This choice: Drink it quickly, then go down • Go Back... You take the glass and quickly grab it, bring it to your lips, and suck it down. It is, hands down, the best martini you've ever had. It was fruity, yet strong, and so smooth. Fine drink, and now to dinner.
You walk out of the room, and you see the art that you had ignored as you rushed to find a room. Beautiful stunning pieces of artwork fill the walls, and staues, and suits of armor line the halls. You smile as you see the love and work put into the hall, and thats when it hits you. a sharp pain in your stomach brings you to your knees.
You cry out as your body begins to convulse with pain, and ripples are sent thru your skin. You lie down on your back and look up at the Mirror roof that capped the room.
You see your height begin to shift, becoming much smaller. You kick your pants off as the pain hits your legs, making them loose all the muscle you worked so hard to get, and the hair that has adorned them since late jr. high disappears. Your feer become small and dainty, and the toenails turn a shade of pink that resembles the cocktail you just drank. Your hips begin to stretch out from your sides, making what's happening to you very obvious. the pink drink is making you a woman. You feel your ass beneath you plump up, in that cute girly way. Then a pain hits your crotch as your realize your penis is slipping away very obiously becoming a soft slit.
"FUCK!" you scream as it engulfs your waist, shrinking it to a much smaller size, accenting your hips and ass
perfectly. your stomach, which was sligtly flabby flattens out, and then you feel the preasure that you have been dreasing since you figured out what the hell was happening. Your chest begins to expand, inflating, growing larger, larger, and larger, making them around DDD, which look huge to you, and then you feel a tingle in your voice box, which makes you let out a squeak, in your new voice. Your arms go through a very similar transformation as your legs, loosing muscle, and hair, becoming feminine, and cute, with soft suble hands, with more pink polish on the nails. Your face and hair are the last things to change, making you completly a girl, and you are one hell of a looker. You slowly get up, throw off by your new center of gravity, and your lack of proper clothing.
As you turn around to head back to your room, you see none other than Lord Prosperio. You quickly cover your new chest, and he, with this look in his eyes, says: | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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