LIKE A METEOR (SUISEI TG) - PART 1

It was a night like most nights, in a bar like most bars. People of all shapes and sizes mingled about, some with friends while others in their lonesome. Nothing much out of the ordinary...

...except for one particular person taking his time in his car, who sat inside his car at the side of the street, aiming a particular look at the front mirror. He looked left and right, hoping that nobody could see him inside. I could have just changed at home…..he pondered before he thought of something far more important. In particular, his plan for tonight. See, he has a very particular power and was warming up to use it. He had done...various semi-related things like this before, but tonight was gonna be a new one.

He looks back to the bar on the corner of the street. This time, the people inside will become his new target. His name is Alva, and he's a shapeshifter. Since he gained this ability on his 21st birthday, he's been able to change into anyone he wants with a visible thought. There’s no explanation that came with his power, but with what he’s capable of, he saw gold on the water. With it, he has used his ability to sneak inside stores and take a few items for his living, changing into anyone else frequently to avoid getting caught. He has also used it to prank his friends and family, who both have no idea about his new-found ability. It's hard to get used to, remembering the first few attempts causes him nothing short of a trouble, but now, he's pretty confident in his ability to at least charm someone into giving him free money and drinks to spend his night.

Of course, the method by which he was gonna do this was something he had not tried before, a border not yet crossed. He was admittedly nervous about it—he didn't even want to state it clearly in his head in case that made him chicken out—but some part of him was also excited too. Fingers crossed the experience is, at least, interesting.

He thought back on the list of characteristics he was going for. There are many ways he could be going for, which forms would be most appropriate and how he should proceed with the imagined persona. It was days of preparations and lots of scrap money he gained from his little theft, but he finally got it.

He pulled down the rearview mirror, angling it so that he could see his eyes. Let's start off slow, something to get the muscles going. Girls have long eyelashes, right? Maybe he should try 'pulling' his out.

And so, he tried to imagine a long pair of eyelashes. He’d seen it before and pictured an image of the features springing out of his body, its thin hair compared to others an easy change to be done.

He closed his eyes, and with his imagination in mind, slightly tighten his facial muscles to specify the part of the eyes. With it, the eyelashes began to lengthen in place, its fast growth something to be expected. Once he opened his eyes again, he could clearly see the result of the changes in the mirror.

Easy, he thought to himself

"Perfect" he talked to himself. His eyeballs come next. With the new additional sizes of his sockets, he can easily enlarge his eyes to the desired size. All he needs is just a little push. Imagining the pair more clearly, the very basic components of his eyes began to grow. The fibrous tunic expands in its diameter, followed by the retina of the inner layers. Others followed as well, giving him a breath of relief as his eyes finally fitted onto the new sockets. But there is one more thing that isn’t addressed.

ZAPP!

A slight shock in his eyes rocked his body as the optical nerves rearrange themselves to fit the new mould, hereby expanding his eyesight more than before.

“That…….is expected.” He said, blinking his eyes a few times to calm down his senses. The eyes are always the sensitive ones.

He blinked a few more times, trying to get that shock out of his system. The tingle from that slowly faded away, and Alva looked back up to the rearview mirror, ready to inspect his new eye—

"Oh whoops." he murmured to himself, "Forgot to change the eye colour."

Indeed, his eyes were now quite larger and rounder than before, an attribute that looked a bit off in his still male face, but the more noticeable aspect was that his irises remained a normal brown. Usually, he wouldn't mind that, but he had a particular look in mind, and he wanted to make sure that followed through precisely.

He looked into his own eyes. focusing on this specific change, and sure enough, a bright blue colour started to bleed from the center outwards, a small dot of color slowly growing bigger, taking over the dull brown. It made his eyes...almost itchy, something he'll just have to deal with.

He doesn't have to make it all deep blue. Just a darker shade of blue that accentuated the beautiful vibes he is looking for. He heard from someone that blue eyes are the things for men now, however true that is. What matters now is that he's about to have a beautiful pair of eyes that would definitely fit in the image of the ideal lady he's looking for.

When he looked at the mirror again, he was impressed with her pristine diamond blue eyes that he has now, closer to an angel than a normal human. That's what he's looking for so everything is all fine.

