back or whatever. But, based off of your moans from earlier, I think you’ve taking a likening to it, no?”

Beth blushed. She could feel her heart racing, as Kate walked around her. She already felt naked, ready for her body to be submerged in her desire, and she might as well give in to them.

“O-ok, fine!” She smirked. “Do you worst. But after this, I’m going back to my old body, got it?”

“If you say so. Now. Let us take off your old rags, they don’t seem to fit you anymore”, Kate said as she came up behind her, Beth feeling her warm breath on her neck, sending shivers down her back. Then, in her right ear, Kate whispered, “now, let us give you a night you won’t forget.”

Kate then started to unzip Beth’s black jacket, before helping her take off her band t-shirt, which revealed her newly enlarged breasts, being messaged by Kate’s soft, delicate hands. She stripped even further, taking off her jeans and shoes as well. Soft moans left Beth’s lips, once painted with black lipstick, now red.

“You know, I’ve seen you around campus before,” Kate said. “Always alone, sullen - the look of being wanted written all across your face. But with us, you are wanted, and we will welcome you with open arms, and deep desire.”

Kate then turned towards Beth, looking at her face to face, locking eyes with one another, rather than looking down at her like she used to. Then, they kissed, with so much passion that it made Stacey and Amy jealous.

Kate removed her lips from Beth’s, with Beth’s eyes begging for more. “What,” asked Kate, “too much to handle?”

“O-oh, please! That’s the worst you got?”

Kate turned around and singled to Stacey and Amy to take her place - for now.

“Finally, I can’t wait to show her my new moves!” Amy declared, as Kate got out of her way. She almost tore off her pink shirt and brown skirt and threw them to the side, revealing her A-cup boobs and modest ass. Her pubes were trimmed to form a heart.

Meanwhile, Stacey took off her tank top and short jeans, revealing a petite body - B-cup boobs and a hard, throbbing dick, compete with a pair of balls. Beth blushed at the duo, with them showing off their bodies.

“Beth, was it? You look so lovely. I mean, you’ve always looked lovely, but now you look even better!” Said Stacey, as she took a page out of Kate’s book and went behind Beth. She kissed her neck and when down to her shoulders, and groped her asscheeks. Asking Beth to bend over, Beth agreed, and Amy started to slap her ass, until they shined red.

“Yeah, yeah that’s all ‘lovely,’” said Stacey as Beth got up from the floor, readying herself for her new, sensitive body to be demolished. “But, what about all the shit you’ve been getting up to?” Amy asked?

Amy came face to face with Beth. “Calling us names, rolling your eyes, hell, now you’re even drinking our drinks? You’ve been very naughty lately, haven’t you?” She asked.

“Let’s fix that, shall we?”

Amy’s right went straight to Beth’s crotch, immediately sending waves of pleasure over her body. Amy’s fingers thrusted into her vagina, hitting her g spot. At the same time, Stacey inserted her cock into her asshole, first going slow, then going faster and faster. Beth couldn’t help but practically scream in pleasure, her body tensing up, and shaking as she came once again. Stacey came too, inside of Beth, noting how tight she was now.

“So,” Amy said, not even breaking a sweat, “who’s the ‘slut’ now?”

Beth didn’t even try to answer - her mind was was completely blown apart by how explosive that was. Her new long, blonde hair was a complete mess, too.

Kate moved back in. Amy and Stacey knew that their time was up and they moved out of the way, anticipating Kate’s final saga.

Kate stared up and down at Beth, who by now, was on the floor, barely even collecting herself from the fun that has taken place. Kate got down to her level, and tucked Beth’s hair behind her ear, and smiled warmly. Then, she kissed her again in the lips, and then down her neck, her breasts, her stomach, and around her crotch and inner thighs, then, finally, ate out her vagina. When she figured Beth was wet enough, she took out a pink vibrator, and turned it on.

She placed it on Beth’s clit - Beth’s body shook and shivered as she succumbed to the waves of explosive ecstasy. Every half a minute, Kate would up the level on the vibrator, mainly things even more and more intense for Beth. Kate and Amy were enjoying this scene themselves, fingering themselves, or in Stacey’s case, rubbing her cock - all pleasuring themselves to the music that Beth was making, until, finally, they all came, as wet, sticky cum released from their bodies, the orgy finally over.

They all took a few minutes to rest, to collect themselves afterwards. After all, it was quite the workout.

“So, are you like, ready to go back to your old body?” Kate asked Beth.

Beth thought for a moment. “Actually, I think I could get used to this,” she admitted, “I, um, want to take your up on that offer, Kate - we should totally hang out more often.”

“Wait, did I just say ‘totally?’” Kate thought.

Kate giggled. “I knew you’d come around eventually. Ooh, we can definitely get you some new clothes, something more…fittings.”

Beth nodded. Kate snapped her fingers, which began the last phase of Beth’s transformation.

First, light brown uggs wrapped warmly around her feet. Next, a black skirt poofed around her waist, and finally, the soft fabric of a yellow crop top crawled up her torso. Looking in the mirror, Beth - who was now going as Bethany - blushed, liking her new sense of style.

It was at that moment she knew - she was like the other girls.

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EPILOGUE: It was after this transformation that Bethany started to become much more confident in herself, and more open-minded. She started to enjoy the more stereotypically “basic girl” activities - shopping for cute clothes, wearing makeup, ect. She even started to like pop music! But she never gave up her original hobbies, introducing her new girlfriends into some of her own hobbies - like exploring abandoned buildings- or getting them into some metal and punk bands that she liked. Speaking of girlfriends, she would continue to have more “hang outs” with them, experimenting with her new body even further.

Splash! A wave of water fell over Ethan, as a car went by.

“Ugh! Shit!” he groaned. “Of course, the universe just has to remind me how much my life sucks today, of all days.”

He wiped the water from his eyes and continued to drag himself home. Ethan, a young Japanese-American man aged twenty-one, found work at an automotive company, but due to a global recession, he was let go. Born in the States, he wanted to reside in Japan for a time to get in touch with his culture, and to jump start his career in marketing and sales. He had dreams of being on top of the world - living in lavish luxury, on top of the world in tall, gleaming skyscrapers, and being among the richest suits-and-ties.

But now, like his dreams, his black suit, black vest and gray tie were all soaking wet, and had nowhere to go. He couldn’t stay here - he didn’t have much of a family to connect to, after his parents had cut ties with them a few decades earlier - and he couldn’t go back to the U.S., even if he wanted to, due to being flat broke. And he would feel ashamed if he had to move in with his folks again, so he was pretty much all alone.

As he walked home, however, he remembered there was a place in a nearby forest he liked to visit. There was an old, abandoned shrine, which sat in the center of some beautiful cherry blossom trees. He decided he should go there and let his stresses melt away, at least for a little while.

He turned left and crossed the street, making sure there were no more annoying cars greeting home with puddles of water. He took a nice, long stroll through the forest, until he finally reached the shrine. It was old and worn down, the cracks in the wood showing its age. Though luckily, it still stood well enough. Ethan dropped his suitcase and sat down on its steps and let out a heavy sigh, as he looked up to the sky. It was covered by dark, gray clouds, reminders or the rainstorm that had just passed by earlier that day. The clouds were darker now, signaling that the end of the day was at hand. Ethan then dozed off to sleep, allowing himself let go of the stresses of his dull, gray life.

The next morning, Ethan awoke to something warm that danced on his face, as if a ray of light that beamed down on him. He blinked himself awake and got up, and yawned. He looked up once again, noticing the sky had changed significantly this time. Unlike yesterday, in which a storm had rolled in, bringing with it dark, stormy clouds and heavy rain, today the clouds had receded into light puffs of smoke painted across the light blue sky. As a matter of fact, as he looked around, the was something different about the entire area - the shrine itself seemed to have had been fully restored to its former glory, its wooden exterior and roof was fully intact, with no dings of damage. The stone path leading to it no longer was covered in bushes and twigs - it now was fully restored as well, with there now being a clear stone path. Ethan’s eyes widened as he observed his new surroundings.

“Holy shit…did someone just renovate this place overnight? This must be a dream, right?” He toured the updated shrine; the rooms - once desolate and barren - now looked as if they were occupied just this morning - a bed was made, with a white cup of warm tea next two it, complete with steam brewing off it. He took a sip. “Mmm…this is great! God, I needed this…” He sat the tea down and went back outside and stepped onto the porch, and took a breath of the fresh air. He smiled. He like that this old, forgotten place somehow returned to its glory.

Then he remembered - he had to go home.

“Goddammit! It’s a shame I’ll have to leave here and go back to my house, and deal with…god, everything. What I would give to just relax and drink tea at this beautiful shrine. Sigh I wish I could stay at this place forever…”

Then, almost as soon as he said those words, he started to feel hot as he felt his body shake and tremble beyond his control. He could hear his bones begin to crack under the pressure, though he didn’t feel any pain, just discomfort and heat. His shoulders began to push in, as his height decreased with them. He saw as the world around him seemed to be growing around him, but in reality, *he* was the one who was shrinking.

“Nngh…ugh…wh-what the fuck is- gah!” Ethan exclaimed, as he felt his hips push out, and his waist starting to curve inwards. His hands shrunk and became daintier, his arms and legs shrunk in length and muscle (not that he had much of that, anyway). It felt like his entire body - inside and out - were being massaged, itched, broken, and remolded into something almost foreign to him.

But, as suddenly as it began, it stopped. Huffing and puffing, he ripped off his suit, vest, and tie, and stripped himself down to his boxers. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Coated in sweat, his body had gone through some significant changes - he was smaller for one, his shoulders and waist had narrowed, and his arms and legs were shorter and more petite, too.

“Huff, hah What…what is this? What’s hah hah h-happening to me?!” He barely noticed that by now that his skin was softer to the touch, his body hair had all but evaporated, his voice had jumped at few octaves higher, his short brown hair had grown slightly longer, and that his face had become more androgynous. In between deep breaths, it was starting to become obvious to him now - he could no her deny it. He was becoming-

“…a girl? Hah hah I’m…I’m turning into a girl?!How is this even possible—AH!”

His conclusion, which was coated with fear and confusion on one hand, and curiosity and excitement on the other, was interrupted by an alien sensation residing in his chest.

Then, it started again.

Power, heat and energy ripped through his increasingly feminine body, begging it to change even further. Two lumps of fat began to push out of his chest, creating sensations Ethan has never felt before. He fell to his knees, moaning, letting his new girls blossom forth, as they replaced his flat chest, expanding into small A cups.

“Oh, god this feels…ah …sooo, good!” Ethan exclaimed as he let his hands massage his new assets in circular motions, feeling how sensitive they were becoming, helping them grow to modest B cups.

