A pretty face

"It says...46.6% voted for (No) More than a pretty face - Matt is rather average, for now. This choice will give him a gorgeous new face as both a man and a woman." Matt sighed bitterly. He knew he wasn't the most attractive man, but he'd never felt too self conscious about it. Besides being 'pretty' wasn't really a look he was going for. The worst part though was that it reminded him of the change that was coming. A woman. Next time he came, he'd be a woman.

"Well? How bad is it?" Matt asked.

"You look good. Younger too." Malik said.

Matt knew he was being honest, but Malik was too nice to have a bad opinion about anyone, "Jade, give me the truth."

"You look like you belong in a boy band." Jade said.

"And women threw themselves at NSYNC, didn't they?" Samira said, trying to cheer him up.

Jade scoffed, though her words didn't come out as sarcastic as she meant, "Ya. Lance Bass had tons of fans."

Matt shrugged, "Whatever, it is what it is. Well you aren't safe either Jade. There's more on here. It says 35% voted for Stressballs - Touching boobs is a surefire way to calm anyone down, but Jade's boobs are special. Anyone who gropes her will feel happy and calm. A gift that should be shared with the world, Jade won't be able to stop anyone from doing so."

(FYI Tattoo redo and Lasered were basically tied for 2nd at 25% each)

Matt, a little upset at Jade poking fun at him, decided to test it out. When else would he get a chance to grope Jade after all? He reached out and grabbed her chest. He immediately smiled. It was true that touching boobs made men, at least straight men, happy, but this was a whole other level. He could squeeze her boob all day.

"Hey, ... touch my funbags!" Jade said. Then she raised her eyebrows, "I said ... touch. Do not not touch. I love, no. I hate pineapple. What? Matt please keep groping me. Ugh! Samira, aren't you supposed to do something?" Samira had been punching Matt for being creepy since the day they'd met after all.

Samira looked at Jade, then at Matt, "Oh, I'm sorry!" Samira reached out and grabbed Jade's other boob, "Is that better?"

"Yes! I mean yes. I mean thank you!" Jade was getting frustrated. She was getting angry. She was getting horny. She tried to push the hands away from her, but she found herself unable to complete the action. When she complained, her words got stuck in her throat or else twisted to mean the opposite. The transformation said it, SHE COULD NOT STOP ANYONE.

"Fine, grope away, I don't care." Jade said.

"Well, I should read the rest," Matt finally pulled his hand off her and started to read the final transformation on his card, "Avery, you get Stocking Stuffers. 40% voted for it. Avery will long to wear a garter belt with stockings. If she isn't wearing them, she'll feel totally naked."

Avery squeaked, "Not again!" Even though nothing had physically changed, she felt like she might as well be naked. She jumped up and ran around the couch where she knelt down and peeked over the edge, "Don't look! Oh no, I don't even own a garter belt. How am I going to go out to buy one?"

"I'll help, don't worry." Samira said.

Avery nodded and continued to hide behind the couch, "J-just nobody look back here, ok?"

Laurie picked up the dice and rolled, landing on orange. "Rollcall You will get aroused from hearing or saying your own name." She gulped. That was good, and bad. Good because it would give her a way of turning up her arousal when she had to be heard, but bad because it could quickly spiral.

"Laurie, what did you get?" Matt asked, noticing her with the card.

Laurie took a deep breath as her arousal spiked, "R-rollcall..." She said, loud enough for the others to head, "I...get..." She sighed. She worried about admitting it aloud, but she didn't want to hide things from her friends either, "Aroused when I hear my name."

"Oh." Malik said, trying even harder not to look up. He picked up the dice and rolled. He moved his token to an orange and picked up the card, "Need permission to masturbate." He read aloud. He shrugged. Except for experimenting with his transformation, he didn't do that too often. Well, he supposed some people might consider a few times a week often. Well. It's ok. He'd be fine.

Jade rolled next, also landing on orange, "It says...Flashy Moves You will flash anyone that asks. You will not be aware that you are doing it until pointed out. Great so now people can't just grope me, they can make me flash them too. Fantastic."

"Hey Jade, ca-" Matt started to speak but Samira punched him in the shoulder before he could finish.

"Not another word!" She warned.

Matt stuck out his tongue, but didn't push his luck.

Avery stuck her hand over the edge of the couch, "Someone pass the dice please?"

Samira did and Avery tossed them. A 6 put her on a blue tile. Samira didn't wait to be asked, she grabbed a card and handed it to Avery.