Exactly as planned.

He now had dazzling, beautiful blue eyes...that looked horrifically out of his place in his current face. It just looked so...off, and he couldn't figure out if that made him feel more anxious or excited about what he was planning to do.

In any case, since he started with the eyes, he figured he would continue with the closest thing; the nose. He almost wished he didn't have to close his eyes to concentrate, but he wanted to make sure he got the face exactly right. He visualized how he wanted it to look, a sharper, pointier design, and already the cartilage was beginning to simmer from his nose, fizzling and dissolving into who-knows-where.

He had planned for his nose to be a bit smaller to emphasise on the cuteness aspect of the face, so he tried to morph the cartilage to be a lot more sharper, shrinking down the breathing hole to achieve this goal. It's a bit off weird, because the inside will not be happy with the slow changes, and he has prepared a few tissues and water to blow off his mucus. The funny sensation that followed soon enough come to him, ending the transformation with a far more sharp edge to his nose, its size and shape quite different than his old one.

Luckily, it seemed like the tissues weren't necessary, as barring some inner itching there wasn't much of a mess that was made. He now had a little point of a nose, the discrepancy on his face all the more blatant. That was a problem he figured he had solved after a couple of changes, but he supposed because this change was so new it was coming back. Eh, he'll brute force past it.

He moved onto the mouth, figuring this would probably be the most unpleasant part of the whole thing. The lips weren't the issue here; he allowed them to slowly puff up, though not to an exaggerated degree. He wanted them to be noticeable, but not blatant.

No, it was the mouth that he wasn't particularly excited for. He had already given himself a perfectly straight pair of teeth just for quality-of-life purposes, but with what he was imagining, he just had to...compress his skull a bit. That would probably change a bit of his cheeks and chin too, he'll go along with it as it comes.

A tight squeeze soon follow. He has to make sure the changes don't affect his brain and eyes by any means, lest he enters a world of pain. The skull area has always been a lot more complicated even if it’s an easy part as his own power derives from his brain. So that’s why no matter in which form, he has to take it slowly rather than the other parts.

He could feel the compression of his skull affecting all parts of his face. A little discomfort, but it’s working perfectly. The shifting bones work at full speed to catch up with the imagination of the planned face reconstruction. Before long, his cheekbones has become a lot rounder, and the flesh that covered his skin layered up onto the cheeks and gave an appearance of a plump texture. The same could be said about his chin which is getting a lot sharper, cutting off the flat chin that has become a hallmark of his life. What came after the series of changes turn his face closer to a girl with its feminine features displayed on the mirror in front. With plump cheeks, a heart-sized face, and a sharp chin, in no way people would mistake him for a boy like this.

But there is another part he needs to change as well.

His lips went a little bit puffier and redder, giving up the appearance of a young woman with his gorgeous lips, which completes the face changes he’s set up

“Yosh!”

There, looking right at him through the rearview mirror, was the prettiest girl he had ever seen. There was just the right balance of different sorts of femininity to her; she looked cute but also confident, her eyes were dazzling with beauty as well as determination, and she had a perfectly sized pair of lips that wasn't begging to be kissed, but embraced.

The girl in the mirror smiled, then smirked. She had been nervous as hell about this before, and she still was to an extent, but seeing the fruits of his labour coming to fruition was definitely the confidence boost. He was....She wa-

"Ah."

His still male voice sounded a singular word as he noticed a striking flaw, his hair was still the plain short black hair that he usually adorned with. Well, that wouldn't do. He willed the roots of his chair to change color, now looking intently at them instead of closing his eyes to focus. He wanted them to grow, to change!

Surely enough, the hair roots began to change, their old dirty black is quickly replaced by a cerulean blue, almost like a natural dye is splashed onto his head. In quick succession, the  blue hair dominated the head, almost fully changing the natural color of his hair.

But it isn't simply the color that changes. Along this time, his hair grew out of the shortcut, its silky material falling down below with no respite of rest. In one big swoop, his hair has descended down his shoulders, his back almost covered by the azure blue hair that he has lengthened for his own sake.

