Chapter #5what?! by: ro34   Derreck felt a tingling sensation spread through his limbs, a vibration that resonated deep within his bones. He still couldn't understand what was happening, as the world around him began to blur and shimmer, as if his reality was being edited in real-time. The chill of the studio's air conditioning hit his skin, now softening as the last remnants of masculinity slowly faded away. The fabric of the bikini top snugly hugged his chest, while the bikini panty encircled his hips in a way that felt ridiculously foreign yet startlingly… freeing.
As the transformation completed, Derreck found himself gazing into a large mirror positioned at the edge of the set, his breath hitching in his throat. Staring back at him was a striking woman with flowing blonde hair cascading down her shoulders, glowing skin, and eyes wide with disbelief. Even his own reflection felt like a stranger. Panic surged through him—this was not how he imagined this photoshoot would go.
But as he took a step closer to the mirror, something unexpected happened. The initial shock of femininity began to ebb, replaced by an undeniable curiosity. He turned this way and that, examining the curves of his new form, the gentle swell of his hips, the definition of his waist contrasted by a fuller chest. Hey, he had to admit, he looked stunning. The symmetry of his face, the contouring of his jawline now softened, all heightened the allure of the reflection in front of him.
"Alright, everyone, we've got our new star!" shouted the photographer, Eric, who had been adjusting his camera settings, seemingly oblivious to the chaos he had caused. "Let’s start with some shots by the pool. We need that summer vibe!"
Derreck blinked, his heart racing. He had seen countless girls with perfect bodies posing for Eric, but he was not prepared to navigate this world from the other side of the lens. He took a breath and tried to rally his composure, pulling the straps of the bikini onto his shoulders. It felt both strange and empowering, tapping into a raw energy he hadn't experienced before.
Just as he was stepping onto the set, a voice broke through his thoughts. “Hold on!” a stylist exclaimed. “We need to touch up her hair and get the makeup just right!”
Feeling nervous yet somehow exhilarated, Derreck complied. He sat in the makeup chair, as brushes swept across his face, accentuating features he never truly noticed before. The makeup artist was seamless and swift; he felt transformed not just from the outside, but somehow from within too. There was an essence building inside him—confidence, perhaps, or a newfound willingness to embrace this absurd situation.
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