(Man to Woman)





“Hey, wait up!”

“Hey, wait up!”

I hear a shout come from behind me and do a full revolution to see Jasmine, a good friend of mine, breathlessly trying to catch up to me. Truth be told, I’m kind of surprised she’s here at the mall alone. Jasmine normally has a whole posse of gals behind her while shopping, what gives?A grin reflexively widens across my face upon seeing her. “Good to see you, Jazzy!” I call out, using the nickname I’d given her years prior in response to her turning ‘Harrison’ into ‘Harry’.“Finally, I caught up to you!” Jasmine wipes some sweat off her brow before continuing, “do you wanna browse Victoria’s Secret with me?”“Victoria’s Secret?” I repeat. “Oh, uh, I’m not sure I’m really the type.”Jasmine giggles unexpectedly. “Really? ‘Cause that cute way you’re blushing right now tells a different story.”I open my mouth to protest; guys don’t have a cute blush like that! Only… wait, were my cheeks this warm before? Pulling out my phone to check my reflection on it’s screen, I’m stunned. How do I have that pink of a blush all of a sudden?“What the…” I breathe.“Oh, don’t worry about it,” Jasmine says as if able to tell I’m puzzled. “It really brings out the blue in your eyes!”Alright, now Ishe’s full of it. The whole blushing thing was weird, sure, but I know for a fact that my eyes are…“Blue!” I sputter, having seen my reflection in the mirror Jasmine’s holding up. “Okay, that’s really unsettling, actually. Why the hell do I look like that?”“I wouldn’t have been so rude about it,” she says while putting her mirror away, “but Iactually kinda wondering why you didn’t apply as much makeup this morning. It normally makes your face pop way more!"As soon as she says it, the taste of chemicals on my lips makes me gag instantly. A feeling of coldness around my eyes makes me force them shut, and reopening them, I can see black and blue in my immediate peripheral vision. Another bitter taste (and smell) assaults my senses, this time being clearly recognizable as lipstick: and a thick coat, at that.I’m wearing makeup!“Buh?” I stammer involuntarily. “Lipstick?!”“Yeah, I don’t know why you even use it, Poppy. Your lips are already so naturally gorgeous!”Yet another sensation rolls across my lips, and I’m horrified to realize that they’re starting to grow. My lips become far more saturated and pillowy, their fullness making them look permanently pursed and giving my expression a way-too-feminine look to it.“Hold on,” I manage to get out after noticing something, “why didn’t you call me ‘Harry’ just then?” Jasmine had called me ‘Poppy’, right? Was that just a slip of the tongue?“Hairy?” she echoes, a tone of misunderstanding in her voice. “No offense, Poppy, ‘cause I know you can act like a dumb blonde sometimes, but even you can see how your body’s the exactof ‘hairy’ right?”” The feeling of shockwaves in my brain stops my train of thought dead in its tracks. I feel weirdly… stupider, somehow, and I’m barely aware enough of my body hair completely disappearing to notice it gone. I regain cognizance after a few moments, and a mental fog descends onto my being. Why had I questioned her about my name, again? Now I feel like she got it right...“I… don’t know why I asked that, Jazzy…” I trail off, lost in thought. I hadn’t actually meany use her cutesy nickname, but something about how it sounds with my girlier voice makes me feel natural in using it.“Oh, were you maybe talking about those golden locks of yours?” Jazzy offers, still on the whole 'Hairy' thing. “That’d make more sense; I’m actually pretty jealous of that majestic hairdo on your head!”Whereas I normally had sandy blond hair appropriate for a guy, the sensation of it growing tells me that’s about to change. Silky strands of straight-up golden hair fall into my vision. If I didn’t feel enough like a Disney Princess before, I now certainly look like one.Just as my hair finishes lengthening past my shoulder blades, a guy walking past lands a harsh slap on my rear and calls out “nice ass, babe!” before shuffling away.Jazzy calls after him, angry on my behalf, as I get a sinking feeling I know what’s about to happen. Sure enough, my ass begins to swell and expand almost instantly. A pair of red lace panties replace my male underwear and lodge themselves deep between my plump cheeks, eliciting a soft moan from my lips.They surprising fit better than my old pair, but I know that’s only because my bosom now exceeds the standard male measurements for size. This thing must be XXL size, at least! And that’sany extra poundage from fat. The way my booty jiggles when I move it is somehow… mesmerizing....why did I just think of it as a ‘booty’?