“Agh! Ewgh! Gah!”Ethan groaned as brought his hands to his face, clenching his teeth together as his face crunched and contorted, as his body worked to give him a less defined jaw line, a smaller nose, and bigger eyes, erasing the last major marks of his masculine face. This also had consequences for his neck; becoming thinner, while his voice finally completely gave way, becoming high pitched and undeniably feminine, as his Adam’s apple disappeared without a trace.

“Hah, hah…ngh…what’s that feeling i-in my — AHH!!” Falling now on all fours, he moaned as his ass started to grow, his thighs becoming softer and thicker, and becoming slightly more plump.

”Mmn…yess…” Ethan said as his messy brown hair grew longer darker, and softer over his face, his shoulders, and finally his back, becoming a dark brown. He rolled over on his back, pushing his new, soft silky hair out of his eyes.

The final changes were being finalized — his thighs and ass grew to their final size, his waist narrowed in one last time, adding slight but noticeable abs to his belly.

Ethan looked down at his body, still overflowing with this essence, this power. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing or feeling, but he couldn’t deny that it felt so good, so rejuvenating.

Now, there was one last thing that need to change. And although he knew what change was coming, he didn’t know what feelings would come with it, nor how intense those feelings would be.

Ethan quickly pushed off his boxers - which barely even hugged his feminine frame at this point - already panting and moaning as he spread his legs wide open, already anticipating the arrival of his womanhood. His dick and balls - which were noticeably smaller than before the changes started - started to shrink. Ethan almost absentmindedly wrapped his now-feminine hand around his cock, and stroke his shrinking member, closing his eyes and tilting his head back, as the new, strong, unapologetic feelings burst from his crotch. His penis - erect and hard from the changes her that had taken place before - twitched and morphed, as if trying to salvage itself form the inevitable, but to no avail. As a new slit formed underneath his ballsack, his balls shrunk one last time, then went inside, becoming his new ovaries. His penis pathetically came one last time, then gurgled as it, too, was pushed inside by his body, becoming a tiny but sensitive clit instead. Ethan opened his eyes and looked at where his dick and balls once were, although now there was only a slit, with a clit at the top of it, just barely sticking out. His fingers on his right hand were coated in both his old cum - sticky and white- and his new cum - slimy and clear.

He was wet.

And he wanted more.

Something was stirring between his legs, the remaining heat and tension from the transformation rushed to his new equipment. It felt as if his vagina was emanating, pulsing with life, begging him to give in to his new body.

And he couldn’t resist the blossoming flower between his legs.

With trembling hands, Ethan touched his slit - he felt his entire body shudder and shiver. He immediately succumbed to the waves of pleasure that glowed in his crotch. At thing point, he started to slowly finger himself, pushing his fingers in and out of his vagina. This action slowly accelerated, his desire, his heat, rose all throughout his body the faster he went, wanting, no, needing to get that last bit of heat out of his system.

Ahh…ahhh!! Yess!!” He moaned, as he fingered himself faster and faster, enjoying the waves of pleasure coming over him.

Then, his eyes widened, and he let out a gasp.

He was almost there.

Faster and faster he went, his mind being completely overtaken by the overwhelming pleasure he was feeling. Sweat reigned supreme over his skin, as warm, panting breaths of a girl in heat escaped Ethan’s lips. This heat, this power, it kept rising, higher and higher, faster and faster, until-

AAAaaahnn!!!” Ethan finally let out on last series of loud, unapologetic moans as his new body arched upwards, squirting cum all over the wooden porch, and his inner thighs. He took his hand and tasted his new cum in his mouth, savoring the taste of his new equipment.

Afterwards, he settled down and closed his eyes. Satisfied, he wore a smile on his face, letting himself rest once again after his hard work was done. He ran his hands all over his new body; him feminine face, and his soft boobs and skin. He sighed and chuckled at his new form, overflowing with relief.

Until he fully realized what had just transpired.

“Wait - h-holy shit! I’m a girl?? H-how…why- what the fuck? He said as he jumped to his feet. He looked around at not only his body, but also at the mess he had made on the porch. “Did…did I actually enjoy this? Oh…oh god…”

“Oh, my…seems like you had a lot of fun, hm?” An unfamiliar voice said behind him.

“A-ah!” Ethan yelped. He covered his mouth, still not used to the voice he was carrying. Then, he covered up his chest and crotch with his clothes, and looked up to the woman that appeared before him.

“Oh, shit! I-I wasn’t doing anything! I’m not here to cause any trouble-“

“Oh, you’re certainly not here to cause trouble, shrine maiden. Quite the opposite, in fact.” The lady smiled smugly and giggled. She wore a long flowing pink and purple dress, and had long blonde hair that flowed under her pink mob cap.

“Shrine maiden? What…what are you talking about? I’m not-“

“Ah, but you are! Ever since you stumbled into this shrine and wished to reside here forever, you were destined to become the shrine maiden - the girl that keeps the peace between all beings, human, youkai, or otherwise, in the land of gensokyo.”

“But I’m not a girl *or* the shrine maiden!”

“Says the one who was just pleasuring herself without a care in the world just a few moments ago.”

Ethan blushed, twirling a lock of his hair with his finger. “L-look, can you just get me out of here? Send me back to the outside world with my old body?”

“Oh, but that’s not how this works, I’m afraid. Although I could teleport you back to your world…no, that would be too boring. And I can’t turn you back into your former self - you wished for this to happen, deep down, after all.”

Speaking of which, your old stuffy clothes don’t fit you anymore, so I ll be taking those.”

She took Ethan’s suit and tie out of her hands and took them with her into her portal, as if they never even existed.

“H-hey! Those are my clothes!” Ethan stammered as he covered up his chest and crotch with his hands.

“I have some clothes that suit you far better. Try them on, I’m sure you’ll like them.” She said smugly.

The strange woman disappeared as she opened a new portal, and Ethan’s apparent new clothes appeared.

“This lady, I swear-“, he muttered under his breath.

Having nothing else on hand to wear, he begrudgingly put them on, which included: a sarashi that covered up his breasts, a red skirt, a red bow, and a sleeveless red top that showed off his midriff and armpits.

After putting everything on, he looked down at the clothes that hugged his body.

His heart skipped a beat, his face turning red.

“O-oh wow…you know, I…I don’t look so bad, I guess.” He said as he tugged at the edges of his skirt, and got a closer look as to how his new clothes fit with his new assets. “As a matter of fact, I do look kinda…cute.”

“See?” The strange lady said as she reappeared behind her again. “Isn’t this so much better than before?”

Ethan nodded, still in awe of the fact that he even took a liking to this new form.

“Now…do you still want to go back to your old, miserable life, in desperate search of fulfillment? Or, would you like to stay here and complete your true task - the task of the shrine maiden, as Reimu Hakurei?”

“I…I…”

“You will make so many friends and so many wonderful memories here, resolving incidents of all kinds - and living in color rather than living in eternal gray. And, of course, you will be paid with donations at the shrine - you will no longer have to worry about running out of those silly human currencies ever again. And when you’re not solving incidents, you would be able to drink tea and relax as much as you please. Now - how does that sound?”

Ethan thought for a moment - he don’t have have in the way of friends, his career wasn’t going anywhere, and he would rather be homeless than return to his parent’s place again. He wanted to start all over again, and in this weird place, he could do just that, as Reimu Hakerei. Not only that, he was really starting to come around to living his life as a girl, especially since the transformation let him - now her - see a side of herself she never gave much thought about before.

“Wait, then…if I’m going to stay here, what am I going to say when I introduce myself - I don’t want people to know who I am - er, used to be.

“We’ll just say that you’re were an orphan, for now, unless you so choose to talk about your past.”

“Hm…I guess we can work out those details later, huh?” Ethan said.

The lady chuckled. “I suppose”, she said as she opened her portal. “There seems to be an incident currently taking place at a certain Scarlet Devil Mansion. To find it, follow the red mist.” Before she left, she stopped and added, “Oh, and before I forget, my name is Yukari Yakumo.” She then disappeared without a trace.

A bewildered Reimu was about to pester this “Yukari” lady some more, until she looked up at the sky. Dark red mist was slowly enveloping the blue sky that she adored, coming form some place she couldn’t see.

“Goddammit! No service, still!”

Stacey was holding up her phone into the air, desperately trying to get some sort of connection to the outside world.

Stuck in the middle of the A Thousand Eyes Forest, with no connection to the internet, no way to call anyone, and no way home, this would be a nightmare for the average person. But this was pure hell for Stacey, a popular social media star, who was used to her millions of adoring fans - and haters - watching her every move, either judging and mocking her, or cheering her on and defend her her at every turn. That was company.

Not that she cared about any of them that much, anyway. Blind hate or love was all the same, as long as she kept up her good-girl schtick online and kept growing her audience, it didn’t matter what people online thought. Even her shallow fellow-influencer “friends” only tolerated her so that they could get numbers off of her and vice-versa. Purely transactional. She didn’t need true friends or companions, all she needed were the increasing views and followers, which made her more money, which made her Mom and Manager happy, and that’s all that mattered.

Well, until recently. Stacey wanted to stop being online all of the time for the sake of her mom’s praise, and wanted to go out and find herself. Get a hobby that she liked, go on dates with cute boys - stuff any nineteen-year-old would do.

Let’s just say… her mom wasn’t too happy with her daughter’s newfound sense of self, with her kicking her out of the house indefinitely. So, Stacey would, after joining her “friends” on this camping trip, she would leave her campsite and never come back.

In any case, she didn’t even have them to comfort her. And making matters worse, her phone died, due to the lack of battery.

In the middle of the night.

“Ugh, well isn’t this just terrific!” she yelled as she kicked a rock, which bumped off of a large, nearby tree, scattering a few animals - birds, rabbits, raccoons, and squirrels. Unknown to her, however, her careless actions made this old tree spirit unhappy with her.

“I’m stuck here alone with little food and water, in the middle of some…disgusting forest, walking in circles in the dark. And I can’t see shit! Who even names a forest A Thousand Eyes, anyway?? So creepy…” she said as she ate the last of her chocolate bar, which she then tossed onto the lush, green grass. “And my boots are all dirty, too!” she pouted, gesturing to her $5,000 pink glittery boots, covered in thick, brown mud.

“Know those bitches are gonna have a blast with me out of the picture. They’re probably already making their sad little videos about ‘HoW muCH tHeY mIsS StAcEy’, then a week later they’ll post some expose about me or whatever.” She laughed.

She sat down at the bottom of a large, ancient tree, and sighed. It was starting to rain, and she started to cry with the sky above.

“I guess this is what I get for not getting you enough views, huh, mom? You got what you wanted. Now, you don’t even have to face me! God, you’re so…arghh!! I HATE you!!” She yelled, breaking down in tears.

