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- Feb 3, 2013
So Kitsunelaine is a cis guy with a transformation fetish?So fun fact, I stumbled into Adam aka Kitsunelaine's autistic stories thanks to @Hellfire . And I do mean autistic; he basically writes stories where the protagonist (him) becomes a girl with big tits an animal's tail and fucking wings. In fact, the tism levels are so high that to save sanity I have to split it up into their respective elements. I'll start off with his one offs, since his long running series are brain busters.
And don't worry, I archived basically everything worth a shit so even if he firebombs it, all of the genuinely embarrassing stuff won't go away.
A shiver ran down my spine as I entered the cave.
"Oh for god's sake, Damien! Grow some balls!" my friend joked grinning, as he was far ahead of me already. I sighed, and flicked on my flashlight, illuminating the dark depths of the cave. It was a dingy, old spider-infested place, yet somehow it appeared to be as if we were the only ones who had ever came here in a long time.
"I'm coming, man. I... I've just got a bad feeling about this." I said. That was actually the truth, I did have a sense of impending doom... Or something. It was just one of those things that you knew would eventually go wrong.
Suddenly, I felt a slight pang in my chest, as I tried to continue. It was a feeling of disease, but it was also a physical feeling, as if the whole area was turning itself inside out with fear. I shrugged it off, and continued after Ryan, who was a bit further ahead than I was. The kid really had a sense of adventure, which was something that I kind of lacked, to be honest. I liked my life the way it was, and... Things were normal, you know? Things were good.
"Is that... a door?" Ryan said, approaching what appeared to indeed be a dusty, rotted out old door. I walked up to it, shrugged, and knocked. No answer, however I did notice something scratched onto it near the handle. I bent down, and brushed some of the dust off.
"...No boys allowed?" I chuckled. What a weird thing to put on the door. It sounded something like a young girl would put on her clubhouse, not very threatening, just damn hilarious.
"...You wanna open it?" Ryan asked.
"I thought you were the leader here, man." I said.
"Heh. I still want you to do it. You're my mate, right? I hate to see you throwing away your sense of adventure, that's why I took you out here in the first place. I mean... When we were young, you and I did lots of adventurous things. You've settled down man, I'm trying to revive your sense of wonder... excitement!" Ryan said. I smiled. Yeah, I had grown a bit used to things being, well, the way they are. Ryan had always been the dreamer, and... I guess he was trying to revive my sense of adventure. I shrugged, and opened the door. As soon as I put my hand on the handle however, I felt a shock ripple through my body, as if it were electrifying me.
'Weird... must have been a static shock. But... The handle's made of wood. Impossible.'
I shrugged it off, and walked inside, with Ryan following behind me. The feeling in my chest grew stronger with every step I took, and it seemed to be spreading to the rest of my body.
Inside the room, there was a regular girly bed. There was a table in the centre, littered with old books, pieces of paper, and a waxed-out candle. It looked like something you'd expect to see in a normal household around 30 or 40 years ago, but seeing it in a cave seemed a bit out of place.
I turned around and watched Ryan walking in, gasping with amazement. However... He seemed to be somewhat taller than me now.
"...I don't feel so good..." I said suddenly, and sat down on the ground. Everything felt... off.
"...Damien... What's happening to you..." Ryan said, noticing my condition. Hell, like I had an answer.
It felt like my chest was going to explode... I clutched it, gasping for air because it felt like all of the oxygen was being pushed out of my system, however I grabbed something I did not expect. It felt... squishy. Sort of. And... bigger.
The weird shock was still going through my body, and I felt... I felt my privates shrink. I clutched the area to find them... gone. 'What's going on?'
I let out a surprised yelp, but even that... even that was feminine. I felt my hair grow right down to my torso, and my body shifting around as if I was a ball of clay being moulded into a female figure by an artist.
"I think it's happening to me too!" Ryan squeaked, and his features started getting more feminine. He shrunk a bit, and his skin became smooth. His chest seemed to explode the same way mine did, and his hair was shooting out of his skull, even longer than I felt mine did.
Soon enough, we were both... girls.
"This can't be happening, this can't be happening..." I groaned, standing up. "...My clothes changed too..." I noticed, and I was now wearing a white blouse, and a green skirt. I looked at Ryan, but he seemed... a bit uninterested. As if he didn't notice what had been happening.
"You're a girl too, aren't you?" I said, walking up to her. "What's up with you? I've always been a girl." 'Ryan' said, chuckling. "No... No you... You haven't..." I said quietly to myself, but I didn't want to look insane. Were his memories changed?
A letter appeared on the table, and I swiped it out. Ryan didn't seem to notice, s/he was too busy examining a nearby bookcase.
'Dear reader,
A spell has been placed on this room so no boy can enter. If one ever does succeed, this spell will activate. I cannot let my room be seen by male eyes... so I shall turn them female.
My mission, my life... They are unimportant right now. The fact that anyone is reading this means my spell has activated, and right now, someone is reading this.
Since that someone is you, let me tell you this. Your past has been altered to... accommodate your new form. Anyone else who entered with you may turn into a girl as well, but they will then believe that they had always been one, and their pasts would change to accommodate that fact too.
I apologise for the inconvenience, and suggest you leave, and tell nobody about this room. It could be devastating... The secrets here could unravel the very fabric of time and space. Boys can come in if they desire, but only girls can leave.
Sincerely,
Mary S.'
As soon as I had finished reading, the letter disappeared. I was in shock, and couldn't believe what had happened. I... I had boobs. I had girl parts. It all had to be a dream, didn't it? Then suddenly, another, smaller note appeared on the table. It would disappear as soon as I had read it.
'No. It is not a dream. This... This is your new life.'
A Cold Winters Night TG
The second I stepped out of the car, the cold wind hit me. I grinned. We were finally there.
I walked to the back of the van and began to take all my gear out. We were up in a mountain, on a ski trip. Just me and my girlfriend, Sarah.
"Ah... It's good to be out, isn't it?" Sara said, walking up to me, smiling. Her long, black hair trailed down to her hips. Her blue eyes seemed to blend in with the snow. She was wearing a dark red jacket, blue jeans and a bright red scarf wrapped around her neck.
"Yeah. It's nice to be back, isn't it?" I said, hoisting out our luggage. We were going to be here living at the ski resort for about three days. Sara and I had actually met at this very resort three years ago, so we figured it'd be a nice anniversary trip. Anniversary of what, you ask? Well, two years ago, on this day, we became girl/boyfriends. Okay, not exactly on this day, but it was near it.
"Heh. Yeah. I missed this place... Last time we went was when we met, right?" I said, as we walked down to the resort entrance. She nodded.
Suddenly, A massive brain-splitting headache erupted, and I clutched my forehead, grimacing.
"You okay, George?" Sara asked, concerned.
"I'm... Fine.... I've just got a headache..." I said. It... Wasn't the first time today. On the few-hour-long trip here, I had some weird... Symptoms. Like a throbbing headache that happened in bursts—blurred vision, and aching joints. It was so bad Sara had to take over the driving part of it.
"You don't look fine. You haven't looked fine since we left." Sara sighed, as we entered the main building.
"I... Just don't want the trip to be impaired because I've got a cold or something..." I say.
"You said the same thing on the way here, and I'm going to say the same thing to you again. That's not wise. I appreciate the thought, but if you're sick, we should turn back." She sighed.
"..No, I don't want the--" Suddenly, the headache grew worse, and I fell to my knees, dropping the luggage as I did so.
"Oh my gosh! George!" Sara gasped, covering her mouth with a look of fear on her face.
A... Sensation ran through my body. I didn't know what it was, but it felt... Strangely good. Still painful though.
I fell to the ground, shaking uncontrollably. The last words I heard were "Someone call an ambulance!" Before losing consciousness completely.
When I opened my eyes, everything was blurred. I couldn't really tell where I was, until about a minute later.
I was in a hospital ward, near the Ski Resort. They get a lot of ski related injuries, so they figured they'd build a mini hospital for emergencies next to the resort. It was a... Very popular resort, so the hospital was normally never empty. At least that was what we were told last time we were there.
"Hey there." Sara said. She was sitting next to me, looking worried. "You feeling okay?"
"...Strangely fine... My body feels really, really warm though. And all tingly."
It was, needless to say, an odd feeling. Happiness mixed with pain, and fear. I looked down at my body, and from what I could tell it was normal. There were no injuries, and everything seemed intact.
"....What happened?" I said.
"People call it the Yuri virus." A male voice said, from behind.
"...The Yuri virus?" I asked, as the doctor came into view. He was a short fellow, he had messy brown hair and was wearing glasses. His expression was... Grim.
