Ms. September: The TG Questionnaire

Trigger #111: "The TG Questionnaire".


Object Class: An enchanted questionnaire page that turns those who answer its questions into the girl of their own choosing. This scrap of paper has been passed around for several years now, both in digital and paper format. Recently, my little Fledgelings thought that it would be a good idea to add it to the Sala City University welcome packet to catch any incoming eggs. Making copies of this legendary TG Trigger took a fair share of Mana due to the Reality Rewrite spell, but I think it was more than worth it to save the girls a little leg work.

Transformation Type: TG, Reality Change.

Threat Level: Benevolent. It can be mischievous, but usually cis men don't take the time to imagine what it would be like if they were born a girl for more than a few seconds, let alone take the time to fill out the full questionnaire.

Subject: Christine "Krissi" Cross, 19, F, formerly Christopher Cross, 19, AMAB.

The following is a biographical account of events based on the subject's own testimonies and several eyewitness accounts.

Trigger Warning: Minor references to Transphobia.



"Fuck me, I'm bored."

Chris was splayed across the dusty leather couch of his new dorm room, waiting for his best friend Ryan to get back from the store. They had just moved in to their new accommodations at Sala City University, and Ryan, ever the dependable one, took it upon himself to go buy the many common household amenities they had forgotten.

Like food.

All Chris had on him at the moment was his tablet, and the Welcome Packet the Sorority girls had been passing out. Neither of those were very edible, unfortunately. Since the Wi-Fi hadn't been set up yet, and his tablet didn't have any games or books installed, Chris begrudgingly opened the packet hoping for some form of entertainment.

To his surprise, something strange slipped out from the many pages of the folder. It was a questionnaire, printed out and stapled into a little booklet.

The TG Questionnaire

Chris gave the pamphlet the side eye for a moment, then turned the page.

Question 1: If you were a girl, would your handwriting be nice?

Chris shrugged, and grabbed a pen from his backpack. "Fuck it, I've got nothing better to do." He seriously considered the question for a moment. He'd always hated how childish and messy his own handwriting was. He'd been more than a little jealous of how neat his sister's signature looked compared to his own ragged chicken scrawl.

My handwriting would be very neat. I'd probably write in perfect cursive, with the little hearts over the eyes and stuff.

As Chris wrote, he didn't notice as his pen marks became more graceful. His lines became much smoother, rounder, and calculated.

Question 2: If you were a girl, would you like pink?

Chris bit the nib of his pen as he pondered an answer.

I would probably like pink a lot more than I do now. I'd feel like I was "allowed" to wear it. Guys usually get beat up of made fun of if they wear pink, but on girls it's fine. If we're talking fashion though, I wouldn't go TOO overboard. I'd probably only use it as a highlight color.

Once again, just past Chris's notice, his pen bled into a nice, light shade of pink as he flipped to the next question.

Question 3: If you were a girl, would your hair be wavy, straight or curly?

Chris thought about his own hair, then his sister and his mother's hair. He remembered the first time his mom had taken his sister to a salon to get her hair styled. Chris had wanted to go, too, but his mom had told him it was "just for girls", and his dad took him to a barber shop to cut his hair nice and short. He'd always hated that. It was probably why he'd started growing his hair out when he moved to Sala City for college.

My hair would be long and wavy, perfectly styled and conditioned.

Chris idly brushed a stray lock of hair behind his ear as, unbeknownst to him, his hair grew long and wavy. Golden blonde hair cascaded over his shoulders, down his back, and just barely reached his ass. Still, he kept reading.

Question 4: If you were a girl, what would be your favorite color?

Chris had always lied when people asked this question. Now, he could answer truthfully.

It would be teal. As a guy I feel like I gotta say black, or blue, but I really like teal. It looks like the ocean.

By the side of the couch, Chris's ratty old backpack melted from it's stereotypical black into a glossy teal.

Question 5: If you were a girl, what color would your hair be?

Chris scratched his scalp, only vaguely noticing how long and lustrous his hair had gotten.

It'd still be blonde, I think, but I might add some orange hair dye as highlights...

On command, his hair was colored with subtle orange highlights at its ends.

