On a homophobic dude

Sam stopped dead in his tracks seeing the approaching man. He has huge and bulky. He was wearing a beer stained wifebeater and a faded jacket. He had a beard and was carrying a baseball bat.

"Oh shit, Hunter, stop!"

Too late. Hunter stood confidently in front of the man. He grinned at them.

"Hey, little SJW. The fuck is that?"

He pointed at Hunter's nonbinary flag pin.

"Ah, my nonbinary pin." Hunter was cool as a cucumber. "I use they/them pronouns."

He man laughed heartily and shook his head.

"Ah, fuck. Can I identify sexually as a dishwasher then? Hmm? Fucking hell, letting gays marry was a mistake. Fuck, letting bitches out of the kitchen was the first mistake. I miss the days were men were men and women were women."

"Hunter, get out!" Kimberly whisper-shouted.

Hunter merely shook their head. Their heart was pounding with excitment.

"Unfortunately, those days are long gone."

They snapped their fingers. The man looked confused. His beard dissapeared into his rapidly softening face.

"The fuck, I think I'm getting hot flashes... Ahhh!"

His wifebeater filled strained to contain his rapidly growing bosom. His limbs turned soft and smooth, his hands and fingers shrinking and becoming far more delicate. The man's yelling rapidly became much higher in pitch. His hips expanded, tearing his jeans and exposing his boxers - without a bulge. The transformed grabbed his junk and yelped.

"What the fuck! Where's my cock!" yelled a gentle, feminine voice.

Hunter laughed. Sam and Kim just stared in disbelief. Sam felt something strange deep in his gut while looking at the transformation.

God, I wish that were me.

The newly transformed looked around confused. His tits fell out of his wifebeater - now ill-fitting for the new curvy body. The boxers slid down, exposing the man's new pink pussy to the world.

Suddenly Hunter heard footsteps and shouting. The newly feminized douchebag covered his cunt and whimpered as three similarly dressed dudes entered the area. They looked at the transformed and chuckled with confusion.

"What the fuck? Richard, is that you?"

"No, go awayyyy..." Richard cried, his new boobs swaying in the view of his friends.

They looked at Hunter, looked at Richard, looked at Hunter again and left in a hurry.

"Fuck it, man, I am not losing my dick today. See ya later, sissy."

Tears flowed down Richard's new feminine face.

"You ruined my life! How can I go back home? I have a girlfriend. Is that gay now? Is it crossdressing now?" He put on his boxers again. "I don't know what to do!"

He fell down to his knees and wept. Boobs once again fell out of his wifebeater.

Hunter honestly felt kinda bad. They knew very well how dysphoria feels like, and Richard's new friends didn't seem that pleasant. On the other hand, Richard really needed a sensitivity training session, and living in a feminine body for a while might give him some perspective.

Still, as far as everyone knew, this was a confused woman, crying and babbling nonsense in clothes that kept sliding off her. Some unscrupulous bastard might **** Richard.