“I wish I could have seen you for who you were before! But it’s too late for that now. Maybe this is just what I deserve. Not like I’m a saint, or whatever.”

She closed her eyes and decided to at least get herself some shut eye.

Stacey awoke to a voice, one that was deep and ancient sounding.

“Stacey Steinberg. You and your companions have desecrated our home, the Forest of A Thousand Eyes.”

It was morning now, and the rain had long since subsided. “Is the tree… talking to me? Through my head? God, I must be going crazy…”

She knew what this tree was talking about, though. Her and her friends did make a mess at their campsite, leaving all sorts of junk - wrappers, water bottles, and even food.

“So that’s why it’s called the Forest of A Thousand Eyes.” Stacey thought, feeling both embarrassed and fearful of this forest that watched her every move.

She turned to face the tree, and crossed her arms over her chest. “Y-you know, being stuck in the middle of this stupid forest is punishment enough, so if you think-“

“We were thinking of a punishment, yes. But sensing your pain, your frustration, and your anger against your fellow humans who have wronged you - and us - we thought it would be best if you could join us in our great battle against your kind.”

She sighed. “I have literally nothing else better to do so, what do you want me to do, hive-mind?”

“Let yourself be renewed by the vines, and let us mold you into the Protector of the Forest of A Thousand Eyes.”

“Protector?? Of this forest? I hate this forest, but…not gonna lie, I like the title though. Protector. You know…I don’t dislike the sound of that”, she said with smirk.

“So be it.”

The clouds parted, and light beamed down onto the spot Stacey was sitting. The green tree she was sitting on glowed green, its layers in its bark shining brightly. Stacey took a step back, closed her eyes, and turned her head away from the tree, shielding them from the light by holding her hands out.

“Our vines will mold your body to your liking. You will have all the powers of the forest, and will protect all life within it, with your life. Now, remove your clothing and lay on the Home Tree. You will be gagged with the vines as well. This is done so that you can be as connected to nature as possible. But, you will be able to communicate with your voice and your thoughts if you want us to terminate the modifications at any time.”

“…you guys are bunch of perverts.” She said with a disgusting look on her face, opening her eyes as the light dimmed. “But hey, I’ve got nothing more to lose. And…hm, it would be nice to exist in a different body.”

She did as they said. First, she took off her pink and purple backpack. She then took off her clothes - a pink leather jacket, her pink boots, white sweater crop top, her light blue skirt.

Then, she took off her pink panties and bra, and her white socks, and laid on the tree trunk.

Then, the tree glowed again.

“Ugh…I feel so warm-agh!”

She saw as she was being covered in vines, as they one by one started to wrap around her hands, arms, legs, neck, and torso. The vines restrained her arms and legs, pinning her to the tree.

“Eww!” Stacey said, disgusted as more of the vines wrapped around her body. The vines covered up her eyes and shoved themselves into her mouth, gagging her, and squeezed and wriggled around her head and throat, making her face change somewhat, although she didn’t know in what way, but it felt…good, nonetheless. Her straight, neck-length blonde hair felt longer and free.

Meanwhile, she heard her voice deepen, sounding more boyish.

“Mmm..ohh..” she said with her new voice as her muscles began to relax.

“Oh! hah….” The vines squeezed around her chest, pushing down on her breasts, as if they were massaging them. Her shoulder and arms felt like they were pushing out of her body, as if like bubbles of stress were popping out of them.

She felt the vines tighten around her waist and hips, massaging them as well.

“Are you enjoying the changes so far?” Home Tree asked.

”I can’t believe I’m saying this, but…yeah, the feels so good!” She thought, while also nodding in between her muffled moans.

“We have one more change we need to address - would like us to give you a beautiful gift?”

”Mm-hmgh!” Stacey agreed.

With that, she felt the vines quickly spread her legs, as something warm and slimy ran down her thighs from her crotch. Something started to tickle her clit, making Stacey’s body tremble and moan with great pleasure.

After thirty seconds, the teasing stopped.

”H-hey, what’s the hold up—AH!”

After the teasing, it felt like two large vines were inserting themselves into her pussy and her anus, each one taking turns fucking her.

”Oh, fuck yes!” Casey thought, her moans getting loader and loader, the penetrations becoming faster and faster, harder and harder until she finally felt herself squirt.

”Wow…I’d never thought my first time would be with a tree, but…fuck! I don’t care anymore! This feels great!”

Then, she felt the vines, tugging, pulling…something in her vagina.

”Oh god, what’s happening nOwW?!?”

As the vines kept pulling whatever was inside of her out of her, she felt it growing, expanding…twitching. She also felt two other, smaller things being pulled after it, growing size as well.

The vines then wrapped around those unidentified things, then pulled them even harder.

”Gagh!! Ooh!!” Casey groaned. ”What is that thing??”

As the vines kept pulling, the faster those things grew. Faster and faster, bigger and bigger did they grow, until they were…pulled outside of her?

The vines tugged on them three more times, with more and more of them wrapping around it, until they seemed to reach a large enough size.

The largest of them, already feeling like it was about to burst.

Long and hard, twitching and throbbing, Casey didn’t care what it was, as the sensations coming from it were too much for her to bare!

”Oh god! Whatever that thing is, it feels like it gonna explode! Please, do something!” she begged.

The vines answered by rubbing it, the feelings almost pulsating from her crotch, Casey’s body shook as she moaned loudly, her head throwing itself back, reacting to the new feelings down there, as the vines also started to penetrate her ass again.

”It-it feels like lightning…exploding all over my body!”

As the vines kept rubbing it faster and faster, penetrating harder and harder, she could feel the sensations increase, higher and higher, faster and faster, until suddenly-

”Aahmngh!!” she moaned, feeling whatever that was welling up inside of her finally released themselves, as warm, thick liquid shot out of her and onto the vines, and dripped down onto her.

She hadn’t even begun collecting herself, when she felt the vines moving across her body, shuffling and flexing, wrapping tightly around her torso, and getting looser at her thighs and legs. Some of them didn’t even feel like vines anymore, most of them felt like…leaves? And a few twigs?

Afterwards, she felt the leaves release from her body, as they returned to the tree.

“Ack! Hack!” She gasped as she felt the vines leaving her mouth. She pushed her long, brown hair out of her eyes as the vines over her eyes lifted. “Hah, hah...wait cough, cough, is my hair…long again? And why is it- my voice? It sounds so weird now! What the fuck happened to me—oh, my god!!”

She looked down, as her eyes revealed to her her new body: She was wearing nothing but a almost skintight, shoulder-less, and sleeveless green dress, which was made up mostly of leaves and a few brown twigs, the lower parts being shades of a darker green, the edges of which shaped into cute triangles. A few pink and white flowers sprouted on the dress, too. Save for her nipples poking out of dress, her boobs were gone, her shoulders were slightly wider, her arms a little longer, and her hands were bigger. Complete with soft, pale skin, it replaced her fake tanned skin. Her curves smoothed out, and her butt was slightly bigger. And there was something, something hard and leaky poking out under her tight, green dress, between her soft, thick thighs-

“I’m…I’m a boy?? You…you turned me into a…a femboy??"

“This isn’t our doing. While we might have assisted in giving you this body, this is the body you wanted, is it not?”

“A-a mirror! Where the fuck did I put my mirror?!” She looked around for her backpack, but it was gone.

“You wanted to leave your old, filthy life behind, so we removed all of your material possessions that reminded you of it. But, if you want a ‘mirror’, we suppose we do have those here. Go to the nearest lake and see, yourself.”

After she ran to the lake, she bent over to see how much she had changed.

“My…my face…” she said as she touched her more androgynous face, its edges more defined.

She looked at the rest of her newly minted body, and blushed.

It had tiny freckles that danced across her nose and under her eyes. She saw how her nail polish now alternated between green and brown on each nail. She touched her hair, which was finally in its natural color again, brown, something that her mother never liked.

But he did.

Tears started welling up in his eyes.

“H-holy shit…I’ve never really considered being a boy, or any of this ever happening, but now I…think I can totally get used to this.” He smiled, wiping a tear from his face. “God this is…so weird, so confusing, but I also feel…amazing. Thank you, so much!”

“It pleases us that you enjoyed the changes. Now, the real work must be done.”

The animals - deer, birds, rabbits, raccoons, squirrels, butterflies, ants - all moved in around him. He stood back, scared that they might attack him.

“What, what’s happening now??”

“There is no need to fear. These are your fellow members in the animal kingdom. They are the ones you are going to protect.”

He looked at them, now seeing the little details he had never seen before. The way the ants moved together, they way the birds protected their nests, and the way the caterpillar hatched from its cocoon, turning into a butterfly.

That butterfly landed on his hand, softening his tense stance as he recognized himself in its transformation.

“Wow…you are all actually beautiful, in your own…weird way. Like, I-I’m still not completely sold on the dirt and the elements, but…maybe I was a little too quick to judge you guys.” He said, almost about to tear up again.

“Alright, babe, I’m going to the store. I’m gonna get your NightQuil and DayQuil, and all of the ingredients for your soup - are you sure you don’t need anything else?” Steph asked her girlfriend, Dawn, as she put her things into her purse.

“No, babe, cough, cough. I’m fine, seriously!” She said weakly.

Steph frowns worriedly at Dawn. “This is the fifth time you’ve been sick this month! I think you really need to see a doctor.”

“M-maybe I’ll look into it.” She said with a sad smile.

”Lying straight through her teeth”, Steph thought, frustrated.

“Dawn, don’t make that face again! I know when you really mean something. At least get a check up or something. God, why are you so hesitant about this?”

Dawn looked down at herself, tugging at the covers.

She coughed some more, so much so that she looked like she was about to cough up her lungs.

“Ah, jeez, I’m sorry I yelled…I…I’ll be right back. I need some time to think.”

Dawn nodded, holding her head, signifying her pounding head.

Steph left their shared bedroom and walked hurriedly down the hallway, and into the front door. She used her keys to unlock the car doors, started the car - a 2010 black Kia, and drove her way there.

On her way, she started talking to herself.

“Ugh! I feel so bad for yelling at her! I just don’t know why she’s so scared of going to the doctor. I mean, she’s cool, as far as I know. Maybe there’s something I’m…missing here? But why would I be missing such a big part of her, even though I’m her girlfriend?? We’ve known each other for five years, and have been dating since last year! Why won’t she just tell me?? That would things so much easier!”

She lets a sigh as she pulls into parking lot of the supermarket, Jargon. “I just want her to trust me! Is that so hard to ask?? God, I must be the world’s worst girlfriend ever!!”

She took a few deep breaths. Then before she went in, Steph made sure she had everything - her keys, her purse, her-

Wallet.

