Tight Towels

What Jon thought would lead to a room led, in fact, to a long bright corridor. In his mind’s eye he imagined the stadium, trying to orient himself. While the playing field was large, beneath the surface, where he and Kelli found themselves following Toni, the complex must have even been bigger.

Along the hallway they walked, following a slight curve to the right. Doors on either side appeared at regular intervals, but were ignored by their host, who was moving with purpose and confidence. Throughout the walk, Jon had to remind himself that Toni was, in fact, a man. The way he moved, the curvature of his ass, all of it distracted Jon over and over, tricking his eyes into thinking he was following a beautiful woman. And each time Job would start to feel the blood flow to his nether regions, he would have to snap himself out of it, remembering that he was in no way aroused by men. He was in Girl World to meet women!

After about five minutes, Toni stopped at a white door, opened it with a key card that he produced, and held it open for Jon and Kelli, who thanked their host as they entered.

“We can prep you for the game in here,” Toni said, “but we don’t have much time. As you saw, they’ve already started playing.”

“Just show us what we need to do,” Jon heard Kelli’s eager voice, “we’re glad to help.”

“First a shower,” Toni pointed toward the row of shower-heads on far wall, “then we’ll get you into uniform.”

Jon liked the sound of that. He felt a little worn down and dirty after his time at the kissing booth, not to mention the stress of his job interview. Things like that always made him feel sweaty, and his backside felt particularly sticky. He was ready to get clean.

The uniform, too, would be fantastic. He’d seen how women threw themselves at elite athletes. Jon imagined stepping onto the field, the screams of adoration from his new female admirers. He’d be neck-deep on women in no time.

Already naked, the two men turned on the water and let it run over their bodies. Jon’s long, beautiful hair, which had magically braided itself on the walk, unfurled to get clean. The pill that the kissing booth attendant had given him was turning out to be more useful than he’d thought it would. Not only was his hair long and healthy, but it seemed to have a mind of its own, anticipating his needs, adjusting itself to maximize Jon’s attractiveness.

The water was warm and smelled sweet. Dispensers built into the wall provided soap, shampoo, and conditioner. Rubbing his sudsy hands over his smooth, hairless skin, Jon thought about what he would probably be doing if he were back home, not on vacation. Probably something boring like running errands. At home, it seemed like mundane tasks like buying groceries, shopping for blouses, or putting away his clean panties never ended.

His body cleaned, Jon sighed as he turned off the water. It had felt great, but he had a task to accomplish. Not a boring task like he would undertake at him, but something important and impactful. Saving this game would give him meaning.

The water off, Jon felt goosebumps form on his flesh.

“Excuse me, Toni?” He called, “Where are the towels?”

“Oh it’s automatic, sweetie,” Toni called back, “Just press the green button.”

Looking back toward the dispensers, Jon saw a small green button that he hadn’t noticed before. Had it always been there? He looked over at Kelli, who was already reaching for it, looking every bit as wet and cold as Jon. Not one to be left behind, Jon slammed his palm onto the button.

There was a loud whirring, followed by a loud clunk. A number of panels opened up and towels began to fly out at the pair, wrapping themselves around Jon and Kelli’s bodies.

“Ow!” Kelli cried, after being hit in the stomach, taking a step back.

The towels kept coming, more and more. Jon and Kelli found themselves wrapped head to toe in the fabric, tighter and tighter.

“Everything alright in there?” Toni asked.

All Jon and Kelli could do was make muffled sounds, hoping that they were heard, as they felt their bodies more and more compressed.

Then, all of a sudden, it stopped. Jon felt someone working to free him, pulling the towels away. Then he could see like. Then he could see Toni.

“Thank God,” he wheezed.

“Stay here,” Toni said, “I need to free your friend.”

Toni left and pulled the towels from Kelli’s face next. Jon could hear his roommate gasping for breath.

Again Toni’s face appeared over Jon’s.

“How hard did you press the button?” His rescuer asked, working away at removing the endless towels wrapped tightly around every part of his body. Jon didn’t respond, as his chest was to restricted to properly obtain a deep enough breath. Instead he lay on the ground, happy to have been rescued by such a quick thinking person.

Despite its existential crisis, the feminizing spirit could not deny its nature. Be it **** to find a solution to its problem, panicked over discovering that it was far less eternal than it had believed, it was still bound to its sacred duty of feminizing men.

Jon and Kelli, now reunited in their Girl World experience, were positioned perfectly for a magical intervention, and despite the fact that with each transformation the spirit grew nearer from being potentially erased from existence, it could not resist.

Wrapping its power around the two young men, each engrossed in the virtual reality the spirit had created for them, it began to work. Muscles, bones, joints, all began to adjust. Had Jon and Kelli been awake for the experience, the spirit knew it would have been painful. As it was, the **** by the virtual towel dispensers hid any discomfort that the pair would feel.

Tighter and tighter it squeezed, unrelenting, uncompromising. Such a bold move would have been alarming before the Spirit understood its true nature, but now it needed this. An exertion of its raw power felt not only like a pure expression of itself, but a justification of its continued existence.

And then it was over. The spirit lifted away from its victims, leaving them unaware and yet dramatically transformed. The work was good, and the spirit felt an unexpected sense of clarity. The urge to change the men sated, it floated away to its third victim, waiting elsewhere in the house.

There was more work to be done that day.

Jon, freed from the towels, stared at his reflection in disbelief. His shoulders were narrower, his arms thinner, and his waist was, well, waspish. Nover having been a very thin man, even being a bit pudgy as a child, Jon was gobsmacked. How could this be him?

How could he look so amazing?!

The thin man standing in the mirror was, in his humble opinion, the manliest he had ever looked. Finally he had the kind of body that made his chest make sense (even though he was fully aware that his breast forms were still fake, much to his chagrin).

With a body like this, the whole world would open up to him. The whole world of female attention, that was. He pictured himself wearing the tiniest crop tops, the tightest shorts, the shortest skirts. Each outfit now adorning an amazingly dainty, masculine body. It was a dream come true!

Kelli, standing next to him, was turning from side-to-side, admiring his own body, grinning from ear to ear.

“Isn’t this great?” Kelli asked him enthusiastically.

It truly was, although staring at Kelli, Jon couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy. Jon looks fantastic, but Kelli even more so. Having real breasts like the huge masculine ones Kelli could boast of, made the transformation even more profound.

“Well, ladies,” Toni said, returning to the room after having disposed of the seemingly endless supply of towels, “enough lollygagging. Let’s get you dressed so you can save this game!”