Polus, the fluxlord

The Flux Master, Polus, entered the room. He was a tall, imposing figure with long, flowing white hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to glow in the dim light of the room. His robes were adorned with intricate patterns and symbols that Vonce didn't recognize.

"You must be Vonce," Polus said, his voice deep and resonant. "It's time for you to experience the wonders of flux firsthand." Vonce felt a chill run down his spine. He didn't want this. He wanted to be a man. But he knew he had ****.

Polus approached Vonce and placed his hands on his shoulders. "Relax," he said softly. "This won't hurt a bit." With that, he closed his eyes and began to chant under his breath as he focused. Vonce felt a strange sensation wash over him, like he was being pulled apart and remade at the same time. The weird energies of flux swirled about his booted feet

Suddenly, the world spun around him, and Vonce found himself falling into a swirling vortex of colors and shapes. He felt his body becoming lighter, more ethereal. The flux energies spun about him, obscuring his body.

And then there was a flash and the transformation completed, the energies receding. Vonce found himself standing before a mirror. He gasped in shock as he saw his reflection. He was no longer a man, but a petite, big-breasted, and vacuous flux girl. She was much shorter and looked exactly like Rachel, one of the Prime's favorite flux girls. She was naked and on her ass was a fluxgirl tattoo. She was… a she!

He … no she, stared in shock at her newly formed pussy. It was hairless. A small nub of a clit sat atop her nether lips. It was so tiny! Her manhood was gone. She touched her sex and groaned. So sensitive. She really was a woman now! Her cock was gone.

"Well, Vonce, or rather Rachel now," Polus said with a small smirk, "you look lovely. Your new life awaits you."

Rachel looked up at Polus with wide, innocent eyes. "I... understand.”