"Yeah. Allow me to explain." He said, shuffling the papers in his hand. Sara looked down at me, worried.
"It's a... Somewhat rare virus. It's only affected a handful of people worldwide, and isn't spread in normal manners. It's a mystery, and nobody can figure out the cause." The doctor said, slowly.
"...Great. Now tell me what it does..." I said, sighing.
"...Over three days, it turns the person who has it female." The doctor said, flatly.
"...What." I said in response. He had to be joking.... Didn't he?
"I'm not kidding. And it's... Other effects..." The doctor said, darkly. I raised my eyebrows, and sat up, sighing.
"Other effects?" I said.
"You may call me crazy, but the immediate effects of the transformation are... How shall I put this... It makes the effected... What you would call "horny", for a period of up to 24 hours afterwards. That's why we called it the Yuri virus... Because the first person who caught it, was with his girlfriend and... Well... They were anime fans, so they named it..."
"...Horny? What." I said, flatly.
"it means you will sexually aroused, to the degree of... Well, wanting to have... Sex..." The doctor said, slowly.
"...Seriously?" I said. "It's not April, so...."
"Does it really sound like something I'd joke about?!" The doctor said, sternly.
"...No. I guess not." I sighed. "So... Three days, huh..." I said. The doctor nodded, frowning.
"On the third day, at around 55 hours after it's been caught, the transformation will... Happen.
Everything leading up to that point will be the body... Preparing itself, if you will..." The doctor started pacing, looking through his notes. He appeared to be concerned, and a little curious. And really—who could blame him?
"I've got three days left as a guy." I said, slowly. The doctor nodded yet again.
"We've attempted to look for a cause for so long, yet nobody's found one. It's... Difficult. There's nothing we can do... I'm sorry..."
"What do you mean, nothing you can do?"
"It's rare, okay? 8 Recorded cases, and nobodies found a reason, or the agent behind it that causes it! How CAN we help you if we don't even know what's wrong?"
"...You make a fair argument..." I sighed.
"Oh god... George..." Sara said. Her petite hands wrapped around my back, and her body pressed against mine. I accepted the hug, gratefully. Then, it hit me. Sara... After the change, she might not want to be with me anymore...
"Sara..." I said.
"...Yeah?"
"After the... The change... Will you still be..." I said, afraid to finish the sentence. Sara appeared... unsure. It was a big decision, and I wasn't sure whether or not she was ready to make it quite yet...
"I... I don't know, George..." She said, pulling back. I looked down, and sighed. "I... See..."
"You're free to walk around, just don't stray too far from the resort, in case you... Collapse again..." The doctor said. I nodded, and stood up. Everything felt... Weird. I couldn't quite place my finger on it, my body just didn't move the same way I was used to it moving. I felt... Light headed. I knew what was going on around me, and I could process everything, but if I thought too much, it would just sort of... Float away.
"Let's... Go to our room." I said, trying to walk but stumbling. Sara caught me before I hit the ground, and helped me back to my feet, her black hair covering her face in a way so I couldn't see it.
"Thanks..." I said, and together we walked out of the hospital. We walked to our room, and i laid down on our bed, as Sara got the fire going. We didn't talk too much, and the tension was almost unbearable, until my mind washed it away like it seemed to be doing with everything today.
I... Stayed on that bed, for an untold amount of hours, mostly unmoving. It was an... Odd experience. One I'd never forget.
Then, Sara brought in dinner, on a platter. She put it on my lap, looking down at me. I then realised that my chest felt a little heavy...
I looked down, and saw no real change. Everything seemed... Strangely normal. Maybe my mind was playing tricks on me. It does that.
"You feeling okay, George?" Sara said, as I sat up to eat.
"I feel like my manhood is slipping away even more with each passing second... And part of me doesn't even care. I... don't know why..." I said slowly. Sara's expression didn't change, but I knew she was feeling more worried now.
"Eat up. I made most of it by myself." Sara said, smiling, obviously trying to hide her... Fear? Sorrow? I couldn't tell.
So, I ate. And then... I went back to lying down. Sara... She didn't sleep in the same room as me. It felt like she was growing more distant every second, alongside my dissipating manhood.
I slept. I couldn't tell for how long, only that when I woke up, my body felt... Different. More feminine. I couldn't see any differences, but it was as if my mental image of me as a girl was projecting throughout my mind, as if I was creating my own state of femininity with mere thoughts. It was a strange sensation.
"You're awake... I'm glad..." Sara's voice said from beside my bed. I turned my head around, and saw her. She was... Stressed. To say the least. Her hair was all askew, and she looked like she'd been crying.
"...How long was I asleep?" I said. Sara sighed, looking down.
"About two days. You're... On your third day already." She said, almost ready to cry again.
"Huh... Day three already..." I said, absent minded. I couldn't process what that entailed, but something in me felt... Glad. This nightmare would soon be over, and I'd be able to go back to my life. Even if I was a girl.
"How are you feeling?" Sara asked. I sat up. "I feel like a girl already, it seems... The last thing that needs to happen is the physical change, and we don't even know when it's supposed to happen, do we..." I said. Sara nodded. "Listen... George. I don't think this can continue." Sara said, slowly, and carefully.
"...What do you mean?" I said.
"Us." Sara said, looking up. I looked into her eyes, and saw tears starting to form. She knew this would be the last time she'd see me as a man, and probably the last time she'd see me as a boyfriend too—more or less.
"I can't let it end this way, Sara... You mean more to me than, anything! You mean more to me than my manhood!" I protested.
"That's why I have to go! If you and I have a relationship when you're a girl, it'll end up badly! I know it! That's why I can't go through with it! If I break up with you, I'd rather do it on my own terms... Because my parents? If I were in another relationship with a girl? Even if it really IS you? They'll want it ended, and force it on me to end it myself. I'd rather not go through that. It happened with my sister, and it devastated her!" Sara said sternly, standing up. I stood up, and walked to the door.
"You can't let your parents rule your life!" I said. "You are your own woman, remember?"
"As you will be. And that's what I'm afraid of." Sara responded, folding her arms. She... She really wanted to end it here? Now? My mind couldn't process it, and all the weird happiness I'd been feeling suddenly turned to despair. Something... Triggered inside me. And I couldn't stand it.
"I.. I have to go..." I said, tears streaming down my eyes. I burst through the exit to my room, and ran out of the ski resort, covering my face. I couldn't believe it... Sara wanted to break up with me over her parent's?
"It's bullshit!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, and charged into a nearby forest. It was snowing, and around about midday. The change was going to happen soon, and from then on, my whole life would be different. I just wouldn't be me anymore.
I trudged along the snowy path, teardrops melting the ground as they hit. My whole body felt like it was burning, even though it was freezing outside. Soon enough, I came across a clearing. It was a... Beautiful sight. The hill raised up at its southern edge, and trees circled all around it. It was nice, and secluded.
I fell to my knees, and sobbed. I sobbed like a girl, and that only made me angrier. "GODDAMNIT!" I yelled to the sky, and punched the ground, trembling. The life that I knew was long gone, and any fragments of it would be shrouded by the new body I was about to gain, and I hated it. I kneeled there, in the middle of the clearing, as the sun slowly set on the horizon, casting luminescent shadows across the treetops, and illuminating the snowdrops brilliantly so there appeared to be over a thousand fireflies falling from the sky with grace and independence.
I laid down, staring at the sky, thinking things over. Maybe... Maybe there was still hope after all? Maybe Sara would... Maybe she would still...
Then, it started happening. I gasped for air, as my body started to boil. I felt my arms slowly shrink into my shoulders, growing more petite and smooth with each passing second. My hair appeared to slowly grow down to my waist, and my gasps grew higher. My chest felt like it was collapsing in on itself and bursting out at the same time, as my legs grew shorter. My hands slowly moved along my chest, as it pressed against the flat of my clothing, suffocating me so badly I had to undo the buttons on my shirt.
My hips shrunk thinner and slimmer, and I felt my manhood shrinking in my pants, as said pants slowly seemed to be falling off. I moved down, and grasped the last remnants of my manhood as I felt them recede, breathing heavily as I did so. It seemed like the sensation pleasured me, almost. The inside of my body seemed to twist and churn, and for about a minute I couldn't breathe, the feeling was just so... Heavy. When the pressure finally receded, I let out a moan. My voice was higher, and had a more refined tone to it. And everything felt... Good. Like it was supposed to be that way. Maybe it was just my mind messing with me.
I laid there for a while, as the pleasure surged through my body. I noticed it was night-time, but I really didn't care. My mind was... Elsewhere.
"George?" A voice called, from the forest. I almost couldn't hear it, but my body almost automatically seemed to moan in response.