She forgot her wallet.

“God fucking dammit!” She yelled, pounding the steering wheel of her car. “How could this day get any worse??”

She quickly drove back to her house, which, luckily for her, was only a five minute trip.

She got out of her car, and practically ran inside her house, locking the door behind her.

She ran down the hallway, until she got to the last door on the right, their bedroom.

“Hey, Dawn, I left my purse, is it okay if I-“ Before she opened the door, however, a sound, no, a series of sounds, stopped her in her tracks. She heard…moaning? From a voice that sounded like her girlfriends’, but not quite.

“What the hell?” She whispered, putting her right ear to the door.

“Ohh, ahh, yes” this voice sounded like they were enjoying themselves quite a lot. It sounded like Dawn’s voice, but unmistakably deeper. But, there were other sounds too, other than the heavy breathing - the pulsing, cracking, ripping and tearing of flesh.

Dawn puts her hand on her knife, just in case this was…something else. She gently opened the door, and peeked inside, her heart thumping in her ears, hands shaking, her palms coated in cold sweat.

Her eyes widened.

Dawn was on the bed, the covers removed from her body, the white floral dress she was wearing was on the floor, along with her yellow bra and panties. Dawn herself was sweating, her eyes were lit up and so full of life, something that Steph had not seen in at least a few months. Looking down at the rest of her body, it was shifting, growing in someways, shrinking others, but nonetheless, changing, bit by bit. Her head looked more androgynous than the feminine face she knew. Her boobs - which were pretty small to begin with - were now nothing more than little pudges of fat, Steph barely recognizing them as her girlfriend’s boobs. Her curves had pushed out a bit, and her hands were rubbing something on her crotch, something that looked like the clit that Steph knew pretty well, but, with every passing second, the more it grew and the more it twitched, the more and more it began to look like a…a…

“Penis! You’re growing a penis!! Steph said in shock, as she opened the door.

Dawn immediately looked to her right of her, as her girlfriend looked on horror and concern as to what she was doing to her body. She immediately put her covers back over her body, which stopped changing immediately.

“O-oh god! Steph?? You’re already- fuck!!”

She turned away from her girlfriend. “Oh god, I must so hideous to you right now! I’m an ugly, disgusting, perverted, lying, horrible person and I should-“

“Dawn! Dawn…”

Steph’s first instinct was to ask her why she felt that she need to keep this all to herself. But she couldn’t do that. She knew what it was like to keep secrets from her loved ones, then have it blow up in her face when they found out the truth. They would make it all about themselves, and say how much it would hurt them, while completely ignoring, well, her.

The last thing she wanted to do was have her repeat the same mistake with her girlfriend.

Steph dropped everything and ran over to her girlfriend, sitting down next to her. She reached out to touch Dawn’s shoulder, but she flinched and turns away from Steph.

“Dawn, you’re not hideous. Or terrible. Or any of those things. You have a big heart, a dedication to helping people - even those who don’t really deserve it - your laugh is contagious, and your smile lights up the universe…”

She saw Dawn’s shoulders loosen a bit, as she turned her head towards her slightly, tears steaming down her face.

“…you are a beautiful person. And I wouldn’t want you to be any other way.”

Dawn jumped into her girlfriend’s arms and sobbed.

“Oh, Dawn.” Steph put her arms around her girlfriend. She brushed Dawn’s long, dirty blonde hair with her hand. She wasn’t going to let go.

After a few minutes of letting her true emotions out, Dawn wiped her tears away and looked at Steph.

“So, uh…heh…you’re probably wondering what in the world you just saw.”

“It’s been in my mind, yeah.” Steph said half jokingly.

Dawn’s hands fidgeted. “I’m gender-fluid. It basically means my sense of gender switches to at least one other gender over a period of time. Only in my specific case, for some reason, my body…it changes physically when my sense of gender shifts. Sometimes, I’m a girl, and I have the body of a girl. And sometimes, I’m a boy, and so my body changed in accordance to that.”

“I’ve…never seen you change, until now, I mean. How long have you kept this a secret?”

“Three years. Three years I’ve had to hide myself from everyone I know, including you, and I’m so, so sorry about that.”

“You don’t have to apologize for anything! I should be apologizing for not making you feel like you could talk to me.”

Suddenly, Steph realized something. “Wait, three years - that’s when your illness started to flare up. Does this have to do with your gender changing?”

“Yeah, if my body doesn’t change within a twenty-four hours after lmy gender shifts, then I start to emotionally, mentally, and physically feel sick. So, I’ve been changing whenever I got the chance - either when you were going out, or when I left to ‘hang out with a friend’, that was me changing at a bathroom somewhere.”

She turned to Steph. “I guess, the reason why I was so hesitant to tell you was because my last partner - you remember her, Jessie? The second I showed her this part of myself, she left because she wasn’t into men, in any capacity.”

“Aw, Dawn…”

“And she was - she wasn’t wrong in that sense - not liking me in that way anymore, I mean - but after that, she just left me, and I never heard from her again. And that’s why I didn’t want to to tell you, because I thought I’d lose you, too.” She said, tears in her eyes.

“Aw, my apple. Come here.” The two hugged again. “I’m not going anywhere, okay? I’m not into men either, but I’m never going to leave you. But I’m going to stay right here, right by your side, no matter what. Because I love you.”

Dawn nodded, as the two of them laid in bed, snuggled up against each other. They stayed like that for almost five minutes until Steph broke the silence.

“Say…are you using a new name or pronouns?”

“Hm…I like my name, Dawn. But, I want you to use they/them pronouns for me from now on.”

“Of course, I can absolutely do that.”

Dawn smiled warmly at Steph, their blue eyes lighting up again. Steph could not help but blush.

“S-say…um…” she stuttered as she put a lock of black hair behind her ear. “Maybe…I could try kissing you?”

“Wait…I thought you said you didn’t like men!?”

“Well, let’s see if that holds true or not.”

Steph leans in close to Dawn’s face, both of their faces full of blush. Steph hesitates for a second, then goes for the kiss.

Their lips parted.

“Wow…” she said, breathing heavily.

They stared at each other again, first at their eyes, then at their lips, then back to the eyes again. Then, kissed each other again, but this time with more passion.

At this point, Steph started taking off her clothes - a black leather jacket, her ripped jeans, her white t-shirt, and tan underwear, as she fully made out with Dawn, now moaning.

“Say…” Steph said in between deep breaths “…do you want me to huff, huff help you change your body? Like, I saw you earlier using your hands to change your body earlier so I thought-“

“Yes! Please, Steph! Help me make my body change!” Dawn yelled passionately. Steph had not seen them this passionate about anything, especially sex, in the year since they got together. Seeing then so excited made something light up in Steph’s crotch, starting a fire that couldn’t she couldn’t extinguish. Dawn noticed this, blushing at how turned on Steph was becoming. “St-start by kissing my face more.”

Dawn didn’t even hesitate. She heard Dawn’s voice - already slightly lower than she was used to - getting slightly deeper. She could feel their bones and muscles morph and shift. After kissing them, she pulled herself back, to which her let out a slight gasp. Dawns face now had slightly defined edges at their corners, making their face even more androgynous.

“Oh, wow…”

“W-what? You don’t like it?”

“N-no, just taken aback at how good you look, no matter the gender.” She said as she moved Dawn’s hair out of their face. “You look beautiful - or, uh…handsome?”

Dawn laughed. “Either one is fine, but I’d prefer handsome right now.”

“Well, we’re going to make the rest of body handsome as well, starting with your chest!”

Steph pushed her hands on their chest, running them in circular motion until they shrunk back into Dawn’s body. This action also made their shoulder slightly wider, arms slightly longer and their hands a little bigger.

“Ahh! Fuck, yes! Keep going!”

Steph kissed their neck and continued down to their now completely flat chest, and then their stomach. She continued to rotate between kissing and biting their chest and neck, and kissing their stomach and mouth. She pushed out the curves on their waist, which shrunk their hip size.

She moved further south to their crotch, where she continued to tease and kiss around the area. She also massaged their thighs, making them thicker.

“Mmn, ohh, yes…” Dawn was getting close, and Steph was starting to get wet due to all of the low, breathy moans that were coming from Dawns’ mouth.

“Hah, hah…Good so far?”

“Oh, god, Steph! Thid is better than good - this feels wonderful!”

The way Dawn was moaning, the way Steph was her top - reminded Steph of when they did stuff like this all of the time, but she knew that even none of those honeymoon-phase moments could compare to how they were doing, how they were feeling right now, all because Dawn was showing all of themself.

Steph noticed Dawn’s burgeoning cock was growing, but not as mealy as fast as either of them would have liked. “Dawn, I’m going to pull out your dick! Is that okay?”

“Yess!! Do it! Please, Steph!!” Dawn begged.

Steph liked the sound of that.

As she pulled out their dick, Dawn let out a series of loud, lurid moans, making their lower back arch up and throwing their head back.

Eventually, with one last tug, Dawns new balls and cock were ready: hard, throbbing, twitching, and full of cum. In other words, it was ready to be absolutely demolished by Steph’s greedy, hungry, lustful appetite.

However, Steph didn’t know exactly what to do. She only knew how to handle vaginas, she never really thought she’d handle a dick.

Dawn noticed her apprehension. “Hah, hah. I-if it’s okay with you, then…just start by slowly rubbing it with your hands, then go faster."

“If you say so, my prince.” Her hands trembling, she started slow, rubbing their cock slowly.

“Mmn, yes, that’s good! Now, go f-faster!”

Steph obeyed. The difference of reaction to Dawn’s body to just the speed of her handjob was truly a sight to behold; their body jolting at the sensations from Steph’s hard work. She also enjoyed the sound of their voice - their deep, breathless moans acknowledging how good she was at pleasuring Dawn, even in this new situation.

“Ok, ok! Now, put your mouth on it!” Steph stopped, and looked at Dawn. “I-I mean, it that’s too much for we can just-“

“Dawn, you know I don’t back down from a challenge.” Steph said smugly.

She opened her mouth, and slowly wrapped their dick around her mouth.

“Okay, just make sure to go sloOW-“

Steph made sure she put Dawn’s cock to good use, as she used all the time she needed to go all the way down to the base of their warm, erect penis. She could feel the blood rushing to Dawns cock. She kept going until she started feeling warm, salty liquid in her mouth.

“Oh gaawwd! I-I’m getting close! Huff, huff Steph, I’ll put a condom on, then you can start bouncing on top of it.”

Steph took out her mouth and readied her self for Dawn to be inside of her. After putting the condom on, they waited eagerly for their cock to be squeezed by Steph’s tight, wet pussy.