“Ugh, so sorry that happened just now,” Jazzy says, bringing me out of my trance. I can’t put it to words, but my attention span seems almost flightier. “Ignore him, Poppy. Men can be so disgusting! So glad you’re nothing like him…”I’m about to question her about what all's happening but find myself latching on much more closely to what she’d just said. Menbe disgusting! The realization causes a rift in my brain, with icky boyish thought being overwritten with more womanly thoughts. Fantasies involving men are all I can seem to remember, and… were the group of guys in the food court always such hunks? Oh, they’re athletes! That would explain those hot pecs of theirs — not to mention their abs!While gawking at their muscle, I feel something in my groin that comes as an all-too-real wakeup call: the quiver of a certain new organ. Only…it ‘new’? The feeling of it down there is perfectly natural, and yet I can’t help but feel something’s off…Jazzy unexpectedly leans in to whisper in my ear. “Between you and me, though, that outfit gives you a hella sexy midriff.”I look down to see that, as she said, my belly had begun poking out of my shirt due to the strain of my ass on my clothes. But I know that isn’t what she meant. Before my eyes, not only does my gut disappear into itself, but my top undergoes a complete transformation.My T-shirt shortens to a provocatively-worn yellow crop top, whose bottom two buttons part to reveal my navel. I wince as a stabbing pain goes through it to give my belly button a complimentary red piercing.The weirdest part is that somehow I can tell that I look… well, sexy! Knowledge of fashion rules, color coordination, and what the hell a ‘couture’ is all hammer my brain at once. I even look at what Jazzy’s wearing and bite back a criticism of her choice in skirt.I feel a tap on the shoulder and spin around to see a girl standing in front of me. “Hey there”, she says rather kindly, “I overheard that creep just then, what a jerk! Don’t let him get to you, just see it as a compliment to those beautiful leggings of yours, alright hun’?”My sweatpants immediately constrict and tighten around my legs to form skinny jeans. I have no problem with it, though — their faded blue look is the perfect match to my top! My hips jerk forward on their own volition and make me stumble a bit on my feet. I regain composure to see that my jeans hadn’t just made my legs slimmer, but my waist is now in supermodel-like proportions to the rest of me!“Couldn’t agree more,” another girl chimes in from nearby. “Your clothes are, sister! Those shoes tie everything together!”I almost protest — these shoes were bought at Foot Locker literally 20 minutes ago — but end up swallowing it upon seeing a pair of white high-heels covering my noticeably smaller feet and ankles. This is all going too quickly, and I can almost feel my brain getting lost in the confusion.A man reading a newspaper behind us loudly clears his throat. “So sorry to disturb you disturbing me, ladies.” he snarked, having clearly overheard everything, “but we all know you women can’t see their shoes past their tits!”Even though I may have actually laughed at this in the past, I can’t help but take it as a deeply personal attack. “H-Hey!” I weakly rebut, a stutter having entered my voice when I noticed how whiny my voice now sounded.The man snickers. “Hah! By how offended you sound, I can only assume I was right! I bet you got a pair of triple-H’s on ya chest, am I close?” he says, not even bothering to turn around to check." I’m tugged forward by an invisible force as my chest begins to feel heavier, and heavier, and heavier, until I eventually have to adjust my stance not to fall over. The sensation of the my top tightening its silk threads is so euphoric that my eyes can’t even stay open, meaning I have nothing but the sudden feeling of a silk bra to inform me of my new support system. Upon opening my eyes, the first thing to meet my vision is a rack of two bulbous flesh mounds: HHH breasts, just like the guy had said.