"Oh god, George! Is--- Is that you?!" Sara said, emerging from the clearing looking worried.
I managed a nod, my hands now massaging the new breasts that had emerged, almost automatically.
"Are... Are you okay?" Sara said, kneeling by my side.
"I can't think straight..." I mumbled, too absorbed in the sensation coursing through my body like an electrical charge.
"Listen, George.... I've been thinking. I acted too rashly... We can make this work...." Sara said, gripping my hand. I sat up, and gazed into her eyes, a look of pleasure on my face.
Sara seemed to realise. "Oh... You're feeling...That way..." She said slowly, blushing. Her black hair seemed to shine in the moonlight, and she just looked so cute... I nodded, slowly. "I want you, Sara..." I said, wrapping my arms around her as I pressed my body against hers.
"I..." Sara said, stopping to think for a moment before she finished. "I want you too, George..." She admitted, wrapping her arms around me. And then... My new life began. That night, everything changed. That night, under the moonlit trees, we grew closer than ever before... And it stuck.
Maybe the change wasn't such a bad thing after all.
Maybe. A Cold Winters Night TG
The second I stepped out of the car, the cold wind hit me. I grinned. We were finally there.
I walked to the back of the van and began to take all my gear out. We were up in a mountain, on a ski trip. Just me and my girlfriend, Sarah.
"Ah... It's good to be out, isn't it?" Sara said, walking up to me, smiling. Her long, black hair trailed down to her hips. Her blue eyes seemed to blend in with the snow. She was wearing a dark red jacket, blue jeans and a bright red scarf wrapped around her neck.
"Yeah. It's nice to be back, isn't it?" I said, hoisting out our luggage. We were going to be here living at the ski resort for about three days. Sara and I had actually met at this very resort three years ago, so we figured it'd be a nice anniversary trip. Anniversary of what, you ask? Well, two years ago, on this day, we became girl/boyfriends. Okay, not exactly on this day, but it was near it.
"Heh. Yeah. I missed this place... Last time we went was when we met, right?" I said, as we walked down to the resort entrance. She nodded.
Suddenly, A massive brain-splitting headache erupted, and I clutched my forehead, grimacing.
"You okay, George?" Sara asked, concerned.
"I'm... Fine.... I've just got a headache..." I said. It... Wasn't the first time today. On the few-hour-long trip here, I had some weird... Symptoms. Like a throbbing headache that happened in bursts—blurred vision, and aching joints. It was so bad Sara had to take over the driving part of it.
"You don't look fine. You haven't looked fine since we left." Sara sighed, as we entered the main building.
"I... Just don't want the trip to be impaired because I've got a cold or something..." I say.
"You said the same thing on the way here, and I'm going to say the same thing to you again. That's not wise. I appreciate the thought, but if you're sick, we should turn back." She sighed.
"..No, I don't want the--" Suddenly, the headache grew worse, and I fell to my knees, dropping the luggage as I did so.
"Oh my gosh! George!" Sara gasped, covering her mouth with a look of fear on her face.
A... Sensation ran through my body. I didn't know what it was, but it felt... Strangely good. Still painful though.
I fell to the ground, shaking uncontrollably. The last words I heard were "Someone call an ambulance!" Before losing consciousness completely.
When I opened my eyes, everything was blurred. I couldn't really tell where I was, until about a minute later.
I was in a hospital ward, near the Ski Resort. They get a lot of ski related injuries, so they figured they'd build a mini hospital for emergencies next to the resort. It was a... Very popular resort, so the hospital was normally never empty. At least that was what we were told last time we were there.
"Hey there." Sara said. She was sitting next to me, looking worried. "You feeling okay?"
"...Strangely fine... My body feels really, really warm though. And all tingly."
It was, needless to say, an odd feeling. Happiness mixed with pain, and fear. I looked down at my body, and from what I could tell it was normal. There were no injuries, and everything seemed intact.
"....What happened?" I said.
"People call it the Yuri virus." A male voice said, from behind.
"...The Yuri virus?" I asked, as the doctor came into view. He was a short fellow, he had messy brown hair and was wearing glasses. His expression was... Grim.
"Yeah. Allow me to explain." He said, shuffling the papers in his hand. Sara looked down at me, worried.
"It's a... Somewhat rare virus. It's only affected a handful of people worldwide, and isn't spread in normal manners. It's a mystery, and nobody can figure out the cause." The doctor said, slowly.
"...Great. Now tell me what it does..." I said, sighing.
"...Over three days, it turns the person who has it female." The doctor said, flatly.
"...What." I said in response. He had to be joking.... Didn't he?
"I'm not kidding. And it's... Other effects..." The doctor said, darkly. I raised my eyebrows, and sat up, sighing.
"Other effects?" I said.
"You may call me crazy, but the immediate effects of the transformation are... How shall I put this... It makes the effected... What you would call "horny", for a period of up to 24 hours afterwards. That's why we called it the Yuri virus... Because the first person who caught it, was with his girlfriend and... Well... They were anime fans, so they named it..."
"...Horny? What." I said, flatly.
"it means you will sexually aroused, to the degree of... Well, wanting to have... Sex..." The doctor said, slowly.
"...Seriously?" I said. "It's not April, so...."
"Does it really sound like something I'd joke about?!" The doctor said, sternly.
"...No. I guess not." I sighed. "So... Three days, huh..." I said. The doctor nodded, frowning.
"On the third day, at around 55 hours after it's been caught, the transformation will... Happen.
Everything leading up to that point will be the body... Preparing itself, if you will..." The doctor started pacing, looking through his notes. He appeared to be concerned, and a little curious. And really—who could blame him?
"I've got three days left as a guy." I said, slowly. The doctor nodded yet again.
"We've attempted to look for a cause for so long, yet nobody's found one. It's... Difficult. There's nothing we can do... I'm sorry..."
"What do you mean, nothing you can do?"
"It's rare, okay? 8 Recorded cases, and nobodies found a reason, or the agent behind it that causes it! How CAN we help you if we don't even know what's wrong?"
"...You make a fair argument..." I sighed.
"Oh god... George..." Sara said. Her petite hands wrapped around my back, and her body pressed against mine. I accepted the hug, gratefully. Then, it hit me. Sara... After the change, she might not want to be with me anymore...
"Sara..." I said.
"...Yeah?"
"After the... The change... Will you still be..." I said, afraid to finish the sentence. Sara appeared... unsure. It was a big decision, and I wasn't sure whether or not she was ready to make it quite yet...
"I... I don't know, George..." She said, pulling back. I looked down, and sighed. "I... See..."
"You're free to walk around, just don't stray too far from the resort, in case you... Collapse again..." The doctor said. I nodded, and stood up. Everything felt... Weird. I couldn't quite place my finger on it, my body just didn't move the same way I was used to it moving. I felt... Light headed. I knew what was going on around me, and I could process everything, but if I thought too much, it would just sort of... Float away.
"Let's... Go to our room." I said, trying to walk but stumbling. Sara caught me before I hit the ground, and helped me back to my feet, her black hair covering her face in a way so I couldn't see it.
"Thanks..." I said, and together we walked out of the hospital. We walked to our room, and i laid down on our bed, as Sara got the fire going. We didn't talk too much, and the tension was almost unbearable, until my mind washed it away like it seemed to be doing with everything today.
I... Stayed on that bed, for an untold amount of hours, mostly unmoving. It was an... Odd experience. One I'd never forget.
Then, Sara brought in dinner, on a platter. She put it on my lap, looking down at me. I then realised that my chest felt a little heavy...
I looked down, and saw no real change. Everything seemed... Strangely normal. Maybe my mind was playing tricks on me. It does that.
"You feeling okay, George?" Sara said, as I sat up to eat.
"I feel like my manhood is slipping away even more with each passing second... And part of me doesn't even care. I... don't know why..." I said slowly. Sara's expression didn't change, but I knew she was feeling more worried now.
"Eat up. I made most of it by myself." Sara said, smiling, obviously trying to hide her... Fear? Sorrow? I couldn't tell.
So, I ate. And then... I went back to lying down. Sara... She didn't sleep in the same room as me. It felt like she was growing more distant every second, alongside my dissipating manhood.
I slept. I couldn't tell for how long, only that when I woke up, my body felt... Different. More feminine. I couldn't see any differences, but it was as if my mental image of me as a girl was projecting throughout my mind, as if I was creating my own state of femininity with mere thoughts. It was a strange sensation.
"You're awake... I'm glad..." Sara's voice said from beside my bed. I turned my head around, and saw her. She was... Stressed. To say the least. Her hair was all askew, and she looked like she'd been crying.
"...How long was I asleep?" I said. Sara sighed, looking down.
