This choice: Mark selected "GENDER CHANGE" while it was pointed at himself • Go Back...Chapter #3"GENDER CHANGE" selected... by: Mr. George   The remote felt real, in his hands, the touch of cool metal in against his fingers too familiar to be ignored. Holding it up close, he was able to see the pixels of the display. It all felt too solid to be his imagination. But, with what had just happened... or rather what he'd just dreamed? imagined? he wasn't sure.
He turned it over and over in his hands. The buttons feeling real too, he looked at the back of the remote. He wanted to see a company logo, or something that meant he could identify who was behind this prank, even if he couldn't work out how he'd been pranked.
The back of the controller, seemed to split the light, a vague rainbow shimmer running across the metal, but it didn't look cheap, or fake. An expensive joke, he hoped.
His fingers shook with anger, as a thought occurred. Had he been dosed with something, was this a hallucination. But, even as that thought struck him, he glared around the empty room. Nothing looked or felt wrong. Everything was sharp, in focus, he didn't have any sense of disorientation, or distance.
Feeling one button shift beneath his touch, Mark tightened his grip to avoid dropping the thing.
As he did, that was when he was hit by a dizzying sensation, as if his knees were weakening. His eyeline dropped by a foot, and he tried to steady himself to stop crashing to the floor. However, another factor was leaping to the top of Mark's priorities.
He looked down, seeing a canyon of cleavage instead of his feet, his legs spreading wide bracing against his disturbed centre of balance.
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His grip tightened around the remote, as he shifted to holding it with one hand. The other shifting to his new rippling, rolling bust. It too felt real, the embroidery on the cups as his fingers brushed over them worrying. Also his fingers looked slimmer, more feminine.
A gasp spilled from her lips, as another thought occurred. His hands dropping to his crotch, there to find, matching underwear.... panties!
Worse still, they fitted, and Mark confirmed he was fully female. A last desperate hope that he was tucked away, instead finding a full, round rear that also made her quail in fear. The whole room felt bigger, more intimidating, and his?... her! grip tightened. Afraid both of the remote, and of losing it, and any hope of returning to normal.
The remote issued two sharp beeps, and Mark, felt odd. She looked for other changes, for her... his restoration. But her eyeline remained at the same low level, perhaps a foot or more lower than she liked. The bra remaining steadfastly real.
Then it hit her. Her bust was growing. Between one breath and the next it surged forward, gaining a full cup size. The weight on her shoulders a reminder increasing too.
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As Mark watched, scowling at her expanded bust, she tried to glare it back into shrinking to it's former dimensions. She quickly shook her head 'no', as she recalled the two beeps.... two! Even as she dreaded it, she felt the same nervousness in the pit of her soul.
Again the girls grew. Mark wasn't familiar with this view of cleavage, but was damned sure that she was now amongst the most 'blessed' girls, especially with her shorter height.
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The ache in her shoulders being accompanied by a twinge from the base of her spine. Rolling her shoulders, and flexing, Mark eased her straining muscles. Darting to the bathroom, Mark needed to examine things. Well, his darting was only a pace or two, as she felt her bust shift, the girls' inertia threatening to throw her off balance. But she made it to the mirror in the bathroom. Her shaving mirror!
Only to find the humiliations mounting. It was too high, she was able to see her eyes and hairline. Her bust not visible in the reflection. Mark had to take a step backwards. The chill porcelain pressing against her bust was making her nipples stiffen. It was more than Mark could deal with...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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