Jynx

You feel your body contort, and look down on your change. Your skin darkens and shifts its shape. Your waist narrows. Your hips expand. Your chest swells. You can feel hair creeping down your head as it grows. Your lips push out from your face as they inflate.

All the while, you hear whispers. They only get louder the longer this goes on. Soon, you understand the sexual desire in those hidden words, a desire for you that excites you despite yourself. Soon, you can see images, the depraved acts these people want to do with you. You see yourself through Misty's eyes.

You can't see anything similar to the Gary Oak you were, but some instinct tells you it's you. Your body curves in an hourglass figure. Your new breasts are around a D-cup, but the curved glass might be playing with the image a bit. They're capped with light pink nipples, erect from attention. You shiver as your milk chocolate skin sheds all your body hair leaving only your flowing blonde hair that falls right above your plump ass. Though you don't want to look, Misty excitedly watches your genitals shrivel and suck into your body, reforming into their feminine counterpart.

You feel physically and mentally spent when the harness lifts you out of the tank and sets you on the floor. You're not used to the balance of this body, so you stumble and fall to the tiled floor. Misty inspects her creation, prodding and groping your lady parts. God, you're sensitive! Her every touch comes with a blast of mental images. Deep in your merged brain, Jynx's instincts urge you to comply with these thoughts.

Finished with her inspection, Misty begins dressing you. She trusses your bust in scarlet bikini top with frills on the top. She lifts you to your feel and holds you till you're steady; you find yourself clinging to the red-head, pressing yourself against her. Misty grins and takes a peck at your puffy lips, "wait till we get home, sweetie." Misty pulls away and helps you into the matching bikini bottom.