"About two days. You're... On your third day already." She said, almost ready to cry again.
"Huh... Day three already..." I said, absent minded. I couldn't process what that entailed, but something in me felt... Glad. This nightmare would soon be over, and I'd be able to go back to my life. Even if I was a girl.
"How are you feeling?" Sara asked. I sat up. "I feel like a girl already, it seems... The last thing that needs to happen is the physical change, and we don't even know when it's supposed to happen, do we..." I said. Sara nodded. "Listen... George. I don't think this can continue." Sara said, slowly, and carefully.
"...What do you mean?" I said.
"Us." Sara said, looking up. I looked into her eyes, and saw tears starting to form. She knew this would be the last time she'd see me as a man, and probably the last time she'd see me as a boyfriend too—more or less.
"I can't let it end this way, Sara... You mean more to me than, anything! You mean more to me than my manhood!" I protested.
"That's why I have to go! If you and I have a relationship when you're a girl, it'll end up badly! I know it! That's why I can't go through with it! If I break up with you, I'd rather do it on my own terms... Because my parents? If I were in another relationship with a girl? Even if it really IS you? They'll want it ended, and force it on me to end it myself. I'd rather not go through that. It happened with my sister, and it devastated her!" Sara said sternly, standing up. I stood up, and walked to the door.
"You can't let your parents rule your life!" I said. "You are your own woman, remember?"
"As you will be. And that's what I'm afraid of." Sara responded, folding her arms. She... She really wanted to end it here? Now? My mind couldn't process it, and all the weird happiness I'd been feeling suddenly turned to despair. Something... Triggered inside me. And I couldn't stand it.
"I.. I have to go..." I said, tears streaming down my eyes. I burst through the exit to my room, and ran out of the ski resort, covering my face. I couldn't believe it... Sara wanted to break up with me over her parent's?
"It's bullshit!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, and charged into a nearby forest. It was snowing, and around about midday. The change was going to happen soon, and from then on, my whole life would be different. I just wouldn't be me anymore.
I trudged along the snowy path, teardrops melting the ground as they hit. My whole body felt like it was burning, even though it was freezing outside. Soon enough, I came across a clearing. It was a... Beautiful sight. The hill raised up at its southern edge, and trees circled all around it. It was nice, and secluded.
I fell to my knees, and sobbed. I sobbed like a girl, and that only made me angrier. "GODDAMNIT!" I yelled to the sky, and punched the ground, trembling. The life that I knew was long gone, and any fragments of it would be shrouded by the new body I was about to gain, and I hated it. I kneeled there, in the middle of the clearing, as the sun slowly set on the horizon, casting luminescent shadows across the treetops, and illuminating the snowdrops brilliantly so there appeared to be over a thousand fireflies falling from the sky with grace and independence.
I laid down, staring at the sky, thinking things over. Maybe... Maybe there was still hope after all? Maybe Sara would... Maybe she would still...
Then, it started happening. I gasped for air, as my body started to boil. I felt my arms slowly shrink into my shoulders, growing more petite and smooth with each passing second. My hair appeared to slowly grow down to my waist, and my gasps grew higher. My chest felt like it was collapsing in on itself and bursting out at the same time, as my legs grew shorter. My hands slowly moved along my chest, as it pressed against the flat of my clothing, suffocating me so badly I had to undo the buttons on my shirt.
My hips shrunk thinner and slimmer, and I felt my manhood shrinking in my pants, as said pants slowly seemed to be falling off. I moved down, and grasped the last remnants of my manhood as I felt them recede, breathing heavily as I did so. It seemed like the sensation pleasured me, almost. The inside of my body seemed to twist and churn, and for about a minute I couldn't breathe, the feeling was just so... Heavy. When the pressure finally receded, I let out a moan. My voice was higher, and had a more refined tone to it. And everything felt... Good. Like it was supposed to be that way. Maybe it was just my mind messing with me.
I laid there for a while, as the pleasure surged through my body. I noticed it was night-time, but I really didn't care. My mind was... Elsewhere.
"George?" A voice called, from the forest. I almost couldn't hear it, but my body almost automatically seemed to moan in response.
"Oh god, George! Is--- Is that you?!" Sara said, emerging from the clearing looking worried.
I managed a nod, my hands now massaging the new breasts that had emerged, almost automatically.
"Are... Are you okay?" Sara said, kneeling by my side.
"I can't think straight..." I mumbled, too absorbed in the sensation coursing through my body like an electrical charge.
"Listen, George.... I've been thinking. I acted too rashly... We can make this work...." Sara said, gripping my hand. I sat up, and gazed into her eyes, a look of pleasure on my face.
Sara seemed to realise. "Oh... You're feeling...That way..." She said slowly, blushing. Her black hair seemed to shine in the moonlight, and she just looked so cute... I nodded, slowly. "I want you, Sara..." I said, wrapping my arms around her as I pressed my body against hers.
"I..." Sara said, stopping to think for a moment before she finished. "I want you too, George..." She admitted, wrapping her arms around me. And then... My new life began. That night, everything changed. That night, under the moonlit trees, we grew closer than ever before... And it stuck.
Maybe the change wasn't such a bad thing after all.
Maybe.
The temperature was getting slightly warmer as I ventured into the forest. I kept my head low, and my bow at the ready. It was getting dark, so I had to find a place to camp for the night soon. But I was getting close to the loot—I could feel it.
I walked quietly, my leather boots squashing the grass beneath me, as I sniffed the air for any signs of danger. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary—But somehow, I knew something was off. I could feel it in my bones.
That was when I first saw it—through the myriad of trees, there was some kind of unnatural formation, made out of wood. I couldn't discern it from this far away, so I moved closer, making sure to keep silent. I grinned, as it came into view; a shack, in a clearing! I began to wonder what kind of loot I'd find inside! ...Yes, I know, a handsome boy like me, a thief? Hey, a guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do—even if it meant stealing, and hunting to survive. Tough times call for desperate measures.
I inched closer to the shack. It looked a little run down, and it seemed quite old—it was a little overgrown, in fact. Chances were, nobody had lived there for years—however, that didn't mean there still weren't things to take!
I figured it was alright to take the risk and approach the front of the shack. It was quiet. Breathing out steadily, I approached the door, and grasped the handle, trying to pull it open. It was locked.
I frowned, and checked my backpack for supplies. Yes! My lockpicks! I grinned, and set to work, and within minutes, I heard a slight click. I grabbed the handle, and the door swung open at my command!
I put my backpack on, and ventured inside, placing my bow at the foot of the door, and drawing my pocketknife—just in case someone leapt at me. Even though it was dark inside, the light from the door illuminated it enough for me to see. There was an old, worn-down bed to my right, a writing desk in front of me, with a dusty mirror beside it, and an old chest to my left. The place was pretty bare, but the chest was what caught my attention.
I walked over to it, and bent down. There was a good lock there. I wonder—was the chest enchanted? Could I take the risk of breaking into it? ...Really, I had no choice. I needed supplies—I had been running out of food and money a lot quicker than I had anticipated, and the monsters out here were quite hard to kill, and offered little in the way of meat.
I got out my lockpicks again, and worked at the lock on the chest. It was a lot harder than the door, and it took a good half hour to get it open. I breathed out, happily, and opened the chest, to find—
--Nothing. Nothing at all. Not a scrap of gold, no scrolls, nothing. Zip. Nada. Zilch. ...However, I smelled something odd coming from the chest. Some kind of... perfume? Whatever it was, it's fragrance was divine. It smelt like a rose in the wilds, it smelt like fresh sea water, it smelt like... nature. I didn't know how else to describe it.
I leaned in for a better smell. However, then, I was close enough to see some kind of smoke coming from the bottom of the chest. It was wispy, and looked... Off. I'd never seen smoke like that before. I frowned, and shook my head. Something was wrong with this chest. I leaned away, and stood up—before feeling a wave of nausea rush over me. I staggered outside, to find the sun setting in the distance. It was later than I thought. Maybe I could camp here? It didn't seem all that dangerous...
That was when I began to feel odd. I felt like the world around me was getting bigger—or... Was I getting smaller? I glanced around nervously, before a pain struck my chest. I let out a yelp, and grabbed it with my hands. It felt a lot more sensitive than normal. And what's more, after a moment's pause, it felt like... It felt like it was swelling.
I shook my head. The feeling of nausea was receding slowly. A slight, pleasurable tingling sensation ran down my sides, as my waist seemed to shrink, while my hips seemed to push outwards. My butt felt like it was getting firmer, and larger, and my legs seemed a little longer than normal. I glanced down at them, running my hands along the smooth surface—the hair had gone!