Question 6: If you were a girl, what color would your eyes be?

Same color they are now, brown. They'd probably be a bit bigger and prettier, though.

Chris's eyes, useless as they may have been to notice these obvious changes, grew as predicted. His formerly beady, dishwater brown eyes became large and doe-like. There was a sparkle to their brown now, like polished amber. His eyelashes elongated and multiplied, framing his eyes wonderfully. They fluttered as Chris blinked away the tiniest faint of recognition and moved on to the next question.

Question 7: If you were a girl, would you like using makeup?

Chris laughed. "Yeah, just try and fucking stop me...' he muttered to himself. He remembered how much trouble he'd gotten in when his sister and him got caught playing with his mother's makeup. His mom was made because it was expensive product, but his dad was LIVID because he was worried the foundation would somehow seep into his brain and turn him into a "sissy." Chris had always thought that it must be nice for girls, being able to wear makeup without getting looked at as funny.

Fuck yeah, I'd use makeup. I'd probably stick to eye makeup, lipstick, and blush most days, but I'd really go out on special occasions. Oh, and I'd have KILLER nails.

Almost as if oozing from his very pores, makeup worked it's way across his face. Dark brown eyeshadow soaked his eyelids, and an invisible pen drew perfect cat eyes around his lashes, which were also combed and curled with black mascara. He licked his lips and faintly tasted orange they were stained with a nice ochre color. A nice pink blush with a smattering of sparkles that Chris had eyed for a few seconds too long on a magazine cover brushed across his cheeks. Finally, his fingernails grew long and manicured, and were glazed over with a fine pink polish with french tips. 

Question 8: If you were a girl, would you be sporty?

Chris adjusted to a more comfortable position now, laying on his stomach and kicking his feet up.

Yeah, I'd be sporty. I'd probably play volleyball, tennis, or be a cheerleader or something.

And as written, Chris's body adjusted. His frame grew slimmer, more athletic and aerodynamic. His shoulders drew inward, and his hips outward. Muscles in his legs grew, and a healthy amount of fat plumped up his thighs and ass. His clothes now hung awkwardly from from his now undeniably feminine frame. In his closet, a women's tennis racket and sneakers, alongside a Sala City U Cheerleader uniform appeared out of nowhere.

Not that he noticed.

Question 9: If you were a girl, would you wear high heels?

Chris remembered the day before his sister's prom night. She'd left her high heels in the kitchen with her dress. He remembered needing to shake off a strange, embarrassing longing he'd had to know what it would be like to walk in them. It certainly looked good on other girls. But he didn't want to be a creep, or ruin his sister's shoes with his big, disgusting feet, or God forbid make his father think he was a "sissy", so he left them be.

Oh fuck yeah I would. I've always liked the sound they make when girls walk in heels. I'd take any excuse I could to wear them.

Chris's calves and ass toned and rounded even further, his feet arching from years of wearing heels casually. In his closet, several pairs of high heeled shoes of different lengths stood at attention across the floor.

Question 10: If you were a girl, would you wear skirts?

Chris's legs rubbed together as he re-read the question. What would it be like to wear a skirt, he wondered. The closest he'd ever been to wearing a skirt was the hospital gown he'd worn for some minor stomach surgery he'd had in the 8th grade. What would it be like to feel your legs rub together like that, your underwear hidden only from the sides, but left defenseless from underneath. Chris decided.

Absolutely. I'd wear them all the time in Spring and Summer, but I'd probably switch to pants in the Winter, or at least add leggings.

Chris's closet bid farewell to several pairs of pants, and made way for a full wardrobe's worth of skirts, dresses, leggings, and skinny jeans.

Question 11: If you were a girl, would you wear jewelry?

Yeah, but nothing too fancy. I'd probably wear bracelets, necklaces, and get by ears pierced and stuff, but no body piercings or anything.

There was a quick flash of gold, and suddenly Chris's wrists and collar were encircled in simple, tasteful jewelry. Aside from idly pinching the now pierced lobe of his ears, all of this escaped his notice.

Question 12: If you were a girl, what size would your breasts be?