Steph, for one last time, hesitated. First the handjobs, then the blowjobs, as now it time for full on penetration. But, what about her being a lesbian? What about her identity? Did this mean she wasn’t a lesbian anymore?

But at this point, she didn’t care. She didn’t care about labels, she didn’t care about boobs or no boobs, dick or vagina. She didn’t care about the gender of the person she was fucking, whether it be a girl, boy, or something else entirely. All she wanted is to make Dawn feel loved and pleasured, because that’s who she cared about most.

She loved Dawn.

She couldn’t resist her feelings, her body, which was yearning to be filled with Dawn’s member. Not anymore.

Steph moved up and over Dawn’s body until they were face to face.

“Is, hah, huff is this is where it’s supposed to go??” She asked.

Dawn nodded. Steph lowered herself onto the hard, throbbing dick.

“Ah! Oh!” Steph moaned, feeling sparks in between her legs. “This feels…ah, amazing!!”

“I-I know, right?? It-oh, you feel, so good!”

The two of them kept going at it, harder and harder, faster and rougher, until they just couldn’t take it anymore!

Steph felt like she was going insane. “Ah! Ahh! Yes, yes!! Oh god, you’re about to make me cum!”

“Oh fuuuck! You’re about to make me cum, too!!” Moaned Dawn, also feeling like they were losing their mind. It was a new experience for them as well, as for the first time, they weren’t just fapping alone anymore. Now, they had help, as they fucked Dawn with their dick.

The two climaxed, finally letting out their love for each other, as Dawn came in their condom, and Steph squirted.

“Ngghh! Ahhh! Steeph!!”

“Daaawn! Daaaawn!!"

After that explosive tango, the two cuddled again, collecting their sweaty, horny selves from their previous orgasm.

“Hah, huff, Wow! I… I believe we just did that!” Steph said in between heavy breaths. That was incredible!”

“Hah, hah, Yeah, I think we did a great job, especially since this my first time doing this as a boy.”

“Ngh, mm~ A-and the craziest thing is, none of this would’ve happened if I didn’t leave my wallet here.”

“Heh, good thing you did, or we wouldn’t have done this”, they gestured at the mess they both made - the cum stains, sweat, and spit from their fun etched into the bedsheets.

“Smells like human.” She joked.

“Shut upp!!”

“Hahaha! …but I wouldn’t have gotten to know you - the real you - sooner. That’s what’s important.”

Dawn’s eyes softened.

Steph thought for a moment.

“Y’know, I think I’m still a lesbian-“

“Wait, what??”

“Buuut, I’ll make an exception for you…whether or not you’re my girlfriend….”

She turned to them, smiling. “Or my boyfriend.”

“Oh…oh my god, Steph! You don’t know how much this means to me!” They said, as tears started welling up in their eyes.

“Come here, you sexy twink, the apple of my eye!”

She kissed them on the lips, and they made out all through the night.

“I love you. All of you.” Said Steph, caressing their face, with so much love and warmth emanating from her face.

“And love you. You are the star of my life.” Dawn said, with fireworks in their eyes.

Leah pushed herself out of the water. It was a hot summer day, and the pool was about to close. She sighed. She had been practicing all of her life - twenty years - and she had felt like she was pretty good at it, but she felt like she was stagnating.

She wanted to be on her University’s swimming team, find other people that shared her love of the water. And yet, even when she joined swim teams in the past, she felt like she just didn’t fit in, like she was out of her element. It just didn’t make sense to her, and it made her so distracted with herself. What was wrong with her? She used to love swimming when she was younger.

What changed? What was she missing?

“Argh! This is stupid. I’m never going to be on the team at this rate. I’ll probably just settle for Law school or some bullshit.” Leah said as she stormed into the locker room, and threw her goggles onto the floor.

She went and opened her locker, and was about to go change out of her blue one peice swimsuit, until she found a found a black envelope in her locker, sealed with some some of black and purple logo she had never heard of before

She opened the envelope:

—

“Feeling left behind? Left out? Well, don’t we have a solution for you!

Picture yourself - no, not THAT you - the person that’s been hiding in your subconscious.

Yeah, that one. For twenty-four hours, let your old expectations, your old, false ideal of yourself fall away, and your true self be free.

All you have to do is have The Unseen near you and close your eyes, and imagine yourself. Free yourself of the expectations that society has placed on you, and the expectations that you have placed upon yourself. And then, your spirit and body will finally be whole.”

—

Leah scoffed. This had to be some silly prank, “probably those weird New Age hippies”, she thought.

As she closed the envelope, eager to throw it away, something fell out of it. It was a black - diamond? Pebble? It was mostly smooth, with some rough edges here and there. As she picked it up, she could feel something…beating in there. She couldn’t quite make it out, but it sounded like…a heart?

“Is this The Unseen?” She asked, now intrigued. And was there something truly…alive in there?

She had to find out.

She looked over the letter again.

“Hmm…what would happened if I actually try this ritual thing out?” She pondered. “Not that anything weird would happen, right?”

She closed The Unseen firmly within her right hand. “Well, what was do I have to lose? I’m already desperate enough as is.”

She closed her eyes. She searched, searched and searched deep within her mind, for her “true self.”

She looked everywhere - her memories, her fears, her hopes and dreams, but no matter where she looked, she couldn’t find-

Him.

She found him.

She gasped. “That’s…that’s me! At least, that feels more like me. I…I don’t mind being a woman but, it were up to me, I’d want to be a slim but muscular guy.” She whispered.

And that’s all it needed.

The Unseen begun to feel warm. Then, it became hot to the touch, like a door that had seen the sun for too long.

“Ah!” Leah screamed as her body immediately became hot as well, and very, very horny. The Unseen fell and crashed into the floor, and evaporated into nothingness, along with the card.

First thing to change was her chest. Her size A cup boobs were now shrinking into nothing, slowly pulling and deflating themselves until her chest became completely flat.

“Hah hah Holy shit!” Leah said, panting. “My breasts…are totally gone!” She placed her hands on her now-flat chest, shocked - yet, surprisingly to her, relieved - at her new features. “W-well, I won’t have to worry about bras anymore, that’s for sure-ahh!!”

Her quip was cut short by another new change, this time taking place at her hips, thighs, and waist. “Agh…hah” Leah grunted as her waist evened out, pushing out so that they would be even with her shoulders, and her butt shrank in tandem. “N-not that there was much of that, anyway, hahaha…wait, my voice!”

Leah’s tall height did go up by a few inches, to 6’4, which didn’t really occur to her, as she was focused on the other, more significant changes happening to her. Another thing she didn’t notice was that her blue bathing suit was now much tighter around her body, even ripping in some areas. One thing she did notice, however, was that her voice had gotten significantly deeper by now. She brought her hands to her now thicker neck, feeling her newly minted Adam’s apple that had started to form. “Ahh, mmn..” she liked the sound of her new, deep voice. She then brought them to her face, one that had become more angular and more defined at the edges. She rubbed her hands through once her neck-length brunette hair had that also long since receded, now a short haircut. Speaking of hands, she removed them from her throat and noticed that they were slightly bigger and more rough, too. It was at that point she realized she was becoming-

“-a man?! I’m becoming a man! The guy I saw in my mind, I’m becoming him! Oh, this is incredible!!”

And with that, her body started to shake. She bent over, wrapping around her arms around her chest.

“Agh!! Godd!! It hurts but it also feels- nngh so good!” It was like they were on fire! Not in a painful way necessarily, but it was very, very intense. It was like at any moment that something was about to come out of her chest-

“AHH!!” Leah shouted. “Yes! My chest it’s…growing!!” But it wasn’t boobs that were growing. In fact, they were being replaced with a large, broadening chest and tight pecs. Her shoulders expanded to help accompany the expanding chest, and her arms and hands grew in size and muscle, as well did her legs and feet.

“Ahh, mmmph, oh f-fuck yes this..this feels amazing!!” She grunted and moaned as her abs pushed out. “I-I need more!”

Muscle practically exploded all over her body, twitching and morphing and expanding. Her bathing suit, now no longer compatible with her growing body, completely ripped apart as her changing body grew one last time.

“Agh!! Hah…hah…oh my god…” Leah said, exasperated, sweat dripping all over her body. She rubbed her nicely defined chest and abs, and flexed her arms, showing off her newfound strength.

“Wow…this is…amazing…” Leah said through labored breaths. “I want…no- I NEED more!”

Suddenly, she felt something pushing out of her crotch, something hard and impossible to ignore.

“Hnngh!! Huff, huff Ohhh my god, I’m growing a cock!! Agh, yes!”

She moaned in complete pleasure, enjoying the feeling of her cock coming out of her vagina, stretching and growing along side her dropping testicles, once her ovaries. Not only were they growing on their own, but she was hastening the process by using her own strength by pushing them out as well.

“Yes, yes!!” she grunted, as her cock and balls reached there final size. “Please, agh I need to get it out!! I need it, I- AH!!”

With one last push, her new genitalia was fully formed. Her wet vagina was now a throbbing, erect penis, clocking in at a full eight inches, and full so of cum that it was already leaking precum.

Practically drooling at the intense sensations and pleasure emanating from her crotch, her hands almost moved on its own, as she more than ever before, she needed relief. “Mmm…oh! Yes…” As she pleasured herself, more and more precum dripped onto her dick and the floor, but at this point, she didn’t care.

“Nngh, hah, oh god, I’m g-getting close—oh? Oh!! Oh yes!! YES!! AHH! AHh…hah..”

“Hah…hah…mmn…ah…hah.” Leah smiled as she - now, as he realized, he - practically fell to the floor, sitting next to his locker where all of his stuff still looked like they owned by a woman, and not the athletic man laying right next to it, recovering from his best organism yet.

A great sense of calm of relief washed over him. “Is this is what post-nut clarity feels like?” He asked himself. “That…felt…out of this world!”

“It sure sounded like it.” Said a feminine voice coming from behind him.

“A-ah!” He quickly got up and turned around. Standing before him was a tall, African-American woman, wearing a red two piece bathing suit. She had her hands in her hips and was smiling smugly at him. She quickly remembered that she was still in the girls locker room.

“Ah-uh- i-it’s not what it looks like, I swear!!” He said as he covered his giant genitalia. “Please don’t the wrong idea! Oh god, you won’t believe what just-“

“Oh, I already believe it. Your Unseen seal has been broken, among other things…” she said, looking at the mess Leah made on the floor.

“It…it was YOU!! You…gave me this body. Oh, my god. I…don’t know how I can repay you…”

“Oh, hun. There’s no need to repay me. After all, fapping may be fun, but nothing beats the lustful passion of two souls giving into each other. Come, let me show you a place where I can better accompany you.”

Leah nodded along excitedly.

She opens an oval, black and purple portal. She turns around and takes his hand. “My name is Kiara, by the way.”

