Ben thanked the employee, and walked to the backroom of the hobby shop. His heart beat fast from behind his blue t-shirt, legs trembling under his cargo shorts.

“Trust me, they’re the nicest people I know,” his sister Della had said. “I’ll let them know you’re probably stopping by, so please show up.” He sighed; he didn’t have a reason to say no. There was nothing to lose, and he did long for some form of companionship. It’d only been a month since he started college, yet he felt even lonelier than his grade school years.

Once he approached the room, he felt unsure of himself. Seeing a tiny window in the door, he decided to look through it.

His heart nearly burst at the sight of the small group of girls surrounding a large table, huddled over papers as they talked with each other. Dice and snacks littered the table, and there cardboard screen that had the words “Dungeons and Dragons” in its distinctive red font at the head. They looked very close with the way they interacted, with each one conversing with a comfort in their eyes.

He couldn’t do it. His mind drew a blank when it came to DnD. He feared he would be too troublesome to the group as they wasted time describing it to him.

Plus, he didn’t feel comfortable around girls, nor guys for that matter. He always felt like he was in an awkward, unnamed middle. Often times, he would imagine himself with the curves and clothes that girls had, but those fantasies were always short-lived. In those few moments though, he felt more comfortable than his reality, something that just confused him even more.

He started to leave before one of the girls looked up and looked in his direction. Her stunned eyes in turn stopped his movement, gluing him to the door. It was this sudden pause that caught the two others’ attentions.

“Welcome!” one yelled out, jumping up from her seat. He backed away from the door before it was slammed open by her thick arm, the rest of her figure taking up most of the doorway. The girl was most definitely heavy, her red sweater outlining her soft form. An innocent smile formed on her round face, complimented by bright eyes and messy red hair that hugged her soft cheeks.

Before he could say anything, she yelled out, “My name’s Emily and welcome to our little group are you staying long or are you just checking things out we have snacks if you're interested and...”

Ben stepped away, barely able to keep up with the words being spewed out.

A hand on Emily’s shoulder stopped her barrage of words and she looked behind her. It was only for a second before she turned back. “S-sorry,” she said, her energy seeming disappearing, “I, um, get overexcited sometimes.”

Ben forced out a smile, saying “I-it’s fine. I’m not the best around people either.”

The stout girl smiled at this and went back inside, replaced by a tall, thin girl. “Sorry about that, she’s a handful sometimes.” She brushed her black hair back behind her ear, and held out her hand. “Anyways, the name’s Laura.” Her eyes were soft from behind her large, circular glasses, helping Ben feel a bit more comfortable. This was helped by her hoodie and sweats, making her seem and feel easygoing. Moreover, when she talked, Ben noticed her braced teeth from behind her thin lips, somehow adding to this atmosphere she created with her appearance.

Ben hesitantly took her hand, feeling a little envious on how soft and delicate it felt. “Um, Ben.”

With a few shakes, the two separated and the thin woman said “You Della’s bro?”

“Y-yeah, I am.”

“Sweet. So you’re here to join in on the game?”

“ I… I think so,” he said, curious as to why his sister would want him to meet these people.

"Well, come on then," she said, turning back into the room. He followed, his fear lessening once he stepped through the door way.

He headed to their small circle of desks. “Take any open seat,” she said while she moved back behind the cardboard screen. “Feel free to take anything you want,” she said, gesturing to the pile of snacks and drinks in front of them.

He took a bottle of water as he sat next to the girl who first saw him. Her short white hair certainly made her stand out, and she seemed to be shorter than Emily by a few inches. The clothes she wore were simple, being a grey sweater and striped leggings. Her legs were crossed on her chair as she leaned a sketchbook against the table. She scribbled into it, the contents unknown to him. Her face, despite being dotted with acne, was certainly cute.

He couldn’t stop staring at her; something about her just drew him to her, something he couldn’t quite place.

Her eyes took a quick glance over, surprising him. All he could do was force a smile and wave a little before her entire face turned red, and she turned back to her notebook, the pencil moving faster than before.

“That’s Jess,” Laura said as she handed him a bottle. “Not much of a talker, but once the game gets going, that’s where she really shines.” She nodded to Emily, who placed a sheet and pencil in front of him as well. “Which reminds me, ever create a character for DnD before?”

He took a look at the sheet, the different spaces meaning little to him. “N-no, sorry about that.” He took a swig of the bottle, surprised by how sweet it tasted.

A pang went through his head. With another glance, he understood what those different spaces meant, and what he was supposed to do.

"Oh, do you need help," Emily asked, her smile hiding her knowledge.

He took the pencil in hand, and said with confidence, “I don’t think so. Can I have some D6s though?” Then he talked to Emily and Jess, “And what are your characters about? I need to know what the party needs.”

Laura handed him the requested dice, and his pencil flew across the paper, filling out the details that were suddenly pouring out of his head. He was so focused that he didn’t feel his hair growing longer, changing to a deep blue, nor that he was slightly shrinking in his seat.

As soon as he finished, he took another swig of the water just as Laura asked the group, “Everybody ready?” He wanted to say yes, but a pain shot through his eyes, making him have to hold his head. When he opened his eyes again, it was like everything was slightly out of focus. He could make things out if he squinted, but it wasn’t ideal.

“Here,” said a soft voice next to him, placing something in front of him. His hands grabbed at it, and he realized they were very large glasses. He slipped them over his eyes, and everything became much cleaner, though he wasn’t sure where they had come from. At the same time, a tingle rippled through his face, causing his features to soften. His chin and cheeks became smaller and more rounded. Eyes shrunk, eyebrows thinned, and lips plumped (though not by much) in an instant.