Avery read it slowly, "A: Become a 'spoiled princess' (craves designer clothes, finds cheap things offputting) B: Become very low maintenance (can't be bothered to take care of appearance at all)."

Avery had to pause to think about it. Her current style was definitely more B than A. Except that should wouldn't say she put in no effort. She made sure she looked professional for work, but she did consider buying a new blazer from Walmart to be splurging. She was worried that picking B would see her showing up to work in a t-shirt and completely ruining her chances of a promotion. At least with A...well nobody would complain if she wore a designer suit instead of a second hand one.

"Um. A." She finally decided. The change happened right away. She looked at what she was wearing and cringed. As soon as she could she needed to go shopping.

Samira went next. She was only 3 away from a red tile, so she figured she'd end up there. She tossed the dice casually, "Oh. 2. Guess not..." She picked up her orange card, "Undergarments feel optional rather than necessary," She blinked as the change settled into her brain, "Uh ya. Of course. Underwear has always been optional. I never wear a bra. Oh, there's more. It says it is time for a break. Oh, how 'nice'. Instead of 24 hours, we have 30 this time so we can meet up after work."

"I'd normally be ok with you all staying but, um...can you please leave?" Avery squeaked from behind the couch, "Except Samira."

"Yes, we should go. Tomorrow is a work day after all." Matt said, rubbing his hair. He wondered how he'd be able to play off his new look. Maybe he could work remote?

"It's always a work day for me," Jade said, "I'm meeting a new potential client later. Let's hope he doesn't ask to see my jugs. Ew, jugs?" Jade scoffed and hurried out.

"I can help too," Laurie offered, "With shopping."

Avery nodded, "Thanks, I appreciate it." She absentmindedly rubbed her hips. Her skirt felt like it was digging into her skin. She really needed a new wardrobe. Fast.

Avery collapsed onto her couch. She was exhausted. She'd known it all along but she was no match for a seasoned shopper like Samira.

She'd actually gone pretty easy on a new wardrobe. She'd promised herself she wouldn't spend more than a thousand dollars and she'd very nearly kept that promise. After all Over-Engineered was slowly but surely changing her body. She could already tell her hips were wider and her chest was slightly bigger, but she didn't know where she'd end up. She'd made sure to pick things in a few different sizes so she'd have something to wear, and opted for longer, flowy options.

Now she was at a loss for what to do. She was physically tired, but not needing sleep meant she wasn't ready for bed.

She grabbed her laptop and returned to the couch. She spread her legs, leaned back and...started to look up cute designer clothes. The stores might be closed but online was always open.

She made a mental note to ask for a raise. She'd need it.

Samira was glad to have spent the afternoon shopping. She didn't know why, but she'd had a tendency to buy clothes for a much taller woman. Well, enough of that nonsense. She made sure to get a new wardrobe that matched her actual body. She was hot, it was time to be confident in that.

She couldn't afford to spend like Avery though. She was a little jealous of her friends disposable income, but she tried not to let it show. She was proud of her friend for working hard for her money and happy with her own career. Having less money was just something she needed to get used to.

Samira set down her chopsticks and sighed. She'd left Avery and Laurie a while ago and grabbed some takeout, but it wasn't really hitting the spot. As strange as it sounded what she really wanted was a nice...fat...cock.

Samira had given blowjobs before. She didn't love it or anything, but she did enjoy pleasing her partner and getting in back in return. But right now...right now she just wanted a cock in her mouth, a loving partner or not.

Not that she was about to go find a stranger and ask for his cock. That would be weird. Instead...

She picked up her phone and dialed. Ring ring...ring ring...

Damn. It went to voicemail.

She bit her lip.

If he wasn't around...then maybe...

She called someone else.

"Hello?"

"Hi...are you free now? Could I come over?" Samira asked.

"Come over? You've never...oh. OH!" The voice said, "I don't know..."

Samira sighed. She could see why he was ****. It wasn't like they were the closest of friends, "I just need your help with something. Please." Samira couldn't believe she was basically begging a guy to let her suck his cock, but here she was.

"O-okay." He finally said.

She hung up, tossed her leftovers in the trash, and headed out.

Laurie looked at herself in the mirror. "Testing, testing..." She said aloud. She sighed, "Laurie...Laurie....LAURIE." Well that was at least more discrete than having to tweak her own nipples.

Satisfied that her volume was appropriate, she left the change room and headed out to her ward.