“It’s, uh…Leo.”

“The pleasure will always be mine.”

They arrive in a high-end bedroom, adorned with purple, blue and red LED lights, a large bathroom, closet, and a large red bed.

“Lay down on the bed.” Kiara commanded, with him practically running onto it if anything. The white, soft fabric of the bed sinking in around him wrapped him up, like a warm winter coat.

“Is it okay if I tie your hands together?”

Leo nods.

She tied his hands together above his head. She climbs on top of him, and pulls leans close to his face. “Are you ready?”

“Yes, absolutely!”

She started with kissing. Kissing on the lips, down his neck, his chest, his abs. She would kiss all across his body, getting just close enough to his crotch to get him that much more excited, teasing him for what was to come.

“Mmh…hah…ahh…ohh, god, yes…” Leo moaned.

“This new body, you love it, don’t you?”

“Yes!!” Leo exlcaimed.

She rubs her finger down his chest and to his abs, and back up to his chest again. “But, it doesn’t seem like you are used to the intense, raw feelings and sensations that your body has came with. Well, you’re in luck, because I can take care of that for you.”

She put her lips against his ear and whispered, “So let me show you how good it feels to be a boy.”

“Ahhn! Yes! Please!”

She smiled.

She kisses him on the lips more time, but this time with much more passion, and quicker. She kissed him on his neck, chest, and abs, then pausing to let Leo’s cock make itself known.

She starts to kiss the hard, long thing.

“OhH! You’re sending waves of…p-pleasure…all over my bodYY!!”

Leo’s deep, desperate moans were interrupted by Kiara’s kissing and licking of his dick.

She then asked, “are you ready for the next step?”

“Yes!!” Shouted Leo.

Kiara started rubbing her right hand in a circular motion on his cock, her soft, feminine fingers sending shivers down his spine.

“Oh! Ohh! Yes!! Hah oh fuck!”

She continued making Leo more and more aroused, by using different techniques. She started by giving a slow, gentle handjob, then moved on to sucking his dick slowly. But the end of that, Leo couldn’t even think straight.

“We still a little ways to go.”~ Leah teased. “Now, with all that out of the way, it’s time for you to give into your urges.”

“H-huh?”

She started with taking off her bikini bottom first, bending over to highlight her ass. After she started to take them off and toss them to the side, she turned around messaged her breasts, which were bountiful C cups, then started to remove her top. She leaned towards him and showed off her boobs. “Now…do you like what you see?”

“Ahh…yess!”

She’s smiled seductively, as she started to climb on top of his body.

Noticing his member leaking plenty of precum, she pushed her hand on her erect penis.

“Oh, not yet~”

“Ohh! Ohh…” Leo moaned absent-mindedly, his legs jolting with anticipation.

“Soo much pent up energy…don’t you just want to plunge your huge, leaky dick into my tight, wet pussy?” She said as she leaned closer towards Leo.

“Yess!!”

“Then you know what you need to do. Just let go, and give into your true desires!”

She removed her hand and let it reveal itself, no longer contained by Kiara’s pressure. The ties around Leo’s hands disappeared, and Leo immediately leaped up and kissed Kiara, with the two of them wrapping around their arms around each other, rolling around on the bed, kissing passionately.

Leo was now on top of Kiara.

“Leo! huff, huff do your worst!”

Leo at this point just need to get everything out - his love for his new body, his disdain of the old one and his old life, his arousal, his cum, his need to penetrate. He just needed it all to be let free, out of the prison he made for himself his whole life.

He needed to be free.

He kissed Kiara in the lips, then quickly moved down her body. Kissing, licking, biting. Biting her neck, her breasts, licking and kissing his stomach.

All was fair game to him.

“Hahh, hah, it this good so far?” He asked, gasping between breaths.

“Yes, ah yes!! Right there, right-aHh!” Kiara moaned as Leo continued to bite in all the right places on Kiara’s body.

He moved to her pussy, which was now wet. He kisses around the area of her pussy and her stomach, then moved to eating her out. “Oh! Leo!! W-Where did you learn these mo-OoHves~” Kiara moaned.

“Huff, ah, I have my ways. Now…are you huff, huff, ready to see what I can do?”

“Hah, mmgh, hah let’s see how much mess you make this time.”

Finally, he put his dick inside of Kiara.

“Ohh, fuuuuck,” Leo moaned, almost taken aback on how tight Kiara felt. Kiara grinned.

“See, I told you Im not easYYy-ohh”

“Would…ahh…would you like me to go faster?”

“Yes! Go faster!”

Leo keeps fucking Kiara, harder and harder, faster and faster.

“Ahn! Ah, L-Leo!” Kiara practically yelled. You’re about to make me *cum!!”*

“Ahh oh, ohh god!” Leo huffed, beds of sweat dripping down his face. “Mmh I’m almost there too!! Agh!”

Until, they finally climaxed together.

“Oh godd, I’m about to cum, I’m a-about to- AH!!” Leo moaned as he came inside of his condom.

Kiara also came, squirted out of her pussy. “Hah, ohh, AGH aHh YES!!”

Leo fell to her side, panting profusely. Both of them were completely exhausted from both the transformation and the explosive sex.

“That…hah, hah that was incredible!” Said Leo after a few minutes of collecting themselves. He turned to Kiara. “Is…is there way you could extend this thing past twenty-four hours?”

Kiara looked almost surprised. “I was beginning to think you’d never ask.”

————

A FEW MONTHS LATER:

Leo pushed himself out of the pool. He had just triumphantly won the preliminary heats and the semifinals, and was now looking forward to the finals.

“Hey, Leo! Good job out there, man!” His coach praised.

“Thank, Mr. Clark.” He said, panting between breaths. “It was a close one, but I got it!”

He was now well known and liked at his university, and he has made more friends with his swimming team. He was much more satisfied with himself and his life now.

“Dude, you completely saved us there! Can’t believe I lost to that damned douche from update” said his now close friend, Micheal.

“Hey, all you gotta do is keep practicing, and maybe don’t compare yourself to others as much. I know it’s easier said than done but…trust me, I’ve been there.” He said with a wink.

He went to his locker, now in the men’s. He opened it, putting his stuff away, ready to go home. He found one of his picture of his old self, wearing that one piece swimsuit. He smiled, knowing how much progress he had made with himself.

After making it back to his apartment, closing the door behind him, he heard a whooshing sound.

He knew exactly what that meant.

“Hey, hot stuff~” said his girlfriend, Kiara. “Another win, I’m guessing?”

“Yeah…” he turned around with a smile. “But it’s always a win to see you here.”

“Alright, cheesy-head.” Kiara rolled her eyes.

“Ah-ah-ah! You’re blushing!!”

“I am definitely *not!!”* Kiara laughed as she fell into her boyfriend, kissing him.

“Now, how about I take another swim in this nice piece of work?” She said, rubbing his chest.

I’ve been on so many dates with guys but I just can’t find the right one!” Karla exclaimed.

“Maybe let them know you’re a witch? That way, when you go down on them, you could-“

“Oh, shut up, Michelle! Ugh, why does your mind have to be so dirty?”

“Sorry, I was just trying to lighten up the mood.”

“No, you’re fine it’s just, sigh, so frustrating sometimes with the dating apps and the one night stands. I want to be with someone, not just have mediocre sex with men who can’t even find the clit.”

Karla put her hands on her face. “And it doesn’t help that being a witch on the side isn’t going anywhere - I’m trying to learn how to do transformations, and I’ve been getting better, but I feel so lame compared to the other witches! I’m taking such a long time to learn how to be a witch that the other new witches are probably looking down on me right now. I’m terrible at dating, I’m terrible at being a witch. Hell, even my grades at uni are in the dumps! God, I feel like the stupidest 21-year-old ever!”

“Hey! Don’t compare yourself to them, alright? Sure, you might take a little longer to fly on a broom, okay, fine. But what about the progress you’ve made so far? It was only a few months ago that you couldn’t even cast a spell. But now look at you! You’re doing whole transformations!”

Karla smiled at Michelle. “Yeah, you’re right it’s just…so easy for me to get into my head sometimes. But, thanks.”

The two best friends hugged. As they parted, Michelle looked at Karla. She’d known her since childhood, and had been there for her through everything - her crushes, her break-ups, her parents’ divorce, and graduations. Despite this, however, Karla always knew how to push forward and try again, something Michelle admired about her. Not to mention her work ethic, her compassion, and her loyalty towards her friends and family (or, what was left of it). Not to mention her smile, her beach blonde hair, her tanned skin, and her sense of fashion that would take Michelle’s breath away. She didn’t like her that way, of course. She just thought she was a really, really good friend…right?

Karla, on the other hand, thought highly of her best friend. She loved hanging out with her, her weird jokes (even though they were so stupid and juvenile), and that she always had her back no matter what.

Then, Michelle had an idea.

“Say, Karla. What if you could practice your transformation magic on by turning me into a guy?”

“Oh no, Michelle- are you high on something right now?”

“I’m being 100% serious! You’ll use your magic to turn me into a your type - a tall, muscular man, then you can show that off your witch friends and say ‘see, I *can* do transformations’”

“…you do know that witch meetings are for witches only, right?”

“Well, you know what I mean. I just want to prove to you that you *are* a good witch. You just need some extra practice. C’mon, just for one night?”

Karla thought pensively for a moment.

“Oh, *alright*. But this doesn’t mean anything, we’re still just friends, okay? And you’re gonna have to lose your clothes first, so they don’t rip.”

Michelle blushed. She agreed immediately, and Karla made Michelle’s clothes - a white tank top and ripped jeans - disappear, along with her bra and underwear with a hand wave. She covered up her chest and private parts.

Michelle then asked if Karla could tie her hands and legs up, and put a blindfold on.

“…okay, weirdo. Besides, why are you blushing so much? We’ve seen each other naked before. Now, get on the bed.”

After Michelle practically ran to the bed, Karla tied her hands above her head and her feet together with her purple magic, and gave her a blue sleeping blindfold.

Karla pointed at Michelle’s naked body, which immediately made a purple aura around Michelle’s body. “Agh! Shit! I-I feel hot-” Michelle’s shoulders started to grow in width, and her body started to grow taller by a few inches. As that happened, she felt her neck get a little thicker and her height increased by a few inches. Her boobs - once a C-cup, had now receded into B cups. Her bones and muscles tensed and reformed, which, although uncomfortable, also felt pleasurable. It was like being massaged, but instead of just the skin, her bones and internal organs were being massaged as well. “Huff, huff- oh god, my shoulders! They feel so weird!” Michelle exclaimed.

“O-oh god! Michelle, are you okay?? Do you want me to change you back?”

