You're not quite sure why you think of her, but for whatever reason, the first person to pop into your mind when you think of transforming into someone else is one of your female classmates by the name of Crystal. You've only had a few brief conversations in the past, so you don't really know much about her other than that you find her attractive. It is strange to you, however, that Crystal is the one you thought of becoming first and not your girlfriend, Lauren. You do really like Lauren, so you aren't exactly sure why she wasn't the first person you thought of.
Whatever the case, you are now in the midst of transforming into Crystal. The first thing you notice is your breasts expanding. They grow from your mother's C-cup size to a D-cup, and then to an E-cup. Crystal does have rather large breasts for a 16 year old girl, after all. The next change you notice is that you are gaining a bit of height back, growing to about 5'7". You're now closer to your original height than to that of your mother. Next, your long, flowing red hair recedes up past your back, then your shoulders, and finally a little bit beyond that, forming into Crystal's short layered haircut that ends about halfway down her neck. It's still longer than most guys' hair, but it's short by girls' standards. Following this change, your whole body begins to reshape as it takes on Crystal's voluptuous form. Completing the transformation is the restructuring of your face. You watch in the mirror as your face takes on the shape of Crystal's face. The most notable change being your brown eyes shifting to a piercing blue shade. And then your transformation is finished.
"Man, Crystal's got some serious knockers," you say with your new voice, that of Crystal, as you group your newly enlarged breasts that are practically spilling out of your purple bikini top. No wonder you found her attractive.
"These feel amazing," you moan as you knead the fleshy orbs on your chest. You've always thought boobs look good on girls, but having a pair of your own that you can play with whenever you want is awesome, especially when you now know that they feel this good.
After playing with your breasts for a while, you finally shove a hand down into your bikini bottom and begin fingering your pussy. You feel much less awkward about doing so now that you're no longer in your mom's body, and now you are being overwhelmed with amazing pleasurable sensations. You let out several moans in response to the ripples of pleasuring running through your body as you slide your fingers in and out of your snatch. It feels so, so good. It's not long until you climax, experiencing your first female orgasm. Orgasming as a guy you think feels pretty good, but this is something else entirely. You could certainly get used to this.
After a brief period of recovery, you decide that it's time for a new outfit. Kinky thoughts still on your mind, an idea pops into your brain. With just a thought, the top and bottom begin to expand and merge together, forming a skintight garment over your torso. Then the material begins to change and extend in the other directions, encasing both your legs and arms. However, you leave it with a low-cut neckline to show off your awesome cleavage. Completing the look is a pair of sexy high-heeled boots that boost you up to 5'10", making you one inch taller than your original male self.
"Awesome," you say as you turn too check out how your sexy ass looks in this skin tight ensemble that you now wear. It looks good, real good. You give your read a good slap with one of your hands as you make a sexy face at your reflection. indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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