"What's happening to... Ugh..." I said, but my hearing sounded off. My voice wasn't that high pitched, was it? No way. I moved my hands back up to my chest, to find that it had indeed grown. ...Were... ...Were these breasts? I didn't know what breasts felt like, so I wasn't sure...
My vision then grew blurry, and obscured. Something was itching at my eyes! I quickly whipped a hand up to it, and rubbed my eyes, before feeling strands of... Hair? My hair? I brushed it aside, and my vision returned.
My clothes felt loose—really loose. My pants had even begun to slide off, even with the belt that was supposed to hold them in place. My groin felt really itchy too, and like there was an immense amount of pressure pushing against it. It felt painful-- But also somehow pleasurable. I collapsed to my hands and knees, as sensations overwhelmed my body. My insides were changing, I could feel it. It made me want to hurl.
Then, an odd feeling rose from the root of my tailbone. It felt all twitchy, and sore. Something soft began to roll over my butt, and I felt the bone being... Extended? At about that time, my shoulder blades had begun to ache, and I felt something begin to press out, causing a further tightening of my shirt. I could see, what were definitely breasts, growing and swelling on my chest, causing my shirt to strain—it wasn't made for this body figure.
I heard a ripping sound, as new bones tore apart the back of my shirt, causing it to hang loosely once more. Feathers rained down on me—black, silky, soft feathers. The same colour as my hair. The pressure on my groin seemed to intensify now, almost like something was pulling it in. My breasts had finally stopped expanding, as the pressure almost seemed to reach a bursting point—before finally receding, causing a wave of harmony and pleasure to course through my body.
I collapsed onto the ground, panting. I didn't feel tired. I didn't feel sore. ...What I did feel, well... It was hard to describe. I didn't know what just happened—But I wanted to find out.
I stood up, albeit wobbly, and turned around. Feathers were everywhere. I shook my head, and headed for the mirror in the shack.
In the dim sunlight, I saw, staring back at me... A woman. She had fair skin, deep blue eyes, and long, flowing black hair that reached down to her waistline. She had incredibly feminine curves, almost profoundly so. Her chest was fairly large, something a lot of other women would envy. However, there was something fantastical about this woman, something uncanny. On her back, there rested birds wings. They were humongous—and accompanied by a fanlike tail, dragging along the floor. They fluttered energetically, as the woman smiled, realising the new possibilities that lay before her.
The woman was me.
This was the thief's reward. The reward that had laid in that chest.
My new life had begun.
Vacation. Wonderful, funderful vacation. Yes, yes, I know funderful isn’t a word. It should be.
I didn’t expect it to be so boring.
It was a stuffy, hot morning in the house we’d rented out for the next several weeks. It was the holidays, so none of us had to worry about college for a while. So our group decided to go to some remote place in America called Paralaya. No, that isn’t a made up name, I swear. Honest.
“Lorne. You’re terrible at picking vacation places.” Rina shot, as she sunk carelessly onto the couch, causing me to jump a bit.
“My mom never shut up about this place. Said it was so nice, and that there were so many things to do. Blame her, not me!”
“Must have been before all the tourist activities were shut down. Nearest town is twenty kilometres away. Bah.”
Eric poked his head over the kitchen bench, busy making breakfast. He grunted. “Well, we can hit up the local bars. See if there’s anything worthwhile.”
“Always the drinker, Eric.” May said, walking in from the shower, dressed in nothing but a bathing robe, and flopping on the other couch.
“May! Put on some clothes!” I said, eyes widening and glancing away, blushing furiously.
“Aw, it’s okay, we’re like family here anyway, aren’t we?”
“I-I’m glad you see it that way, but…. P-please.”
May gave a bit of a childish pout for a moment or two, before getting up with a groan and walking back into her room. “Fine, fine…”
Rina gave a bit of a giggle as she saw my face.
“What?!”
“Oh, nothing.”
I glanced over to Eric, who was also grinning a little bit.
“What?!?!”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“… Oh, whatever.”
We ate breakfast, and hit the town. We picked the first bar that looked relatively nice, and walked in.
We all ordered our drinks, and it wasn’t long before we had them delivered. I took a sip, and looked around the rather old timey decor of the place.
It was then that I saw him, sitting in the corner of the bar. He looked old, but his hair was a sleek black. Something was off about his eyes.
He caught my glance, and slowly looked upward, shifting for a moment on his stool, before taking a long swig of whatever beverage he was drinking. “Best not go out in the woods.” He said. His voice was not what you’d expect from that gruff image. It was a little higher than your average man’s, but not quite feminine.
I raised my eyebrow. “Why not?” I said, placing my hands on the bench in a businesslike manner. May leaned over, glancing between the man and me; which also got the attention of the others.
“Kalin. She’ll notice.” He paused for a moment, took another swig, before continuing. “She noticed me.”
“Who?” Eric queried, over his glass of lemonade.
“The forest goddess. A deity. Residing in her mighty shrine…”
May and I exchanged glances. I could swear I’ve heard that name before.
“He’s always going on about her.” The bartender lady said, glancing up from rubbing a mug. “Kalin’s touched the minds of a few people in this town… No idea where they get it from.”
“Keep talking like that and she’ll come to you.” The man laughed, before taking another swig, standing up, and walking to the door.
“Wait.” Rina said, sliding off of her stool and gingerly standing on the ground. The man paused, and glanced over his shoulder.
“Mm?”
“Where is this shrine?” Rina asked, folding her arms and putting on her serious face.
“About ten kilometres to the northwest of the Lumnai Street city exit. Normally.”
“…Normally?”
“It moves.”
“…What.” Eric said, flatly.
“See ya.” The man gave a dismissive motion of his hand, before exiting the room.
I folded my arms, and glanced to the others. “What do you think, guys?”
“I think we should check it out.” Rina said, giving a bit of a grin. “That’s what we’re best at, after all.”
Eric glanced between the three of us. “You serious?”
“… Eh. Could be a fun way to kill a day.”
“All in agreement say Aye?”
Everyone did.
“Alright, then. Let’s do this thing.”
We headed out of the bar after paying, and drove down to the exit mentioned. We parked our car thusly, and stepped out.
…An hour and a half later…
“I can’t believe this.” I said, gingerly, kicking the rock in front of me. “We’re LOST.”
“Alright, calm down, Lorne, we’re not too lost. We can get out of here. We just gotta think about it.” Eric was always the one who tried to keep the group’s heads cool. Even in times like these.
“My phone’s battery is dead.” Rina said, from beside me, sighing as he pocketed his old fliptop-phone. “Wouldn’t matter in the first place… There’s no reception out here.”
“Nearest cell tower is probably double the distance it took us to walk here.” May said, folding his arms and grimacing. Always the downer, May. But he had his good sides.
So there we were. A group of four, lost in the middle of the woods, with no contact to the outside world, on the search for a magical disappearing shrine for no reason other than it was something to do to spice up our days out here.
“We can try to retrace our steps.” Rina suggested.
“There’s no way that’ll work. We got turned around a few times, and this whole damn place looks the same.” May said.
“Unfortunately… You’re right. So let’s pick a direction and walk. One that feels right.”
“This way, then.” I said, and started walking immediately, picking what I thought was the way back, and the direction that from what I could see, seemed less hard to move through.
“Well. You heard the man.” Eric said, following. So I guess that means I’m the lead, for now. May folded her arms a bit, grimacing.
“Serves us right… Old wives tale.” Rina snorted a bit. I hated to admit it, but I was beginning to think she was right.
The woods began to grow a bit thicker as we went into them. The air around us started getting much more damp.
“…Is the climate here supposed to be like this?” Rina asked, rubbing her chin a bit as we climbed over some roots.
“Well… It is like this, whether it’s supposed to be or not.” I replied, dropping back onto the ground and dusting my hands off a bit, before turning around, and stumbling back into the root in surprise.
“What is it, Lor-- … Oh my god.” Rina said, glancing from me, to what I was staring at.
The rest of the group finished climbing over the root, and finally saw what we saw.
What appeared to be a single story building, in the middle of an overgrown, miniature forest clearing. It was built out of wood, and it had a very warm sort of decor to it. Two statues of a dragon rested beside the front porch. It had a very Japanese-ish feel to it all.
I glanced to the others. “… So uh…. …It may just be me. But that sure as hell looks like a shrine to me.”
They nodded.
“…Well. Just because it exists doesn’t mean the legend is true.” Rina said, beginning to walk briskly up to the building. “Team! Let’s investigate!” She pointed forwards dramatically.
“Well! You heard the woman.” I said, before following her.
We walked up onto the porch. I felt a little nervous around the dragon statues. Something about them was… Well. Menacing wasn’t the right word. They just had a sort of… Presence, around them. Something that makes you feel wary, almost. I adjusted my collar, and closed my eyes, finding myself muttering a silent prayer for safe passage to Kalin.
“… You okay, dude?” Rina said, placing a hand on my back.
I nodded. “Yeah. Just… Weird.” …I was never one for superstition. I didn’t even really believe in any particular ‘god’. But I felt like I was stepping onto sacred ground. Something rocking me right to the core.
It was unsettling. I didn’t want to continue. However, I could only find myself pressing forward. And knocking on the door.
“… Dude. Why are you knocking. There’s nobody he--” May started to say, before the doors slid open, as if on their own accord.
I glanced at her, and bit my lip a bit. “… It was… Probably the force of the knock?”
“Yeah. Yeah, keep your head on straight.” May nodded.
Eric went in first, pulling out his torchlight and flicking it on. It was rather dark inside. The interior was surprisingly bland and featureless. Not what you’d expect from a goddess shrine.
Slowly, we all filed in. It smelled rather dusty, and looked to be in a rather impressive state of disrepair. Rina was the last one in… And with her stepping inside, the doors SLAMMED shut, causing her to jump, and look around for the source of the noise.
Rina swore, turning around and gripping at the doorhandles, and started grappling with it. The doors didn’t budge—at all. It didn’t move in such an unnatural way—it was completely frozen in place.
I rushed over to Rina and tried helping her, but neither of us were able to make it move. “Damnit… Damnit!”
A sudden force blew us back from the door, into the others, causing us to fall onto the ground in a heap. … The air started getting thicker.
“What’s… Going…” I started, but I couldn’t find my voice anymore. I raised a hand up to my throat, and coughed for a moment or two, before I found my ability to cough had been replaced with slow, deep intakes of air. The world around me started getting hazy.
I felt my chest tighten. I squirmed on the ground a bit, twitching and trembling, letting out gentle gasps. Glancing over to the others, I saw them in similar conditions. Rina, the lithe, athletic woman, was clutching her stomach, doubled over in a fetal position.
Eric was clutching his crotch in a rather demeaning manner, pain clear on his face. It took me a moment or two of pondering that particular—before I felt it myself. A striking, intense pain, shooting up the base of my spine, causing me to cringe and grit my teeth.
I think I bit my tongue, because I started tasting blood.
May was writhing about, in what looked like absolute agony.
I barely had time to question what the hell was going on here, before I noticed something strange. We had all started to glow.
May was glowing a faint red. Rina was glowing a faint yellow. Eric a bright green.
I glanced down at my own body, raising up a hand to look. I was glowing pure white.
It was starting to become more than I could bear. I raised my hands up to my head, gripping it and curling up into a tight little ball, tears streaming down my eyes. The glow was intensifying. The room had begun to vibrate softly beneath me.
It turned out, I had been right to fear this place. No… Not fear. Respect. Fear… The fear came later.
Then, things started getting weird. It was as if the force of the glow had started penetrating my very being. … No. My very being was merely spreading out. I let out a pained squeak, quickly cut short once more. But there was something different about my voice. It felt… Higher, than normal. I clutched my throat, spluttering a bit. That was when I saw strands of hair from the corner of my eyes. My hair shouldn’t be that long. It never had been.
Oh god, now I was gagging on my own blood. I spit it out, gritting my teeth. But the pain in my tongue was no longer there. The taste of blood was now, merely an aftertaste.
I ran my tongue along my teeth. It was healed. My eyes widened.
That was when the searing pain intensified in my groin. I cried out in surprise, reaching down and gripping it, panting heavily. Except, what I felt… Was a strange nothingness. The area was completely flat. But… More than that. No. Not flat. It was… seeking inwards. Oh, god. A new feeling had arisen, buried under layers and layers of pain; pleasure. I let out a bitter squeak, closing my eyes and arching my back, as a strange warmness spread throughout my body. Within moments, the pain in my groin had faded—though it was moving upwards through my body, changing, rearranging….
I felt a pain surge through my chest. Pleasurable, but still pain. I wrapped my arms around it, curling up once more, shaking my head, wishing for it to be over, the locks of hair in my face increasing by the moment.
A loud noise erupted within my ears, followed by searing pain. I think I screamed, but I couldn’t hear myself, because immediately after, the only thing I could hear was white noise.
The next few moments became really hazy, like my senses were being assaulted on all sides. I couldn’t tell what on earth was happening. It was like this for what felt like a half hour, though was likely only a few minutes. Then… The sound in my ears started becoming sharper. And lower. I twitched a bit. The pain had numbed completely. But I could still feel that something was wrong.
Ambient noise began to fill my ears once more, as the sting of silence faded away. I heard myself breathing incredibly shakily, and haphazardly. The next thing to return was feeling. I could feel the wetness of the tears on my cheeks, and the sweat covering my body. I felt sticky. Icky. Like I’d waded through a pool of thick goop.
My eyes fluttered open. Everything was blurry. I blinked several times, feeling a twitching feeling atop my head. I grimaced. It took several moments for my vision to properly clear, and then I found myself just… Lying on the ground. I couldn’t bring myself to move around, because my body felt… Out of place. Like my mind was in the middle of rewiring itself to a new configuration. It was a strange moment of bliss serenity. Like I’d entered the middle of a storm. Ignorant of what came before; but wary of what came next.
So I waited. And waited.
But nothing came next. Just… Just more lying on the floor.
It took a nagging voice in the back of my head to remind me that I should probably start moving.
I let out a long, dry groan. I rolled onto my back, and gazed at the ceiling. There was hair in my eye. I hated hair in my eye. I raised up a hand to brush it aside… … That was weird. My hand. It was… Lithe. Smooth. I held it in front of my face for a further moment or two, tilting my head to the side as I tried to comprehend what I was seeing.
I’d been so happy that the pain was gone that I’d forgotten what it’d been doing to my body. What I didn’t know it’d been doing to my body.
I slowly sat up, feeling a new lightness to my body. In fact, it was completely effortless. I barely felt my own weight. My mouth slid and hung open for a moment or two, before I rubbed my lips together, narrowing my eyes a bit. The feeling had so stunned me that I’d forgotten what I was doing.
I shook my head a bit, which felt like I was shaking flies from my mind, and finally glanced downwards.
Well. That certainly explained things. My view greeted me with that of a rather attractive woman’s body. Well toned, and athletic. I was still in my old clothes. My pants felt much, much baggier, but my shirt was almost painfully tight—due to the large spheres resting upon my chest. I lowered my hands and cupped it. I felt the warmpth of my hands around that area, and gripped it a little firmer, pushing them together. Yes. I could feel that. Those were mine.
I squirmed a bit, feeling my cheeks flush red. That was when I felt a strange airiness behind me. I glanced behind me, quickly, and saw nothing. But it was there. … I lowered my gaze.
A tail.
…I blinked for several moments. Yes. I was seeing that. I was seeing a tail. It was large, and incredibly poofy, but with a jagged sleekness to it. I raised a hand, and reached out to touch it. The fur was soft. My hand sunk right in. … But that wasn’t all. I could feel it. Not just from the hand—but the touch, the touch sent new senses up my spine and into my brain, kicking the tail into gear, causing it to thrash about wildly for a moment or two, making me squeal and raise my hands up to the side of my head, cringing a bit in surprise.
I felt no ears upon the side of my head. That was even freakier than the tail. “They’re gone. They’re…!” I pat around my head, only to find triangular formations resting atop my head. The sensation of rubbing them sent tremors donwards—they were surprisingly sensitive. I ran my hand around and inside them, feeling a layer of protective fluff. But… Judging by the sounds I was hearing; they were, indeed, my ears.
Okay. So basically, I’d turned into some sort of… Animalwoman. I shook my head, shimmying backwards a bit, my tail curling around my body defensively. … The others!
I’d been so focused on myself that I didn’t even notice them lying there. I opened my mouth, wanting to say something to try and rouse them from an apparent slumber, but I couldn’t find my voice. I was too busy remembering how much it’d changed; it’d made me scared to use it. I bit my lip, and curled up, my newfound ears flattening atop my head as I gave a slight whimper.
…It was then that I noticed that the others had changed as well. Well. I’d FIGURED they’d changed, as I had. But now that I actually looked…
…Wait. There were three girls there. No sign of Eric. I glanced around quickly, looking to see if he’d wandered off somewhere—but then, I realised that what’d happened to me had probably happened to him as well. Instead, I started looking for someone with Eric’s features—His messy brown hair, and slightly tanned skin. Immediately, I found it; The extra girl.