“No, this actually feels…pretty good? Weird, but good.” Michelle said through heavy breaths. She noticed Karla still needed a little boost of confidence, so she tried her best weapon yet - teasing.

“See? That was...impressive. B-but! I bet you can’t change…oh, my hips! I bet you can’t make me lose my curves,” Michelle teased.

Karla was taken aback. “What?? But you just said I could do magic! You know what? Fine! I’ll show you!”, said Karla as her best friend’s waist and hips began to even out.

“Ngh Ah! Karla, this is-hah!” Michelle moaned, nearly breathless due to the changes. Her hips cracked as they decreased in width, and her curves began to even out until they were almost gone. Her thighs lost some of its thickness as well.

“Hah, hah Karla…” Michelle was starting to sweat at this point, getting turned on at how good her best friend was making her feel.

Karla herself started to blush at the sound of her best friend’s voice slowing getting deeper, but she shook her head and ignored that those feelings...for now.

“You know what? To prove to you what good of a witch I am, I’m gonna take away your boobs!”

“Mmph Ahh! Yes! That feels- oh!!Michelle’s breasts began to deflate, pulling themselves into her body. It was as if they were being massaged and molded to Karla’s will, like a sculptor making a fine sculpture out of a full rock.

At this point, Karla was starting to break into a sweat.

“You’re turning out really well, Michelle. I think I’m actually doing some nice work here!”

“Sure, but, what about my head? B-bet you don’t have enough mana to change that!”

“We’ll see about that!” said Karla, as Michelle’s face became longer and its edges more defined, her brown neck-length hair receding into a short haircut.

“Hrrrrk! Errrgk!” Grunted Michelle as the changes took place. Meanwhile, her throat thickened even more and deposited a big, noticeable Adam’s apple as her voice became more and more baritone.”

“Ah? Oh! Ahh…”bMichelle loved the sound of her new voice. “My-my voice! It’s so deep! She was actually thoroughly enjoying the masculinization process. To her surprise, she liked how her body was turning out.

Meanwhile, Karla was blushing, her face in a deep red hue. She was starting to get really turned on by how deep Michelle's voice was getting. She really was definitely becoming her type.

“You know, I bet you don’t think I could do this!” Karla said as she pressed her hands on her best friends now-flat chest, and moving the apart from each other, causing huge pecs to push out, forming on Michelle’s broadening chest.

“Ah! Oh, yes! Please, keep going Karla!- Ah!”

The muscle growth spread around her body, first through her arms and hands, and down to her abs, which Karla helped to create and mold with her hands. Michelle’s thighs and legs began to thicken with muscle as well. Little bits of hair grew on her chest, legs, and under her arms.

”Hah…hah… Karla, this is incredible!” Michelle said, feeling her best friend’s hands caressing her now tanned, chiseled body, her vagina wet from the new feelings.

“Hah, hah Mmm~ yes, you’re turning out so well!” Said Kalra, almost drooling over her best friends new body. Then she noticed something about her best friend’s vagina - it was surrounded by plenty of clear, sticky fluid. She gasped. “Wait as sec, are you…are you wet?”-

“Ah! Ugh! Oh! mngh Oh, god! Something’s nngh coming out of me! Is…is that my cock?!” As Michelle’s moans indicated, her body was changing on its own now, her clit now starting to grow bigger and bigger, pulsating and throbbing, looking more and more like a penis with every push. Karla wasn’t even going to help her best friend grow her dick just yet, it just started growing. She stopped it from growing any further by pushing down on it with both palms.

“Oh, oh my god! I lost control of your body! Your dick just started growing on its *own!* I’m pushing down on it with my hands to stop it from growing any more-“

“No! Please! Pull it! Help me get it out of there! Help me set it “free!” Michelle begged, not even caring it if grew on its own. It was sending waves of pleasure all over her body. She wanted - no, *needed* it. Michelle’s dick at this point was only partially out, with Karla barely being able to keep it down.

“Ah- o-okay! If that’s what you want then, I’ll do it! I’ll help you! You push, I’ll pull!”

Michelle moaned in response.

“Ah! AH!!! Yes! Yes! Karla! Pl-please keep-OH!! Fuck, yes!”

As Karla pulled and Michele pushed, the dick grew and grew, until it was its full erection length of 9 inches, with pre-cum leaking out and down her new dick. It almost consumed most of Michelle’s vagina, along with the balls that were coming in. There was still plenty of cum coming out of her vagina, too. With one last pull/push, the dick reached its full size, and Michelle’s dick finally came.

“Oh god- hah, hah “it’s gonna mmph it’s g-going to- I’M about to- oh GODD!!!”

Cum shot everywhere, but mostly at Karla. She turned her face away and attempted to shield her face from the onslaught of her best friend’s cum. She thought it tasted salty.

And with that, Michelle’s vagina was no more, now replaced with two large, hairy balls and a huge, hard, throbbing, veiny cock.

“See?” Michelle said through heavy breaths, “I told you - you can use magic, haha.”

Karla wiped the cum from her face with her right hand, then looked at it.

“I…I can’t believe I just did that.” She said, satisfied, yet shocked at what she had done to her best friend.

”Hah…hah…oh my god!”

Karla looked at both the cum in her hand and on the sheets, and the warm feelings she had in between her legs.

“O-oh my god. You’re a- and I was…I was so into it that- what-“

“I-I can’t believe we just…did all that stuff. I don’t know what came over me.” Michelle said, embarrassed and surprised as well at the outcome.

“W-well…do you like your new look?”

“Oh my god, yes! I love it! I-I actually think I like this body more. Like, I feel more like *myself.*

“Michelle…that’s amazing. I’m so happy for you.” Kalra said with tears in her eyes. “Would you like me to call you by a different name?”

“You know, I do feel more like a Mitchell than a Michelle.”

Karla lays down next to Mitchell, and the duo lie there for the next few minutes.

Michelle, now Mitchell, turned to his friend.

“I think I’ve just realized- I love you. As in, uh, more than just a friend.”

“Michelle…”

“Your big heart, your determination, your loyalty to the people you love. Your smile. Fuck…I just, really wanna be with you forever.

Karla took a step back.

“Oh- oh my. I uh, need to dry off my hands.”

Michelle’s mind wandered. Did she go about that the wrong way? Was she too forward? Was her best friend going to hate her forever?

After washing her hands to get Karla’s cum off her hands, she taking a minute or two to think. Karla came back to her best friend, her face full of blush.

She told her she was willing to try being more than friends.

“So…what does this mean for us?” Asked Mitch.

“I guess that just means I know how to do more than one type of magic~” teased Karla.

It was a chilly, dark night. Ian was bored, tired from a long day at work. Mulling over the myriad of people he had to deal with during his shift as a cashier at a supermarket at the superstore, Jargon. Exhausted parents, annoying children, entitled elderly people - all of them blurred together into a bland, colorless gray.

But, there was one woman that stuck out from the bland crowd.

A mysterious girl, with long black hair, wearing a black dress and a jacket, and small black boots - as goth as they come - came over to his check out line. At first, he wasn’t all that impressed - she was just another customer to him. But the way she talked to him, taunted him…awakened something in him he never felt before. She slid him her number on a black post it note, then walked away with a wink, virtually disappearing into the crowd. He had to know who she was, and why she was making him feel these feelings.

He texted her, saying he really wanted to meet up with her at his apartment at 9am. She agreed, adding that she might be a little early.

Ian put his phone down, eager to finally meet this girl that was taking up so much of his mind. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. He couldn’t believe his eyes when he opened the door. It was her.

“Oh, wow,” Ian said breathlessly, “I didn’t know you were going to be here this early.”

“Well, I did say I was going to be a little early.”

“Oh, so do you reside nearby?”

“Hmm, let’s just say…” she said as she got close to his left ear, “I like to go *fast* when I travel.”

Ian had never felt so weak at the knees. “Well, um. Would you like t-to come in?”

“Yes, please. And it’s Katelyn by the way, but you can just call me Cat.”

The two of them went to Ian’s room, painted green years ago, a blue bed and a brown desk next to it, a window that gave view to the parking lot. His room was also adorned with pictures of his favorite rock bands.

“Sorry if it’s a little bit of a mess,” Ian said, gesturing to the small pile of clothes next to his bed, and the bed itself, which wasn’t made.

“Hm, it does look like it needs a tidying up. I have a trick that’ll fix that right up,” Cat said with a smirk. “Wanna see?”

“Uh, sure I guess.”

Cat closed her eyes and put out her arms, which started glowing pink. Ian watched in awe as the clothes were folded, and his bed was made.

“I…h-how did you do that?”

“Just a little thing called magic. I’m a witch. And no, this isn’t a prank - this is very real.”

“Oh…oh, my god. That’s why you came here so quickly!” Ian said, as he took a step back. “Wh-what are you going to do to me?”

“Well, I’m not going to kill you, if that’s what you’re asking.

“I, uh. This is…a lot to take in.” Ian said as he shook with anxiety “I know I should be scared, which I am, but I’m also very intrigued…what else can you do?” Ian asked curiously.

“Hm. I can manipulate physical matter. I can move stuff, make stuff, and rearrange existing matter to make them into something…new. Would you like another demonstration?”

Ian paused for a moment. “Fuck it, go ahead.”

Cat smirked again. She went through the same process again, but this time she shrank his clothes, turning one of his black shirts into a white, soft, off shoulder crop top and his gray sweatpants into a pink skirt.

“So…how do you like it?”

Ian walked over to his now cute, girly clothes. He picked up the white top, rubbing his fingers over the soft but firm linings. He felt his heart skip a beat, his face full with a red blush.

“I can switch them back if you don’t like them, by the way-“

“No! This is…this is really awesome, actually. As a matter of fact…” Ian turned around and looked at Cat. He paused for a moment his hands clasped together, his gray eyes looking down, then to the left. Finally he took a deep breath and looked up at Cat. Could you try, maybe…changing me? Into a woman?”

“Oh? That’s a surprise, albeit not a very uncommon request.”

Ian turned his head and looked away, embarrassed. “I-I just want to know what it’s like, y’know?! It’s always been at the back of my mind, and, since you’re a literal witch, I could maybe…try it with you?”

For a moment, Cat actually looked surprised. Her eyes widened and her eyebrows went up, then returned to her sultry, confident expression Ian was used too. “Well then. It’s your lucky day, because gender transformations are always the most exhilarating.”

Ian’s eyes lit up.

“With that said, while this transformation can be very physically, emotionally and sexually pleasurable, the feelings during the transformation will be quite intense. Are you up for that?”

“I can. I can handle that.”

“Good. And, if at whatever point you want me to stop the changes or to revert back to your original body, just say so, and I’ll make it happen.”

“O-oh! Okay.” Ian said, smiling shyly, holding his right arm.