"Laurie!" The charge nurse spotted her and called her, "Can you go down to 4 North? They're short staffed tonight and you've got maternity experience, right?"

Laurie nodded, "Yes, I do."

Laurie headed downstairs to join the maternity ward for the night. Unfortunately starting a shift with entirely new coworkers meant having to introduce herself over and over again.

Laurie. Laurie. Laurie. Laurie.

Before she even saw her first patient she had to duck into the washroom to cool down. She was afraid if she opened her mouth she'd start screaming. She couldn't hide out forever though and went to work as soon as her heart stopped racing.

Unfortunately she had other problems that began right away.

Her first patient was a new mom. The baby was asleep as Laurie entered and the mom was just lying in bed, staring at her newborn.

"Isn't he the cutest baby you've ever seen?" The mom asked her.

"Oh yes, he is." Laurie said. She immediately felt her bra tighten as her breasts swelled. She knew if she just walked away it would be permanent, and she couldn't have that, "I mean, no. He's actually kind of ugly." She cringed at her own word choice. Ugly? Did she have to go that far.

The mom looked at her in shock.

"I mean...I'm sorry. Night shift. Um, I'm just here to take your vitals..."

Thankfully the mom didn't protest as Laurie did her job, but her troubles didn't end there.

Between hearing her own name, her nipples rubbing against her shirt, and the jolts of sexual pleasure from completing tasks she soon found herself literally on the edge of cumming. Except she couldn't. Not without permission.

"You look stressed." A dad to be said to her.

"YES!" She said.

He sighed, "Me too. My wife is having an emergency c-section and that's scary, but also I feel like I'm going to be a failure of a father."

Laurie took a few deep breaths, "YOU'LL BE FINE!" She said, far too loudly. She dashed into the bathroom. She needed help. She dialed a number on her phone.

"Hello?"

"AVERY I NEED PERMISSION TO CUM!" Laurie said into the speaker.

"Um. Yes. You may."

Laurie tweaked her nipples and pushed herself over the edge. When she finally calmed down she realized Avery had hung up. She felt horribly guilty. Not only for neglecting her work but also for doing that to a friend.

She hurried back onto the floor, her shift was only just starting.

Jade had discovered something about her new boobs.

ANYONE who groped them felt happy and calm.

ANYONE.

Including herself.

Jade's meeting with her perspective client had not gone well.

The asshole had asked her to show him her tits. She had. She'd slapped him. She'd been very, very angry.

She wasn't angry anymore.

She was back home, taking a long luxurious soak in the bath, groping herself.

She was calm, happy, and content.

Malik had an...interesting time getting home. He couldn't see clothes anymore and so every single person he passed appeared naked. Of course many of them were fat men that made him want to puke, but there were enough hotties in the crowd to have him rock hard by the time he made it home. Of course he couldn't do anything about that, no touching without permission and no way was he going to call a friend for that.

Instead Malik decided to cool down by watching some tv. He sat down on his couch and turned on the news.

He couldn't believe what he saw.

CBC had either taken things in a very new direction or his ability extended far beyond what he thought.

The news anchor was naked.

He flipped channels.

Sports? Naked.

Drama? Naked.

Comedy? Naked.

There was just one exception, thank God. The wording of the transformation just said he couldn't see clothes, but that wasn't entirely true. Whenever minors appeared on screen, they did so full clothed.

He turned off the cable and switched over to Netflix. He'd loved Smallville during it's original run and saw that it had recently come to Netflix. At least in the early seasons it followed Clark Kent in high school.. Surely they'd all be...

Naked. They were all naked!

He shut the TV off and picked up a book instead. Much safer.

Matt opened the door, "Um, come in."

"Thanks."

Matt let her inside and shut the door behind her, "Um, look. I know why you are here...(even if you don't)..." He added under his breath, "It's not a good idea. You know what will happen to me if I...if I..."

Samira smiled at him, "I know. I know you probably don't want to go through that I just...I don't know why but I really, really need a cock. I might give you a hard time sometimes, but you really are my friend and I trust you. You are going to have to transform sooner or later, wouldn't you rather do it with a friend here for support?"

Matt sighed, "You really aren't afraid of becoming 'loyal' to me?"

"I'm not sure what you mean," Samira said, "but this is just a casual thing. I just need a cock in my mouth. After that, I'll get out of your hair. Promise."

Matt frowned. So she didn't even know she had loyal to the producer? How would she rationalize obeying him if he started giving her orders? Not that he would. He was a bit of a perv, but he wasn't a monster.

"I..." