I Transform

The transformation ran through me like lightning. My limbs shrank; my penis disappeared. For a moment, my jeans and t-shirt hung loosely over my bones, then my waist narrowed, my hips widened, and my clothes filled out.

Tits sprouted from my chest, heavy D cups. My ass ballooned. The clothes were almost uncomfortably tight. I reached a hand up, expecting my hair to have lengthened, but it was still the short mop it had been.

“You look hot,” Dante grinned. He’d always been taller than me, but now he towered over me.

“Shut up,” my voice was higher than I would have liked. I got my phone out and looked at myself through the camera.

Unfortunately, he was right. I’d become a tomboy that puberty had hit like a truck. My tits strained against the fabric of my shirt, and I could feel my ass doing the same to my jeans. I had full, pouting lips.

My glasses slid down to the tip of my nose. I pushed them back up. All together, I looked like the nerdy girl next door who had, unbeknownst to her, turned into a bombshell over the summer.

“Give me a spin, Parker,” he said.

“Oh fuck off, Dante,” I said, my voice not the least bit intimidating. “I did what you asked. It’s done. I’m going back to work.”

I put my phone away and went to restock the shelves. Walking felt entirely different. My thighs rubbed together in a way that sent a trickle of warmth up my stomach. I couldn’t keep my ass from swaying.

I glanced back to see Dante with a shit-eating grin on his face, hand resting on his crotch. Once again, he was looking at me like some piece of meat, but this time I could tell he had entirely different intentions.