"Much better"

The simple hair-down look looked great on her—not much wouldn't—but she had another idea, and this time no shapeshifting would be involved. She reached to the back of his car, grabbing one of the assortments that he had bought specifically for this occasion; a hair scrunchie.

He wasn't the best at tying up hair, and by that, he meant that he had never done anything close to it before, but it seemed simple enough. He grabbed his new hair and held it to the side, looking at the mirror as he tried to tie them up into a side tail. It wasn't the most common of looks, and that's why he wanted to go for it.

And ease, he managed to put on the scrunchie, though it looked a little bit disorganized. First time for everything, eh?

Looking in the mirror now, he only sees a beautiful blue-haired girl in front of him. His azure blue eyes and plump lips give the vibes of an ethereal woman coming from the heaven, pushing him into a fantasy where the same exact girl would try to charm him with her almost-perfect appearance.

Blushing from watching his own transformed face, Alva looked the other way, thinking far too much about a simple catfishing. “Ugh…what’s wrong with me-” he pulls back his words.

Ah, he hasn’t changed his voice yet.

Can’t have that now.

This was gonna be a bit of a new one. He had rose his voice up in pitch before, but never to the extent where it would be unmistakable as a girl's voice. He slowly moved his hands up to her throat, placing his thumb right on the Adam's Apple.

"Testing."

Yep, that was still his voice. Thinking of the best way to go with this, he started to...rub on his Adam's Apple, pushing it down slightly as he did so, to see how that'd work.

The organ itself didn’t put any resistance to the push, slightly shrinking with each moment.

“Mhhmmmm….” a lighter voice hummed.

“Hmmmm……”

The organ has completely disappeared, which Alva has felt from down his throat. It’s a good idea to try this again.

“Testing…testing……” a very light voice, one divorced from his original one, spoke out of his mouth, fully accomplishing his goal for a girlish voice. “Ah, this more like it!”

Purring over the voice, he tried to speak even more, “I think this is good enough for a voice! Maybe I should get a lot deeper, but naaaahhh! Maybe those drunkards like it if it’s cute!-Ah, this is good, too good!

So his voice wasn't that high, but it was unmistakably feminine. It was like the perfect concoction; she could sound cute but also determined, demure and also confident. She was sure she could hook anyone with this voice!

He admired his handiwork for a few moments, using his still male fingers to poke and prod his face before he figured he should probably get going. And as he looked at the appendages before him...well, these would start just fine, won't they?

Repeating the same steps as before, he imagined his fingers to be small, dainty and soft just like a pure maiden, untainted by any scars or hard work in her life. Gladly, the pair of hands  morphed, following the commands of the brain with ease.

In slow succession, the fingers shrink from their original size, and their fat and bone dissolve as the flesh of the fingers reconstruct itself, purging itself from any impurities he has accumulated in life. The rough and hardened skin melts away, giving the skin a far more soft texture than before. The nails themselves also changed to fit the new frame, cutting off its keratin and polishing it to new shiny nails as if added with a nail polisher, something a shapeshifter like him is able to do.

The changes ended and left behind a new set of hands, its dainty fingers and clean surface pushing itself closer to a more feminine feature just as he wants it to be. He played with his hands a bit and was impressed by how……..what is the word………

Ah, sultry his hand movements could be.

He only let himself be distracted for a few moments before continuing to other body parts. It’s a harder task to follow with the larger proportions of his body, but it’s worth every shot after this.

With his train of thought lingering in the extremities, he looked down past his hands and down towards his feet, which were currently hidden from view by his shoes. The "way" this was going to work made sense to him; she'll work from the outside in.

She focused once again, and underneath his footwear, small cracks and pops started to sound as his feet began their own personalized pedicure. Dry and dead skin absorbed themselves back in, the shape of the feet themselves crunching into a smaller, more petite form. Any sort of hair was also being absorbed, his skin smoothing out, even his soles gaining some next-level care.

His shoes were getting too big for him, slowly hanging onto it less and less, and while he couldn't see it, he definitely knew that there was nail polish down there as well. So far, so good.

Then he focuses back to his arms, which proportions contradict these fickle hands he has changed. He returned back to his imagination, picturing the perfect size of his ideal arms. Surely enough, his arms contorted, both shrinking in size to better fit the hand’s frame. All his hair disappears into nothing, the rough texture of his skin already replaced with a new and pristine one the same as his feet.

He now felt comfortable that his arms fit his hands for the time being. His shirt might have drooped off from the shrinking, but it is of no concern. The real focus now is the leg part and later, the biggest part of the body.

Indeed, the legs were already beginning their changes, the transformation never really stopping after the feet were done. The smooth skin was slowly crawling up his legs, and with each knead and push they took a bit of his height with him. He could feel himself getting shorter, his lower and soon upper legs accommodating that didn't have that much height. His feet swiftly lifted themselves off from the floor of the car, and he couldn't help but look down as the transformation continued.

He should have known better than to wear pants because he couldn't quite see it happening, but the sagginess of his pantlegs was a clear enough indication that his lower legs were shrinking in length and girth, compressing down much like his arms did to a more thin, demure shape. His upper legs, i.e. thighs, on the other hand, told a different story. They shrunk a bit in length too, but they actually remained quite the same mass-wise, seemingly just repositioning some of the muscle and fat around so that he had a modicum of thickness to his thighs. He didn't want to overdo it, but he wanted at least a bit of that.

His shirt and now his pants were a size or two too large for him, and his swimming in his own clothes was getting less amusing and more annoying. He could take off his shirt and, at the very least, his pants, right? He still had his underwear on, which was also rapidly getting too big for him, so he could do that. His mirrors were all tinted too, so no need to be worried about privacy there.

With doubts over privacy resolved, slowly, he opened his shirt, the size of the now large clothing no longer fit with his current frame. With ease, he wears off the plaid shirt, revealing the changed body. Smooth and plain, the untarnished texture of his body comes in perfectly with the small figure he has, which is feminine enough for him for the time being.

With that done, he moved to the next section. His pants have the same issue as his shirt, and it's time for him to at least loosen it up, what with the small area where it could be done. It's only lucky that he has turned his skin into an insulator meaning that his now topless body is resistant to the cold of the air-conditioning.

"Okay, just a little bit out…" he said as he pushed down the underwear and the pants to the level of the knee. Now, he could see the entirety of the final body parts, his flat chest and the slightly erect large penis being the only sight unneeded for this new body.

Now seeing it again, he may have gone a little overboard in enlarging his cock like this. "Who needs cock this big anyway?" he questioned himself. It might have been some kind of self-assured masculinity trait he wanted to replicate due to a friendless background, but until now, the only person who has ever seen this is himself.

"................."

"I should get it going already."

He had a final look at his able-bodied figure. There is a hint of sadness going through his mind as he has to temporarily replace the "well-earned" body he made with a new one, far removed from his current one. For years, he has cultivated the image of a powerful man, the gift the ability has given to him. Even if he's able to turn it back afterwards, the moments without it showcases how shallow and superficial his looks really are, the pride he has only as short-lived as his muscles.

Guuuhhhhh, he thought to himself. Why is he getting sentimental now?

With the feeling buried again for the umpteenth time, he started to imagine, taking his muscles down for once. He took a deep breath again, focusing all of his energy on reintegrating his hardened pecs. And like a gentle breeze, multiple abs began to decrease in size, the thickened skin quickly lose its layers to the same soft skin that his limbs has turned into. Alva felt as if his own masculinity slipped away second by second, with more of his mass losing strength and power from his body.

There isn't anything to be scared of, and Alva definitely wanted it to disappear, but the lingering sentiment itself is what led to the changes being slower than before, in comparison to his earlier change. Did the muscles really implant themselves inside his mind?

……..He doesn't want to answer that.

With the tiniest bit of his muscles melted inside his skin, he can be sorta proud to see a now completely smooth and soft skin, perfect in its flatness and tenderness that either a very feminine man or a very sheltered girl would have.

".............okay." his expression was unchanged. Now, this is the true moment.

He changed his attention to the throbbing large dick exposed on his privates.

Let's do this.

He was...significantly smaller than he had been just a minute ago, all that toned muscle and hardened skin having dissolved away, leaving behind something softer, paler, and completely unrecognizable from how he usually presented himself as. Alva wasn't sure if this would either help motivate him to finish this change or put up some final wall of doubt, but he couldn't deny that the size difference wasn't a little bit disorientating.

....but the allure of boobs, even his own, was no match for any hesitation. He ignored the mirror now, looking down to focus squarely on the frame he now had. It seemed like, during the big thinning down, he had subconsciously done the final tweaks to his hips and waists, the former jutting out slightly and the latter having caved in somewhat. He wasn't "pear-shaped" by any means, nor did he want to be; he wanted to be on the more nimble side of things, and he was just about ready to finish that up.

He took a deep breath, a small blush coming to his face as he looked at his two nipples specifically. He understood that female nipples were particularly sensitive, so before he even grew his breasts out, he needed to work on those first. He tried to imagine his nipples thickening up, the areola darkening and growing exponentially more sensitive, and soon enough, he could feel two distinct tingles stemming from them.

"...o-o-ooooh...."

He couldn't help but give out a coo as indeed, true to his mind, his nipples started to change, darkening and ripening into a significantly more sensual pair. His breath started to grow heavy, and it took all of his willpower to not bring his hands up to pinch them, instead locking them to his sides.

...he'll have to take this slow. He could...maybe, grow the breasts one size at a time? That should give him some help...shouldn't it?

But deep in his mind, there is one tiny bit of him that wants to do this the easy way. The sudden growth of his breasts to a more pleasurable state crossed his mind many times as he weighed in his option when he first started planning his idea for the transformation. And his own perverted dreams, that might have been the option.

However, for someone as shy as him, there's no possible way he could watch those solid breasts appearing straight out of his body and doesn't faint from the inherent sensuality of it. Even now, he felt like he was about to nosebleed from the sensation of his awakened nipples. So no, as horny as he is, he can't do it fast.

None at all.

With this in mind, he used his mind power, slowly influencing the cup size of his breasts as he began the inflation.

Small mounds of flesh appeared out of his flat chest, giving him a glimpse of the changes soon to come. He paid it no mind and gave more stimulus for the breasts to grow.

It increases in mass larger and larger until the size of the breasts can be comparable with a pair of oranges. "Dammit…" the senses come again, wobbling between ecstasy and frustration over the slow breasts growth. He paid it no mind, but it's clear that he's somewhat affected by it.

There's a need to be more for it, he thought, unconsciously giving the signal to his brain to continue in his stead. And just like earlier, the mounds increase again, popping off its cup size from an A to an almost B-size wonder. By now, the mass has breached the size of oranges and reached the size of perhaps, a small basketball. This is enough, he thought to himself.

With the single command "Stop!" the breasts halted their steady growth. A breath of relief passed through his mouth. Better now or never. Anywhere bigger and the tinglings would have been worse. It isn't like he hasn't prepared for a bigger cup size, but he's more than to be in control of the rest of the changes until he got what he wanted.

With that already over, he tried to cup his breasts, amazed by how 'average' his breasts look like. The sensation is stronger than ever, but it's enough for him to overcome and put his lecherous hands away to focus on the bigger issue that might be the last obstacle on his hands.

………..

He took a deep breath again.

“Hmmmmmm……”

He exhaled the rest.

“Huuuuuuuuu…….”

"Okay, little Al. Your time is up."

He should have prepared antidepressants for this.

He took a few moments to just breathe heavily in anticipation, his breasts heaving up and down with each inhale and exhale, the nipples perked up from the sensation as the soft flesh jiggled slightly. Alva slowly reached downwards to his crotch, still trying to figure out the exact method by which he shall reduce his dick. He was nervous about it of course, but now having the breasts he so desired, excitement was thoroughly winning over doubt.

Should he just push it in? Maybe he should make it smaller first? Or perhaps he should start from the inside out, from the womb then move the parts inside?

His mind filtered through the thoughts, and his cock continued to throb in anticipation. This was his first time, and he wanted to make sure this went as well as possible, so c'mon...think!

...the inside first option seemed to be the best route since that would give him more time to prepare the...inversion. He tried to focus on the specifics; women had ovaries, right? And men have testicles. Two round things....yeah, that should work.

He was going to try something he had never done before Alva slowly reached for one of his balls, biting his lip as he fought himself from making a moan at the sensitive skin. His scrotum felt particularly sensitive and raw, but he knew he couldn't dawdle on that for too long. He went for the left testicle, and...gently pressed against it, upwards.

He tried to think about the exact process, how it would move inside, form the fallopian tubes, and convert from creating sperm to creating eggs. Simple enough, right?

Sure enough, as he slowly pushed on it, holding it, it seemed to get the idea, Alva letting out a small gasp as the testicle started to move on its own, the scrotum he was pressing on having nothing to hold its shape, become a flaccid piece of skin. Or well, the left side of it at least. There was a gurgling happening inside there, and he could feel it travelling upwards along his body, finally stopping as it reached his hips, tendrils sprouting out from it to form a—

"OOOOHHHN!~"

Out of nowhere, the familiar rising of an upcoming male orgasm came and peaked without warning, Alva throwing his head back in pleasured shock as his erect cock spurted out hot male cum, hitting the inside of his windshield as his body squirmed. His body had ejected the thing, something he somehow did not factor into this change.

It felt fucking amazing, and he wanted to change the other one right now...but no, patience! He could have some fun with this! He'll wait for this first testicle to finish turning into an ovary, and then see what he can do with the remaining bits!

His heartbeat increases. “Ahhhhnnn, is this….how it works…..”Slowly, the balls receded into his organs, morphing internally now into becoming the definite ovary. He has no idea how to insert the whole reproductive ability for the time being, but it isn’t something of his concern. The worst thing that could happen is accidentally fertilizing an egg inside.

And god knows what that would be.

Tethering on the edge, he knows what he has to do to the other one. Now that his one part has gone in, it is time to fully focus on the other one. God, now thinking about it again, Alva has never been this nervous to this degree before. What was the cause? Is it his inexperience with the transformation that agitates him? The unbearable sexual energy that pulls his mind into overdrive? The appealing desire to see it all disappear into feminine features?

He doesn’t know, and his erect dick doesn’t know either. All that’s important now is to turn his other testicle into an ovary and then………he can proceed to the final part.

“Slowly……slowly….~” he spoke with anticipation, taking his time to fully morph his shrinking balls. He could feel it entering his body, rewiring every part of his reproductive organs with each second. The sensation is utterly maddening, but entirely predictable and under control now. He wanted to enjoy each moment of it, but exert as much self-control as he could to avoid any embarrassing episodes. God knows what he’ll do to his car when he lost it. Brrrrrrrr……

And so, he continued on his process to fully transform his balls. So many stimuli have passed through his mind, yet he perseveres.

The intoxicating smell of his disposed-of cum.

The wild imagination of his sensual mind.

The flowing hormones of his body.

So many could turn him insane, and so many might have done it.

And yet, it happened with the most unexpected possibility ever.

“BANG!!!!”

“!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

A sudden knock in the car is all it takes to break his defences, destroying the dam of self-control into the maddening desire of utter degeneracy. “UOOOOHHHHHHHHH!!” he screamed his pleasure, as his body began to flail around, unable to control as his brain itself has been pushed into a frenzy, casting away any sense of decorum to the reaction of his shrivelling dick.

Panic ensues. His limbs shake uncontrollably on the seat, his body unable to calm down from the epileptic seizure. His still erect dick spews out cum everywhere like a waterfall,, staining the inside with its strong smell. The frantic movements inside the car itself are starting to shake, following the madness occurring inside. Only by sheer apathy that the people haven’t noticed or care about it (not like they will anyway)

Returning back to the man in (not) charge, Alva remained in his epileptic state. “DoN’T DO ITT!~ StOpppppppPPPP!!!!!~” his thoughts unable to be fully formed, with his hormones carrying out the bulk of his actions. He could see his overflowing cum staining every part of his car, and yet he has no ability to stop it from happening.

It’s a maelstrom of both shock and pleasure. Alva knows he can’t react appropriately in this form, yet he continued trying to form sensible thoughts in order to stop this situation. With his mind out of control, it’s only a matter of time before his shapeshifting ability is affected, if not already, which is his biggest fear out of all of this. He has to be quick before the worst happened.

With his persistence, he began to imagine a final thought to end this increasingly chaotic scene. All he wanted is a pleasurable moment when he could have it, not this extreme situation that might expose him to the entire world. God no, that is not what I wanted!