So. I was right. I ran a hand through my hair, breathing out. He had similar ears upon his—her—head, though they were a lot more curved, while still being triangular, whereas mine were a little more pointy, from what I felt. They were the same colour as her hair… And the catlike tail that sprouted from her rear. She, however, seemed to be a bit more muscular than she used to be—though not to the point where she didn’t look remarkably feminine. Clothing-wise, she was in the same situation as I was. Her green sweater was tight at the top and loose at the bottom. Her blue jeans were incredibly baggy, and the tail had pushed them down ever so slightly… I averted my eyes upon noticing.
My eyes then landed upon May. She hadn’t changed TOO much. Her pale pink top was noticeably tighter than it was before. I presume that meant her figure had… Filled out, like ours had. Upon her back, however, the only really significant change, was a pair of tan, feathered wings.
Finally, Rina. She had also become slightly more muscular—more than Eric had. She was already a bit buff. Her hair also seemed a little longer. I shifted my head to the side a bit, shimmying along the floor to inspect her differences some more. I couldn’t notice anything… Unnatural, protruding from her body like the rest of us. I let out a deep breath. Whew. At least one of us was… … No. It was too premature to say that.
I let out a deep breath, starting to shake, as I attempted to comprehend what just happened to us. The goddess… The deity the strange man had mentioned in the bar. Kalin. Was she behind this? She had to be, right? I mean… We were all here. We’d all been changed. I hadn’t gone insane, had I?
I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I rose to my feet, stumbled backwards into the wall, and leaned against it, breathing heavily. I wasn’t used to my new balance. What’s weirder was that the tail, now I’d stood up, appeared to be able to rise to the height of my head. I flicked it about a bit, entranced for a moment or two by it’s motions, before shaking my head, and letting out a scream of frustration and helplessness.
I noticed Eric’s new… cat ears, I suppose, twitch at that. Uneasy silence seeped into the room, before a low groan came from the pile of unconscious bodies.
Clutching my chest in relief, I stumbled over to the group, legs shaking, my new body threatening to topple over with even the slightest misstep.
“Th’hell…” The voice was recognisable; May! She rolled over, gazing at the ceiling as I’d done not too long ago. …Then she let out a yelp of pain, as she’d rolled onto a wing! She jumped to her feet, stumbling forwards, and then falling onto her face again with an ungraceful thud. “What the heck?!”
She glanced over her shoulders… And saw what’d added the weight to cause her to tumble like that. Her eyes widened, a look of shock and awe upon her face. “You gotta be fuckin’ kidding me.” She said.
“May!” I said, stumbling back into the wall, and sinking down a little, biting my lip. Oh crap.
“… Who the fuck are you?” She said, glancing over to me. Her eyes widened when she saw the outfit I was wearing. “You can’t be—you’re shitting me.”
“I’m… I’m…” My legs were quivering, and I slid down more and more. “I’m Lorne.” … I felt my pants slide down my legs. I squeaked, straightening up and gripping the waistband, hefting them up and rebuttoning them. Goddamnit. And before, you were too friggin’ tight….
“I didn’t need to know what colour your friggin’ boxers were, man.” May picked herself up, trembling, pale.
“S-Sorry!” I said, quickly, cheeks flushing the brightest red, as I squirmed, in mental agony.
“So that’s really you, huh? Alright, then. Tell me something only you would know.” May demanded.
“I, uh, what?!”
“You have tits, dude.”
“Think I don’t know that?! Just look at Eric!” I pointed towards the catgirl that was presently sprawled across Rina.
May turned around, and immediately let loose with a string of colourful swear words. “Son of a bitch. Goddamnit. Those clothes. Goddamn. That hair. Fuckin’…. You’re not kidding, are you?”
I shook my head, biting my lip, and slid all the way to the ground, bringing my knees together. “… C…Can you try wake the others up?” I asked, quietly.
The newly winged woman grimaced a bit, stretching out her wings to their full wingspan and glancing at them from the corner of her eyes… Shaking her head a bit. I stared, in awe. “This is crazy, man. Crazy.”
“I know.” May said. She folded them in, and walked back over to the sleeping pair, stumbling in the third step, gripping her shoulders, wincing. I cringed a bit, before wrapping my arms around my knees and hugging into them, tail instinctually curling around my legs. God. I felt so… exposed, in this form. I didn’t know why. I bought my legs together tighter, tensing up and grimacing.
Eric was the first to wake. Her eyes fluttered open at the rubbing, and she rolled off of Rina. The weight shift in turn, caused Rina to stir. She stretched, and groaned.
…Eric screamed upon noticing her tail. A look of pure fear and confusion in her eyes. “What the FUCK?!”
“Ain’t that the truth.” May said, folding her arms and shaking her head a bit, closing her eyes, her face scrunching up in confusion.
Rina raised her hands to her ears. “Can y’all not shout so loudly? Jesus.” She said, shaking her head, blinking a bit, sitting up and rubbing her forehead.
Eric was flicking her tail about, eyes wide. She then set about rubbing a hand all over her body, in a paranoid frenzy. “This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening.” …Culminating in a grasp of her nethers, and then a yelp. Her eyes then darted over to me.
“…Are you….?”
I nodded.
“Jesus Christ….”
“…Who the fuck are you guys?” Rina asked, glancing between Eric and I. I shot her a glare. As did Eric.
May knelt next to Rina and whispered. Rina’s eyes widened. “…You’re kidding me.” May shook her head.
“… Oh god I see it no—You have TAILS. WINGS. HOLY SHIT.” Rina said, aghast.
“You got buff.” May replied.
Rina glanced down at herself… And squirmed a bit, folding her arms. She closed her eyes. “…I can’t… I don’t understand… It’s… … …more.”
May raised her eyebrows. “… If you say so.” She said, with a sigh. She sat down next to Rina, and put an arm around her.
So there we sat, for the next few minutes, a tense atmosphere seeping into the room. Rina had begun to pace back and forth, and Eric was in a state similar to mine. A question seemed to penetrate the air that none of us were willing to ask.
“…What now?” May finally spoke, gazing up at the ceiling.
“…We search the place.” Rina said, folding her arms. “There has to be something connected to this here. We need to find out why this happened.”
“And reverse it.” Eric said, quietly, into her knees.
“…Yeah.”
I grimaced, glancing to the side.
“…Well, come on, then. Nothing’s going to happen if you just sit around moping!” Rina snapped, walking over to Eric and offering a hand up.
Eric stared at the hand for a moment or two, and opened her mouth, words on the tip of her tongue. She hesitated, before then closing it, and nodded. “Right.” Eric reached upwards, and accepted the offered hand.
I glanced between them and May, before making a decision of my own. I stumbled to my feet. My legs wouldn’t stop trembling. I was in a worse state than Eric was—at least she could stand properly.
May put an arm around my back. I didn’t even notice her approaching me. “Need help?”
…I hated to admit it, but I nodded. She pulled me close, put an arm under my shoulder, and helped me get to my feet.
Rina glanced around the room, bringing her hands together. “Four doors.” She said. …Now that she mentioned it, there were doors here. Were they here before? I couldn’t remember. “Which one to check first?”
Eric thrust her finger to the door on the far right.
“Far right it is.” Rina replied, leading Eric towards it. Eric followed, though stumbled every couple of steps. May lead me, though I still found myself tripping over every step.
“’f it’s any consolation… You make a cute girl.” May said, quietly. I shot her a glare, which she seemed to take pretty harshly. I felt bad, but… I didn’t want to take it back.
Rina grasped the doorhandle, and turned it. The door opened with a slow creak. Inside, was a dim, candlelit room, with some sort of statue. … Statue of a hawk. May’s eyes widened.
“Check the other doors.” She said, quickly. “Leave this one open.”
“’f you say so, girl.” Rina said, turning around and walking the opposite direction. We trailed behind. I couldn’t stop trembling; but I was finding my footing. May was handling hers rather well—And Eric seemed to have become perfectly capable.
I swore.
“You okay, Lorne?” May asked.
“…just my nerves.” I lied. In truth, the fact that Eric had recovered so quickly and I hadn’t irked me. It was a selfish, petty thought, and I hated it.
“Don’t strain yourself. If you have to rest, it’s fine.” May said, gently. …I grimaced. And shot her a look.
“I said I’m –fine-.” I replied, and forcibly broke away from May, stumbling for a moment or two, but managing to stay upright.
May grimaced. “… Alright, dude. If you say so.” She said, bitterly, folding her arms and glancing away. God, I wish she wasn’t so damn cynical sometimes.
“And behind door number two…!” Rina opened it, to reveal… The statue of a cat! Immediately, Eric shuddered, stumbling backwards, as if hit by some unseen force the door had unleashed into the room.