Chris thought back to the breakfast table, where his mother and sister would often joke that he should be lucky he was a boy and didn't have to deal with bras or back pain. But Chris had always wanted to protest, as he would count himself lucky if he was a born a well endowed girl like his relatives.

I'd probably be somewhere between a DD Cup or an E Cup. Definitely big enough to be a handful, but not TOO big, you know?

Chris shivered, and his chest started to swell and squish into the couch beneath him. Suddenly, two new pillows, massive orbs of soft fat and flesh, propped Chris's torso up a few inches as he read on.

Question 13: If you were a girl, would you be into guys?

Despite his parents' "concerns", Chris definitely wasn't gay, not that there was anything wrong with that. Chris had always liked girls. So, Chris reasoned, if he was a she, she would probably be straight. On the topic of relationships, Chris's mind wandered to his best friend Ryan's last relationship. It didn't go very well, to say the least. His girlfriend was also into guys. OTHER guys. She'd been cheating on him for two years. Chris sat there as his best friend sobbed into his shoulder, heartbroken, and hated himself that he couldn't do more. Ryan was a great guy. The greatest. Unfortunately, the girls Ryan had dated took advantage of that.

Yeah, I'd be into guys. Hell, I'd probably be dating Ryan by now. Lord knows I couldn't do worse than his exes did.

Something shifted in Chris's brain. When he thought of Ryan, it wasn't just in the familiar sense anymore. It was more... well, MORE. He thought about how big Ryan's muscles looked in tee shirt. How tight his ass looked in jeans, and the bulge that went with them. He thought about Ryan's messy black hair, and his piercing, kind eyes. He thought about how Ryan's smile made him absolutely melt inside.

"Yeah, Ryan's a really cool dude, haha." Chris said trying to rationalize these thoughts, completely oblivious to his new feelings.

Question 14: If you were a girl, what would your personality be?

Chris scratched his RIGHT BREAST with his PINK PEN and thought a moment. He wasn't especially perceptive, that Chris. But he was introspective enough.

Well, not too different. I'm pretty laid back, but I'd probably be more girly too, obviously. I'd probably be into fashion and makeup more, but other than that I'd still have the same interests in video games and movies. Maybe I'd be something right between a tomboy and a preppy girl? I'd dress cute, but still swear and hang out with the guys.

Nothing changed this time. And yet, at the same time, everything.

Question 15: If you were a girl, what would be your intelligence? One being stupid and ten being high enough to drive the class nerd up the wall.

Chris rolled her eyes.

I mean, being a girl wouldn't make me DUMB or anything, Jesus! I'd probably be the same IQ I am right now. Which is, like, a solid 3.

So I'd still be dumb.

BUT NOT BECAUSE I'M A GIRL!!!

Chris only vaguely wondered why she'd written that in the present "I'm" and not the hypothetical "I was", and moved on to question 16, still just as stupid and clueless as she'd been before.

Question 16: If you would were a girl, would you be wearing briefs, bikini, thong or boxers?

Chris flushed at this question. "T-THAT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!" she squeaked, her voice a lot higher and smoother now, not that she'd noticed. Grumbling to herself, she quickly scribbled her answer.

Panties.

Under her baggy pants, her briefs shrank and tightened, painfully squishing up against her testicles. Lamely, she plucked at the fabric now wedged up her fatter ass for some relief, until it proved futile and she decided to ignore it.

Question 17: If you were a girl, would you shave?

Chris scratched at her beard. She'd always hated it, but had been too lazy to shave it with how frequently it just popped right back up.  

Yeah, I'd probably shave or wax everything below my eyebrows.

Ever the blind prophet, her words became law. Every course blonde hair disintegrated across her body, leaving behind flawless, smooth skin.

She scratched at her face again, and felt nothing but a strange relief she couldn't quite put her finger on.

Question 18: If you were a girl, what type of bra would you be wearing?

She turned red again, then took a deep breath, and took the question seriously.

I'd probably be wearing a push up bra or something. I'd want to make a good impression at my new school, or make my boyfriend stare a little.

Fabric wrapped itself around her plump breasts like two helpful hands, pushing her tits up and into a fine cavern of cleavage. Some extra padding rounded her boobs out quite nicely. Still clueless, she thumbed at the strap of her new bra before moving on.

