[Greg] A first change

Madame Yilda is still sitting on the subway floor, then she is not. She is back in her room, lit only by candle light. In front of her a crystal ball, showing the image of the man from earlier sitting uncomfortably on the cold plastic of the train. He is hugging his briefcase while looking at the other passengers with disgust. In front of the crystal ball a deck of cards, already shuffled. The Iunctia is tucked safely under the crystal ball. Madame Yilda takes the top card of the deck and smiles.

His good mood had lasted for two minutes top. The harsh reality of being in a cart full of people with no sense of style or how to carry yourself had hit him quickly. He opted for sitting down in one of the few plastic benches with no one close, bracing his briefcase for dear life. He didn't deserve this situation.

He felt pain in his chest. Like his heart had finally decided to give up on the rest of his body and was pushing his chest to find an exit. He looked down to see that it was not only pain. His chest was actually expanding rapidly. He wanted to scream, but something was preventing him. He could only exhale a faint "...the fuck!" as he jumped of the seat and stared at his body as it changed more. His hips were growing as well, getting a more curvier form than his proper slim one. He could feel a tingle on his face so he decided to use the black screen of his phone to look at himself. His five o'clock shadow had completely disappeared, leaving his chin bare and soft, and now getting thinner and less chiseled. His nose was getting smaller, and his cheeks were getting higher. He watched as, like to complement his now feminine face, his hair started to grow until they were past his shoulder.

As the transformation was going on he looked around, trying to find help with a pleading look in the other passengers. Most ignored him completely. A few people watched him curiously, like they didn't understand his pleas, then shook their heads as they moved away from him.

"These degenerates don't even fucking understand when someone is really in need of assistance. Fucking phone! Why are you dead?" Greg whispered under his breath.

When finally the breasts stopped growing, another pain captured Greg's attention. This time in his genitals. He didn't want, nor dare, to look. So he went back to his seat, exhausted and scared, as he felt his dick being pulled further and further inside, until he didn't feel it anymore. Now a new feeling was between his legs, something hollow that he didn't want a confirmation on.