They went unnoticed as he felt like he was being stared at. He turned to find Jess, and instead of the two people looking away, each tried hard to say something. Jess tried to say something, but the words never quite made it out of her mouth. The same went for Ben, struggling to get even a sound out of his feminine mouth.

Laura coughed, bringing to two’s attention back up to her. “You guys ready?” she asked, eliciting a “Yes” from the two. Realizing what they did, they turned to their sheets, each one with heat in their face. Ben scratched his face, barely registering that the few bits of facial hair he had receded, leaving behind smooth skin.

“Awesome. Time to start the game. Firstly, list off your characters and-”

“Ooh, I’ll go first,” interrupted Emily.

Ben rolled his eyes and said, “Oh boy, here comes the barrage,” not noticing his voice getting higher in pitch.

Jess snorted at this, and she instantly covered her mouth in horror. She eased up once Ben smiled at her.

Emily shot a frown at Ben, though it quickly devolved to a series of giggles. “Alright, fair enough.”

And so, with Emily as the Lightfoot Halfling Bard Bree, Ben as the Human Paladin Arizima, and Jess as the High Elf Blood Huntress Meriele, the campaign began with a summons to a town, frozen in ice.

As the night wore on, Laura guided the odd trio through her one-shot campaign, leading them to an ancient fortress of ice. Her words captivated the party, bringing to life the scenario she had cooked up for the night.

At the same time, Ben changed even more. He got smaller in his seat, reaching Emily’s height, while his body became distinctly feminine as shoulders shrunk and limbs thinned. His clothes however did not become loose; on the contrary, they started to stretch as he drank and ate the drinks and snacks, keeping him comfortable even as his body gained respectable womanly curves.

Still, she did not notice as she got invested into the game. Her character became one with him, and she was soon addicted to the fights, the loot, the quest for her holy justice.

Sure, she got into fights with Meriele due to her borderline vicious attitude, but there was an understanding that the two just wanted evil gone from the world. In fact, outside the game, the two became more comfortable with each other, Jess talking more and more without worry, and Ben being more attracted to the girl.

In fact, she started to become more in tune with the group. She interacted with the group as if she’d known them all her life. In fact, she even noticed the glances Laura would take with Emily, though she didn’t comment on it; it felt like an open secret kind of thing.

Many hours later, the main bad is slain, and the party barely gets away before they could drown underneath the icy waves. Bea leaned back in her seat, adrenaline leaving her body tingly. “That was amazing!” Her fingers grabbed a few chips and stuffed them in her mouth, needing something to exert her energy on.

“Glad you liked it,” Laura said. “So, what do you want to do now?”

Bea chased down the chips with a gulp of water, her blue hair growing down her back, though it was heavily unkempt. “I think I would continue to travel, keeping my pact close to me.”

Emily said with a mouth full of treats, “Can I come along? You seem fun and like my music.”

“I don’t see why not.”

“I wanna come too!” Jess blurted out, surprising the others. She reeled back, saying softly, “I-I mean, I just think I need someone to keep my actions in check that’s all.”

“Oh, is that really all,” Laura teased. Jess’s face, for the umpteenth time that night, turned red as she fell silent.

Bea smiled and said, “While I do disagree with your tactics, I do admit I have grown fond of you, and would like your company as well.”

“Th-thank you.”

Laura clapped her hands, bringing everybody’s attention. “Well, that seems like a good place to wrap-up for the night.”

Bea looked at the clock, and was a little shocked. “It’s that late already?”

“Time flies when you’re having fun,” said Laura.

“Yeah I guess so,” Bea said as she got up. For the first time that night, she felt different as her legs carried her unfamiliar weight. She looked down, surprised to see a body she did not remember, wearing clothes that she didn’t own. Her T-Shirt had slimmed down, adding a graphic of Mega-Man various Robot Masters to its front, while a long navy-blue skirt covered her legs. She shook her chest, feeling the new weight of the breasts that were held within her new bra. She walked, drowning in the intoxicating feeling of her curved hips swaying with each step. Her long blue hair bobbed as she walked back and forth, the locks frayed from the lack of care.



It took a while before she realized that something was missing down there. But she did not panic as she was absorbed in how everything felt in her new body.

It all just felt right.

"You okay there,” asked Emily, breaking her out of her trance.

Bea smiled. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

As they cleaned up, the girls distracted Bea with questions, and she delighted in making use of her newfound knowledge of anything geeky, with a lean towards the electronic side of things. This caused her to miss Emily packing all the snacks into a small purse, and stay unaware of Laura shrinking all the game items and stuffing them into her pocket. The two did panic when Bea looked through Jess’s sketchbook at her permission, but they calmed down when she attributed the seemingly moving drawings to her skill in the craft. This was something that Jess took great pride in as she took the sketchbook back.

Once they were finished, they headed out the door, Bea leaving them for the college.

She made it a good distance before a voice came from behind her; "Wait up!" it yelled. She turned around to see Jess, out of breath with a water bottle and her sketchbook. She stopped to let the girl catch up with her. Once she did, she was severely out of breath. “Sorry, I…I just thought that… I could walk you home… or something,” she said in-between attempts to calm herself. She downed some of the water, reliving her dry throat for the moment. Bea saw through the excuse as an attempt to spend more time with her. And honestly, she wanted the same. “Sure, I could use the company.” Jess, still trying to get her breathing under control, followed Bea. She gripped her sketchbook to her chest, her nerves getting the better of her. “Not much of a runner?” Bea asked, trying to calm the noticeably tense girl. “No, I get tired easily.” “Oh. Do you want to take the bus then? It's pretty far away.” With a few deep breaths, loosening her nerves, Jess said, “No, I think I’d prefer the scenic route.” She bounded past Bea with and looked back. “It’ll take longer too.” Bea grinned and sped up her walk to catch up.

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