Question 19: If you were a girl, how tall would you be without shoes and what would you weigh without clothes?(Don't lie)

Chris groaned. She was never good with math. She'd always left this part of her D&D character sheets blank for this exact reason.

I don't know, average weight and height for a girl my age?

Doing the math for her, the questionnaire complied. Chris's spine and bones painlessly compressed from her former height of 5'11" to her new average height of about 5'4". Moreover, her body further slimmed and fattened in all the right places to a healthy 150lbs.

 Question 20: If you were a girl, would you have a penis, a vagina, or something in between?

This question took her aback for a moment. The font seemed a little different from the rest of the quiz, as if it had been hastily typed in and added at the last second. Chris had always thought that all girls had a vagina, but then again, she had heard about some people being born intersex in science class once, and Ryan had sometimes mentioned his cousin was transgender, but Chris had forgotten to ask what that even meant. Still, some part of Chris was relieved that a girl could have any of the aforementioned unmentionables and still be considered a girl.

I'd probably have a vagina.

There was a popping and a slurping sound in her panties as her testicles burrowed themselves up towards her waist, melting into a uterus and ovaries. Her penis furled inside out and receded deep inside her, leaving behind a perfectly functioning vagina. The discomfort that had been gnawing at the back of her head since she got the panties or since she was born, depending on when you started counting and what, finally disappeared in that moment. Next question.

Question 21: If you were a girl, would you use pads or tampons?

She turned into a tomato again. She knew the difference of course. Being a good brother and son, she'd sometimes had to pick up pads and tampons at the store for her family.

Tampons, probably.

In the bottom drawer of her dorm room wardrobe, a box of tampons materialized from thin air.

Question 22: If you were a girl, what would you be wearing right now?

Chris rested her chin in her palm and pondered. She conjured an image in her mind of what she would be wearing today. She considered her shirt, pants, and shoes, and imagined flipping a switch to girl, and seeing what would appear.

I'd probably be wearing a cure cropped tee shirt, the ones with no shoulders, and one of those jean mini-skirts. And high heeled sandals, although I'd still be barefoot right now to give my feet a rest from walking across campus all day.

Her formerly sagging clothing finally tightened and rewove itself into their new form. A cute, off shoulder tee shirt with pink accents draped itself around her perfectly carved breasts. Her pants tightened around her plump, womanly hips, and the bottom gave out to expose her legs and panties to the open air. Finally, her discarded sneakers cracked and bent into the shape of two peep toe sandals with three inch heels.

Question 23: If you were a girl, what would be your job?

She thought back to her high school days. She remembered try outs for the high school musical being posted in her home room. She remembered how much she wanted to try out, but how scared she'd been that she'd get made fun of for it.

She'd decided not to. She still regretted that.

I'm a student right now, but I think I'd be trying to get into acting, maybe with some kind of major in a liberal arts degree if that doesn't pan out.

Another change. Photos from previous theater performances and used scripts from shows proudly decorated the top of her cupboard. Her vocal chords tightened and thinned, now perfectly toned for singing and voice projection. She hummed a little showtune to herself as she moved on to the final question.

Question 24: If you were a girl, what would your name be?

The strangest part of all of this was not the changes, nor Chris's obliviousness to them.

No, the strangest part was how quickly, how eagerly she answered the final question.

As if she had been prepared.

As if she already knew.

Christine. People would call me Krissi, though.


And just like that, Christine "Krissi" Cross was written into the fabric of the Veil. And as far as anyone besides Krissi herself was concerned, that is who she was, who she had always been, and who she would always be. And at that same moment, Krissi's beloved boyfriend, Ryan, had returned to his girlfriend's dorm at the Phi Epsilon Mu Sorority with food.

"Oh hey dude, what's up?" Krissi said, a strange, but not unwelcome fluttering in her stomach as Ryan looked at his girlfriend doing happy little kicks on the couch, and smiled.




From the desk of

Mira Alcott

Head-Mistress of Transformations

(Special thanks to TashaTheWitchQueen for the suggestion, to my Test Readers, and to all of you for your support!

(Special Thanks to TF-Wizard for the original TG Questionnaire!)