Cat looked him up and down, noticing his body was the same as when she met him at Jargon - so tense and closed off, his shoulders forever tense as well.

“You seem tense. Would you like me to call off the transformation?”

“Ugh, no! I’m sorry I’m so anxious. This is actually my first time doing anything sexually with anyone.”

“Oh, there is nothing to be ashamed of. By the end of the changes, you will know nothing of the sort. Besides…” she said as she started to walk towards him, her hazelnut eyes meeting his, her sparkling dark red lipstick that gracefully danced on her signature smirk, her lips glistening in the moonlight. “I think you'd be so cute as a girl, especially with those beautiful gray eyes. I’ll make sure this will be the best night you’ve ever had.” Ian’s face felt hot, and his member started to make itself known through his casual gray shorts. He could not tell if it was just the fact this very attractive girl was so close to his face, or if he was so excited at the mere idea of being a woman.

Maybe, it was both.

“First,” said Cat as she walked behind him, “let’s start off with your face.”

Ian felt a tingly sensation, as if little, soft fingers were messaging his pale face, his hair, and even the inside of his skull, even though Cat wasn’t touching him at all. It felt so pleasant. His angular face started to soften at the edges, his face became smaller, and his brown hair became slightly longer. His neck shrunk in width as did his Adams apple.

“Mmm…ah…mnn…” Ian moaned softly and closed his eyes as the changes started to feminize his face and even more subtly, his voice.

“How does it feel? Good, right?” Cat asked behind him.

“Yes! Yes this feels- mmph wonderful!”

“Now…let’s move onto the next part.”

Cat put her hands on his chest, and started to rub around the area of his nipples in a slow, circular motion, making them grow.

“OhH!” Ian exclaimed in a pitch higher than he was used to, as he felt his pectorals - now more recognizable as small boobs- pushing outwards.

“They’re soo- nngh sensitive! So soft…”

As Cat continued to rub his chest, Ian’s broad shoulders - and more generally, his frame, - started to shrink as well, his arms and hands shrinking in tandem.

“Would you like me to rub your new girls a little faster?”

“OhH god, yes!” He said in between deep breaths.

As Cat rubbed his boobs faster, they grew in size, now actually noticeable through his white t-shirt, which was seemingly growing bigger by the second. They kept growing until they were C cups.

“Ah…oh! Ah!” Ian moaned as the last bit of breast tissue conformed to Cat’s will, with Cat massaging his new assets.

“Mm…ah! Hah! This…this is amazing!” Ian exclaimed in arousal, with sweat starting to beat down his face.

“It sure sounds like it. Now, let’s fill that empty butt of yours.”

“Mngh! Huff! Oh!” Ian felt his behind push out and his waist expand, with curves forming and becoming more and more pronounced. His gray shorts started to slide off his frame as his legs shrunk in length, and his thighs thickened.

Cat put her hands under Ian’s now plump asscheeks and groped them, and whispered into his ear, which was now slightly obstructed by his slowly growing hair, “Do you want me to smack your new fat, juicy ass?”

“Y-yes, please!” Ian begged.

“Then, get on the bed.” Cat commanded.

“Mm-hmn” Ian nodded and climbed onto his bed and set his head on the pillows, and let Cat slap his ass.

“Oh! Ah! Ohh! Yes!” Each slap allowed his right buttcheek to grow first, the continued expansion not as significant as the original, but pleasurable nonetheless. His left buttcheek to grow next, and finally, his hips and thighs, which had the least amount of growth.

Cat stopped after the twentieth smack to his ass.

“Hah…hah” Ian was now sweating profusely, and so, so turned on, as if a dam that was built to be impenetrable was about to burst, letting out everything it’s been holding back. He had never felt so good in his life.

“Whew,” Cat said as she wiped her brow, working up a sweat after all of this hard work. She was starting to feel turned on by Ian’s loud moans, which were becoming more and more feminine and high pitched with each change, no matter how big or small.

“Wow, Ian. You’re giving me quite the workout. Let’s take a quick break and take a look at your progress. Sit up and take off your clothes.”

Ian rolled over and got up, and practically ripped off his white t-shirt. As he brushed his now-middle-lengthed hair out of his eyes, they revealed to him his new body: his feminine shoulders and physique, his new boobs, his soft skin. He gazed at the new sight, in awe of the changes. His hands moved to touch his feminine face, his neck, whose Adams apple nearly completely disappeared, and his breasts, to which he groped and massaged.

“Mmnn…ohh,” he moaned, enjoying the feeling of his new, sensitive nipples, and soft breast tissue.

He loved his new high, soft voice, that ticked out of his soft, red lips. He loved his soft skin, his breasts, his decent ass, and his slender legs. He wanted to see more of his new body.

“Wow, look at you, enjoying yourself. You look so cute with your new face.”

“Oh, th-thank you!” Ian said, blushing and tucking a lock of his hair behind his ear.

“Is it okay if I call you cute or cutie, by the way?”

“Yes, absolutely! I love being called cute!”

“Heh heh…you know…you're really turning me on, all hot and bothered.” She striped off her jacket, dress, boots and underwear, revealing her B cup size breasts and pale, naked body.

“Oh…wow. You look beautiful!”

And with that, Cat started to blush as well.

“Th-Thank you. Ahem. Now…do you want to take care of the rest?”

“I look, I feel…so good! Yes! I…I want to care of the rest.”

“Then I think you know what’s up next.” Cat said as she gestured to Ian’s crotch.

His soft hands and fingers moved down to his waist, noticing his hair on his stomach having long since disappeared. He noticed the throbbing bulge, one that hadn’t shrunk that much, between his now slender legs, being held down only by his shorts and underwear. He pushed his shorts down to his thighs, then his feet, which were no longer able to fill his size 11 men’s black and white shoes, and let his shorts fall off his feet. Last to go were his underwear, his red trunks. As he pushed them off, they slid over his dick, freeing it from its former prisoner. It immediately went from laying on its side to jolting up, revealing a very hard, still very much functioning, very excited cock, with pre-cum already leaking out.

He needed relief. And it could not be the same old quick fap-and-cum, one-and-done he was used to.

He wanted, no, needed more.

“Hm. Looks like someone needs a helping hand,” Cat teased. “Want me to take care of it for you?”

“Yes! Yes! Please, push this thing inside!” Yelled Ian, practically salivating at just the idea of his penis and balls becoming a tight, moist, wet vagina.

Cat started by pushing down on Ian’s dick with her palm.

“Oh! Ohhhh, god!” Ian’s body quivered, and shook with how intense the shock of pleasure went through his body.

Although Cat had been pushing down with her two hands, Ian’s dick wasn’t budging.

“Huff! Nngh! Damn, this thing is stubborn.” Cat huffed. “Ian, it’s not pushing in! Could you help me with it?”

Ian nodded. He put his hands on top of Cat’s, and began pushing in.

“Hnnngh! Hnnnnngph!” Ian struggled. “Come on, stupid thing, go away already!” He yelled.

Finally, it had lost strength, and began to shrink.

“Hnnng! Oh! Ah! Yes!!” Ian moaned in pleasure. It was like a million tiny bombs of lightning were exploding in his dick and balls, as they slowly shrunk into him.

“Nngh! Yes! Keep going!” Yelled Cat.

His cock shrunk faster and faster. They were really making progress now.

“Huff, huff! How does that feel so far?”

“Oh! Ah! Mmph! Yes! I-it feels wonderful!” Ian moaned in ecstasy.

Suddenly, however, his dick and balls stopped shrinking, still flexing and moving, as if they were the last gasps of Ian’s masculinity were fighting back against the feminizing process.

“Ian, this last push is going to be real intense, so brace yourself!” exclaimed Cat.

Ian nodded.

As they both pushed Ian’s dick inside, he felt an overwhelming flood of pleasure from that part of his body. He couldn’t contain himself anymore.

His head threw itself back. “Ohhh! Ohhhh! Hah! Oh gaawwwd!!”

As he lifted his head up, he could see his dick finally collapsing into itself his balls folding inward.

His have then met Cat’s. His eyes looked so lovingly at Cat, his lips turned upwards. For Cat, this spoke louder than words.

As their hands pushed gus dick inwards, Ian let out one last, loud, unapologetic series of moans.

“Ohhh, ahhh, yes!! Ohhh! Ohhhh!! Oh, god- *Ah! Ah! Ahh! Oh! OH! AAHHHH!!!” He moaned as he threw his head back, his lower back arching upwards, as he came one last time with his dick, and cum squirted all over the bedsheets.

“Hah…hah…hah.” Ian felt out of his mind. He had never felt more at peace, more whole, in his life.

“So…huff, huff…” Cat was out of breath herself, long, straight black hair a mess. “How…how did that feel?”

“That, that was…fantastic! Amazing!! I-I can’t even put it into…words!!” Ian exclaimed, her newly minted smile shining boldly for Cat to see.

Cat fell next to Ian. They let each other collect themselves for a few minutes before they said anything else.

“Thank you for your help, especially with that dick of yours. That thing was, well, a dick.”

Ian laughed. She actually felt so happy, so warm inside. And not just because of the amazing, mind bending sex and transformation that had just occurred.

“I…never thought something like this could ever happen, but now…” Ian started to caress her body again. You’ve made my dream come true! Thank you…” Ian turned to Cat, the two of them looking at each other with more than just lust in their eyes.

“I am more than happy that I could help, girl. I mean if you’re okay with me calling you that-

“Yes! Please, do call me a girl! I feel so happy when you call me that. And, cutie. That too.” Ian smiled and chuckled.

“Oh, well-“ Cat blushed, “should I call you by a new name as well?”

“Mm…you know what? Yeah! You can call me…Ianna.”

Cat snickered. “Ianna? Really? How original.”

“Less original than Katelyn? Also, your nickname is literally an animal.” Ian, now Ianna, laughed.

“Well, it…makes me more mysterious.” Cat said as she folded her arms.

“Oooh, so edgy!” Ianna said as she got top of Cat.

“Your laugh is so cute now.”

“Yeah…I actually feel like I don’t have to on guard as much anymore, y’know? Less..afraid.”

For a moment, they stared at each others eyes, breaking only for their lips, then kissed.

“Maybe I should teach you some magic.” Cat suggested. “Would you be interested in becoming a witch?”

“You know, maybe I will. I would love change people and make them feel as good as you’ve made me feel tonight.

“Mmm…so. Are you ready for round two?”

Ian perked up. Wait, there’s a round two??” She asked.

Cat giggled. “Only if you’re up for it - it would be your first ride using these new upgrades. I’m going to show you just how good it feels to be a girl.”

“I am sooo up for it! And maybe this time…”

Ianna moves to her ear, and whispers:

“You’ll have the best night.”