Packin' Some Heat

The dark eyeliner on Tim Thompson's eyes accentuated the look of amazement on his face as he stared at his reflection. So much of his body had changed since he had met Justice. His height gone, his feet were tiny, his chest held breasts, his waist was thin, and even his face was feminine. Old Tim, the one from 'before-times', the one who had lived in an entirely masculine body, would have been horrified by the changes. New Tim, though, the one staring at his nicely round, filled-out ass and hips, wasn't sure how he felt.

Surprise was definitely not it, though. Tim had been down this path with Justice. He didn't know what her game was, but while her gifts were always to his benefit, she consistently balanced the trade with a loss of his masculinity. Seeing his reflection, a vision of almost complete femininity, with the addition of a backside that was made for twerking and grinding, the kind of ass that Tim would have paid to give him a lap dance in a private room (had he been that kind of guy), an ass that belonged in a music video, was almost what he had expected. Not that Tim had anticipated this specific change, but he knew what Justice was about, and so looking more and more like a woman was par for the course.

"Wow," Tim said, walking toward the mirror, loving the way his rear end swung from side-to-side so sexily.

"I know, right?" Justice said, giving his behind a slap through his pink dress, "My sisters didn't dress the part like you do, but hidden underneath those track suits they used to have some junk in their trunks! Who would have expected it from the avatars of Lust and Desire?"

The old woman laughed a wheezy laugh while Tim gave a spin, admiring his new silhouette. With his breasts, his waist, and now his hips, he had filled out into a classic hourglass shape, the kind of shape he would have loved to admire in his old life, but with his new, adjusted psyche, All Tim could imagine was showing off his new assets, garnering additional attention from both the women in his life and strangers wherever he went. Maybe it was a good thing that Tabby had yet to fix his car. Strutting down the aisle of the bus every morning, all those eyes on his ass as he passed, filled his mind with excitement. Perhaps he could 'accidentally' drop his purse before he sat down, giving him a chance to bend over and give everyone a view they wouldn't quickly forget.

"So I'm guessing they got the masculinity of my rear end," Tim ventured, twisting from side to side, practicing new poses.

"And the amazing absence of sexual appeal that it held," Justice said, "It was amazing, really. Your ass was like a sexiness void, even with all the other changes you've absorbed. The amount of self-loyalty those two had took a lot to compensate for on the other side of the trade. Those ladies weren't using their rear ends for anything useful, and so I figured you doubling up on some sexiness would be a much better use of resources."

Tim began to move his hips to imaginary music. His body responded in ways he had never moved before, dancing like one of the women he'd seen at dance clubs, a hypnotic sway that seemed effortless, inviting. So this is what it would be like to steal the sexiness of just one part of the body from both the immortal representatives of Lust and Desire. Tim had become incredibly attractive, incredibly enticing. The reflection he was staring at was arousing, even to him, and he felt his penis throb inside his panties. He felt like a boy who had just been given a new toy, one he couldn't wait to use. It would be his mother, frozen in the other room, who would get the first look at him, the first chance to be enticed into a sexual encounter by his new gift. Maybe he would have just enough time before he had to leave for class to...

"Wait," Tim snapped out of the fantasy that had begun to form in his mind, "What about all that stuff they'd said about Tabby?"

"Ah yes," Justice said, folding her age-spotted arms, "That girl's got it bad for your. My sisters have already done their magic, taken the edge off, but they wouldn't lie to you, not now. Tabby's going to be back, and it won't take long, especially with how you look now."

"But were they right? Can you do something about it?"

"Not me," Justice said, coming up to stand next to him and wrap her arm around his waist, staring at their reflections in the mirror, the juxtaposition of their disparate images, "Us. You make the trades, I bring the power."

Author's Note: This chapter is dedicated to Raizuto, who has faithfully been hoping for this trade for quite some time now!