Blinking as he spoke, Simon looked more intently at Adam's hair. It wasn't just untidy from the desert air, and the gust of wind. It was now touching his shoulders. Peering intently, it seemed to be growing as Adam watched.
As he went to ask Simon how he was doing this, he saw his friends face was shifting too. Softening, smoothing, and darkening. As he struggled to find the words, it was clear that Simon was incapable of speaking. His expression frozen in horror, eyes darting wildly around. Mutely pleading for help.
It was clear he was becoming a she... From the descriptions, Niratitti!
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Taking a step back, she could see Simon was shorter now. Closer to a woman's height, and not towering over him. No longer gloating that he was 6' 2". Despite himself, his gaze dipped to Simon's chest. The gentle swelling of a bust were already starting to show.
"Y..You... You're becoming a woman!" Adam blurted out. "H..How?" he asked, his voice cracking.
His questions stumbled to their own halt, as Adam found himself distracted by his nails. They were decorated, painted! Polished and longer. His fingers were slender and feminine.
Holding them high, turning them this way and that. He sought to smash the optical illusion that had to be behind this!
Out of nowhere, the sand whirled around them again. The winds moving eerie, and unnatural with an almost human focus and intent.
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