“I’m glad I got to play guess-the-bust with you, but if you broads could move along that’d be great, I’m trying to concentrate.” The man returns to his newspaper.As I begin cupping my sensitive tits out of curiosity, another man, whose sexy bulge is the first thing I notice about him, comes to my defense. “Yo, why you gotta be such a jackass, man? Sure, her bod’ is hot as hell, but she doesn’t show it off it in search of dicks like you!”I hadn’t even thought it possible, but my body becomes even more conventionally attractive. Everything from the most imperceptible pores on my nose to the hardest-to-see blemishes on my inner thighs all clear, leaving skin and indeed a body that I soon can’t help but want to use on other men.But then something happens that I’m truly not expecting: more people join in. A full-on horde of people gather around me, each throwing out remarks at a rapid-fire rate in an effort to comment on me.“I’d give anything for such a perfect nose!” a female voice calls out, and I can almost feel the snot disappearing from my nasal passage as my nose begins to look far more button-like on my face.“I’d rather get the name of her manicurist!” another woman calls out. Memories of countless visits to the nail salon fill my head, as well as the knowledge of how to perform manicures on my tiny hands. My nails elongate in accordance, and looking at then makes me wonder if lavender was really the best paint choice for this outfit. Should I have gone with aqua, I wonder?“That bitch be thicc as hell, dude!” a male voice calls out. My thighs widen ever so slightly, completing an hourglass look that I hope the men in the crowd will fawn over. Sure enough, I see the guy who made ‘thicc’ comment clearly hiding a hard-on for me in his pants, and nothing makes me hornier than imagining him slowly inserting his sollid, throb-Holy mother of… what am I doing? This is all wrong! I don’t know how, but…, none of this is right all of a sudden!“How can you call someone so dainty an innocent a bitch?” a second female voice says, and I’m suddenly in a sensible enough state of mind to feel the full effects of her remark.My height drops a seemingly infinite amount, the crowd becoming more and more intimidating with every inch off my height lost. By the time I stop shrinking, my best estimate puts me at 5’1”. More changes continue to rock my being, but this time, they’re mental.I can almost feel my personality slipping through my fingers as seconds pass. My interests change from video games, astronomy, and watching porn to shopping, social media, and — to my absolute horror —porn. Even my obsession with Marvel is deemed too boyish for my new self, as posters of BTS soon catch my eye in a shop close by.“By the way she walks, that hottie’s asking for it,” a second male voice says in response to the earlier girl’s question. My attempts to step away from the crowd are met by it simply moving with my advances, and it’s only after a good while spent walking that I realize I’ve been subconsciously adding a seductive sway to my hips when doing so. Also, why am I intentionally jiggling my ass and boobs now? It feels nice, but… no, dammit, it shouldn’t!It’s all too much to take. Any more of this and I may just lose my entire grip on reality. A slight cower comes about my posture, inciting a particularly destructive comment from a passerby:“God, I envy her. Too much of a ditz to know how good she’s got it: being the holder of a perfect body with every chance to use it on guys.”I blink. They actually have a point… I think? I don’t really know, thinking is hard sometimes, y’know? All I know for, like, totally certain and all is that these people are being awfully nice to give me so much attention. I giggle a bit, and Jazzy looks at me encouragingly. This crowd can only dream of having my body! Supple bosom, perky tits, pouty lips: I’m hot as fuck! Why would I think about anything besides putting that to use?I stand up from my crouched position, giggling harder when my boobs knock about from the motion. Catcalls are thrown my way and I send a suggestive few winks back; I know how to tease a crowd! I know I’ve got an awesome body! But most importantly? I know how to use it!In one flourish, I rip off my outfit and flaunt my stuff, ready to show appreciation for these onlookers’ compliments.