Yet, with even a single word, his mind is overwhelmed by the sexual pleasures of the orgasm, sending out more and more cum from the shrinking, but erect dick. It’s never stopping, awfully increasing its production from its active hormones of it, At this rate, the cum itself might flood his car to a disgusting pool, making the urgency of the situation much more important.

THINK! THINK! He pushed his mind to escape his self-imposed prison of the electrical flood. This has to end, now.

By sheer will, he managed to construct a thought in his brain and in an instant, he flares it out of his mouth, with the loudest voice he could say.

“JUST GOOOOOO!!!!!!”

The order itself single-handedly pulled both his balls and his dick immediately inside his nether, transforming both into an ovary and uterus in that single instant. And the immediate effect is that it pushes her body backwards, releasing its final batch of semen as the seizure ends for the newly-made lady.

“Huhhhh………..huhhh………….:” she panted, finally done with the physical transformation of her body. While her body is fixing some inconsistencies inside her body, mainly her prostate and organs, she could definitely accept that it is done. The situation might be a little chaotic, but she at least managed to finish her job.

“God, that is the worst orgasm I ever had…..” she rested a little while as her body is regaining strength after experiencing multiple orgasms, both as a man and woman. She has masturbated a few times before, but never as extreme as this. ‘

‘I should be more careful after this’, she thought to herself. Looking back at her now cum-stained car, she could only sigh over the thought of cleaning up this mess. ‘And all of this because I wanted a short fun……’

Guess there’s no crying after spoilt milk.

Her seat was absolutely drenched in both male and female juices, some cum was spurted onto the dashboard and windshield, and her body felt like a lagging computer, trying to catch up to her senses.

But she had done it, she had turned into a girl, and a damn good-looking one at that. She felt so small, yet she couldn't say that that felt weird. Was she getting used to this form already?

Taking however long she needed to regain her breath, she waited until she had enough clarity to look down at her new body properly. Her breasts jutted out of her chest naturally, two small slopes that moved up and down with each breath. They were alluring to herself on their own, but they weren't big enough to hide the most striking change, the lack of a cock down below. She couldn't help but linger looking there, the mere sensation of having a slit instead of a dick and balls so foreign, yet her orgasm might have 'jump-started' her mind getting used to it. She could feel that her insides were a bit different now, and she couldn't help but feel a pleasurable tingle at her new nethers rubbing against the car seat.

...but she couldn't think about that right now, she had a mission to do. Her chosen clothes were still in the back, thankfully spared from the explosive discharges at the front. She could crawl to the back and dress up there, her smaller form certainly made that more doable.

But that would beg her a question over how to deal with her own quenched pants and legs. She didn’t exactly bring up water for this sort of preparation and looking back, she could only feel utter embarrassment that she has accidentally put herself. God, this smell is beyond excruciating.

She didn’t waste her time moving to backseats, trying to stay away from the dirty front of her car. Taking a seat back, she reached out for the bag containing the clothes necessary for her mission. She took apart the clothes and take a quick look at her new attire to replace her masculine and tainted outfit for the time being.

Looking good, she thought to herself.

Whatever part of her male outfit wasn't soaked she tried to use to wipe any remaining fluids off her crotch and legs. Note to self, if she was going to do this again, do it at home. She really hadn't thought she would get an orgasm this...explosive.

She certainly wasn't going to dirty up her chosen female clothes for this mission of hers. She had taken a considerable amount of time—and money—to figure out what exactly she wanted to wear on her first outing as a girl. She didn't want to wear anything too revealing, but she didn't want to look like a total prude either. She had to find something that was just right for her, and she had settled on a plaid dress as the main thing, with small thingies as accessories to accentuate her look. Couple that with a hat, an asymmetrical pair of stockings and high heels, and she had a look that was, if nothing else, unique.

But first things first, underwear. She ruffled in her bag to grab what she had bought for that, a comparatively plain bra-and-panty pair, a singular blue colour. She couldn't help but be a bit embarrassed at the thought of having to put it on, but hey, she had the body for it now. Now how to put on a bra…

She take a long look at the bra she held. Its fabric and complexion make the touch feel incredibly comforting to her as if it’s perfect for her breasts. There is a lot going on in her mind, and the bra is another question in place.

She has never worn one before. Despite the preparations before the transformation, she never really get how women wear breasts even after watching a lot of videos on it. The experience isn't the same if the bra itself can’t support his obviously masculine frame, making it impossible unless she changed into a more feminine one.

Now that it’s possible, she can’t seem to remember again what the host said about the instructions. Damnit, all that orgasm must have screwed her mind of some sort!

But she can’t fall deep into anger and frustration now. Slowly, she tried to retrace her steps and started to wear the outfit on her chest. The biggest challenge now is to tie the hooks behind her back. As she figured, the hook is too small for her, forcing her to trace and connect it to the clasp. Each time she tried to get it, the hook always seem to fall off no matter what he does.

And worse yet, the cups hug her breasts like a darned bodysuit, giving out more sexual impulses to her brain. Already embarrassed by her explosive discharge from earlier, she’s not going to repeat that again with an even more embarrassing episode.

Damnit, why can’t you connect?!

Stifled by this new obstacle, she chose to leave the bra behind, putting it on the side for now. This isn’t worth getting angered on, and she definitely needs more calm now. Besides, unless there are some truly observant perverts, nobody would notice the absence anyway. Leaving out the bra, she went for the dress and slowly take up space to wear it flawlessly. Luckily, the dress size that she bought went perfectly fitting to her size. She could feel the fabric hugging her frame with damning accuracy giving her a sense of comfort and the newly-bought dress smelled so fragrant in its scent.

She’s really happy that she bought this dress in any case. The brown chequered plaid that she bought has a sense of old English aesthetic and resonates well with her that drives her to buy this. Of course, there are a lot of more fitting dresses that she might buy early on, but this one balances out her own sense of femininity and masculinity in a beautiful way.

Continuing this, she takes the blue panties and cast an uncomfortable glance down below.

Ah………..so now what?

Unlike the bra, the panties were pretty self-explanatory in terms of actually putting them on; it was literally just like any other underwear she had worn before. Alva tried to hold onto that thought as she slid both her legs through the holes, slowly hiking up her skirt as it travelled up her legs. Yes, this was just like any other underwear she had worn before...

...but as it finally reached the crotch, she couldn't help but bite her lip as the sensation of having nothing there felt full force. There was no bulge for the panty to resist, just a flat surface where Alva could feel the soft texture of the fabric against her butt and crotch. It was "enveloping", in a way, and she couldn't tell if that meant "comfortable" or not just yet.

That was but one of many questions she figured she'll have time to think about later, right now she had to finish putting on her outfit. The stockings and shoes also came pretty easily, though she wasn't quite used to her apparel being so soft. There were just a coupleof  things left, some gloves and her hat, and she'll be done.

Without any more hesitation, she slid the fingerless gloves on, feeling her soft skin resting tight against that silky latex. The hat in comparison felt almost trivial, gently donning it on and looking in the rearview mirror once more. She looked...well, perfect.

Nothing about her current appearance betrayed her true appearance nor her original gender. She was ready to take on the world!

"Suisei Hoshimiya has made her debut!" she cheers to the front mirror, switching her mind mentally to fully absorb the new persona she has adorned herself with. Now, she's no longer a greedy and self-absorbed charlatan Alva, but a cheery and all-loving socialite Suisei Hoshimiya! It's a cute Japanese name she made up, but she's already in love with the new persona she created for this occasion.

Ignoring the stinky smell of her semen-stained car, she stepped out of the sedan car, her graceful left foot slowly touching the asphalt ground to make her new debut. "Yes, I can feel this energy coming to me!" she smirked to herself as the rest or her figure has fully exposed herself to the world. And with a graceful smile to hide her excitement over the reveal of her character to everyone, she made her first move to the club across the street.

Her face stood proud as she walked down the street. Passing glances from the intoxicated men and jealous women simply entertained her more as people of all walks of life passed beside her. The plan is already working so well as she expected. No matter who she has hooked up with, she truly believes that she can enjoys a great time swindling horny men for a treat and eventually, all of their wallets this night.

Hehe…….this would be a wonderful night.