“…I’m beginning to notice a theme here.” Rina said, shaking her head a bit, and without waiting, moved to the second to last door and opening it. I staggered over, nearly falling over myself, to get a view.
A fox statue.
Upon seeing it, I felt it’s eyes piercing into my soul. I gripped my chest and doubled over, falling onto my rear.
“Lorne!” Rina yelled, rushing over. I shook my head, feeling something surge, swell within me. A force so unbearable, yet so intricate and tied to the core of my very being…
…And then it was gone.
I rose to my feet, but my legs were no longer shaking. “… I’m fine.” I said, in response to the worried faces around me.
May and Eric exchanged glances. Rina looked from me, to the last, remaining door. She walked up to it, and her hand rested on the handle. She let out heavy breaths… Before turning the knob.
The door didn’t open. Instead, Rina staggered back from the door, lying flat on her back, sliding several feet before coming to a stop, shaking. A click could be heard from the door… Before a loud series of slamming occurred across the room.
I whipped my head around quickly—The other doors had all closed. Several clicks were heard. … And then the doors vanished.
The room darkened completely. … Then faded to an almost blinding white. … I looked around.
I was alone.
The white slowly sunk into a misty, swirling grey. A sudden presence filled the air about me. I placed my hands on my chest, my fists balled tight, as I took several steps backwards, slowly looking about the place, trying to see through the fog.
‘It’s so good to finally see you, face to face.’ A feminine voice spread through the air… No. It was coming from within.
“Who are you?” I asked, my voice shaky, fear and uncertainty swirling within me.
‘All in due time. But I suppose it would be unfair of me to leave our ceremonial meeting without a hint of what is to come.’
Part of the mist slid backwards, and I saw a silhouette. The faintest silhouette. Of a foxwoman.
‘You don’t need to say anything. Your look says it all.’
I opened my mouth, but felt the pressure of a finger against it’s lips. The silhouette had a finger pressed up against hers.
‘Understanding will come. The hard part is what comes next.’
I shook my head, giving a rather exasperated look. The woman giggled.
‘You’re so cute like that. It’s almost a shame it had to happen to you, really.’
“What’s going on?!”
‘Keep an open mind, cub. Question what you will learn. Critical thinking will keep you alive. Only show your true self to those who you trust.’
“Is there any reason you’re not telling me anything?!”
‘I’m telling you all you need to know, for my time is… limited. But fear not. We shall meet again. I shall leave you with a gift of good faith…’
…I felt something press up against my lips. Was this… … No. It was lips. Someone else’s lips. But the silhouette hadn’t moved, at all. A scent filled the air, that of sweet roses. The fog started closing in. My lips parted, and I pressed up against the unseen force, feeling a warmth spread through my body. My chest began to itch, as I felt my nipples grow hard… I was breathless. Truly breathless.
The fog now completely obscured my sight, billowing around me with an incredible intensity—but just for a moment, I saw a flash.
A flash of brilliantly striking red hair, alongside reddish, amber eyes.
And then I was flat on my back, staring at the sky. The smell lingered no longer; replaced with forest dew.
I inhaled sharply. I felt immobilized, for a moment or two, before the sensation faded away. I turned my head to the left. …The rest of the group was in a similar position. …I turned to the right.
Where the shrine had once been, it was no longer.
It’d moved.
Just like the man said it would.
Suddenly, without warning, it hit me.
'This might be the last time I see her!' I thought, worried. It was weird... My best friend, she was moving to another country with her parents.
I felt a slight pang of guilt in my chest, and then I knew that this was definitely going to be a bad day. Because I... I had to say goodbye. Sure, we'd IM, email, video chat, but it just wasn't the same... It felt like we were more than just friends, you know? I'd just been too shy to pronounce my feelings towards her...
"Adrian, you ready?" My mom called from outside of the building. We were going to see her to the plane... If only there was some way to convince her to stay. She seemed uninterested in me though, and I didn't want to get hurt... It was like, to her, all we could ever be was friends or something.
So, we picked Riona up from her friends place, and drove her towards the airport, where she'd meet up with her family.
The trip was... Mostly silent. We didn't really even need to say anything, we conveyed our feelings just with our looks.
"I just wish... We could have been more than just friends, you know?" I said, as we pulled into a parking lot.
"Umm... Yeah. That would have been... Nice." Riona said, looking away as she spoke, with a slight uncertainty in her voice.
"Well... This is your stop." I said. She nodded. "It was good that I got to see you once more, you know?" She said. I nodded. "Yeah."
So, farewells were said, friendly hugs were given, hands were shaken and in no time at all it seemed we were on our way home.
Dad decided to turn the radio on, and turned it to a cool rock station, probably trying to lighten my mood. I put on a fake smile to cheer him up, as we pulled into our driveway. Just before we stopped the engine and turned everything off, I could swear that I had heard the music on the radio come to an abrupt stop only to be replaced by the words "Emergency Bulletin! Emergency Bulletin!"
I shrugged it off as Dad and Mom didn't seem to notice, so we exited the car. I went straight to my room, lay down on my bed and sighed.
Why couldn't things have been... Different? I mean... Riona and I had been friends for almost three years now, and...
Suddenly, I felt a slight shiver run up my spine, and my entire body seemed to twitch a bit. My chest felt heavier, and my groin seemed to... I couldn't describe it even if I tried, and I'm sure you don't want to know either.
As quickly as it had started, it was over.
"Oh my gosh, Kevin!" Moms voice squeaked from outside of my door, and I instantly raced out. I felt... Smaller. Everything was awkward, and I couldn't...
"Y...You too, Adrian?" Mom said, noticing me. "...What do you mean?" I asked.
"...Girl." She pointed. I looked down, and almost screamed. I was... A girl. Completely female in every way. In about a minute, I had turned into this!
"I... I'm one too, son..." Another feminine voice said, and I turned around to see another girl in the clothes my dad had been wearing before. It was kinda obvious who s/he'd been a second or two ago.
So as it turned out, there was an airborne virus going around turning guys into girls. That was the bulletin we missed in the car, I suppose.
Then... Everything went back to normal, I suppose, aside from my new gender. At least 60% of the worlds male population had been affected before the virus disappeared, so the human race was far from gone, but a lot of people's lives were as they put it 'ruined'. Others seemed to be quite happy, and there were a few who were still unsure... Like me, for instance.
It was a brisk Friday morning when I received the phone call.
"Hello?" I spoke into the mouthpiece.
"Umm... Is this... Adrian?" A familiar voice said, unsure.
"Well I used to be... I go by Terra now..." I said, shuddering at the thought. I still wasn't used to the new body, and didn't expect to get used to it any time soon.
"So you were affected too..." The girl said.
"Yeah... Is this... Who I think it is?" I asked.
"Yeah, it's me. Riona. We're back... Dad decided it was a bad idea to move, so yeah... So you're a girl now, huh?" She said.
"Umm... Kinda."
"Adjusting well?"
"I... I don't know. Its weird..."
"Listen, I want to come over today, say at five? My dad... Err, 'mom', says it's okay..."
"Umm... Sure." I said. "Awesome! See you then!" She said, and hung up. What was with her and her sudden interest in me? It was almost as if... No, she couldn't have been...
So, five o'clock came around, and she was early. I walked up to our door at around quarter to five, and opened it to find her standing there eager to see my new body.
"Whoa. I... I'm at a loss for words. You're... You're HOT." She exclaimed. I wasn't exactly sure if she were kidding or not, but I let her in all the same.
So we talked together for a while in my room. It was like old times almost, as if she had never left.
"So... Do you... Like this? You know, being a girl and stuff." She blurted out.
"Umm... I... I don't have a choice not to, do I? I mean, it's weird... But you kinda get used to it..." I said, blushing.
Then, she kissed me. On the lips. 'Holy.... Moly... She's...'
"I just wanted to know what that felt like..." She said, pulling away, blushing.
"...Riona... Are you... Lesbian...?" I stammered. She blushed bright red.
"Umm.... Y----Yeah." She said, nodding.
"...So that's why you wouldn't go out with me before then?" I asked. She nodded.
"...Now that you're a girl, I realised that you are the perfect match for me... I think..." She stammered.
"So... You want to... Be my..." I said, unable to finish the sentence.
"Girlfriend. Yeah." She finished.
"Umm... I... I'm okay with that." I said.
"You're just going to accept it? Just like that?"
"Well... Yeah. I mean, you know I've been attracted to you since like, forever."
"Umm... Okay." She said, and then--- we kissed. It was the longest, most beautiful kiss I had ever endured... And from then on, we were together. It was weird at first, but as time passed, we got used to each other in that way.
You could almost say it was meant to be.
Yeah, along with me being a girl.
Right.
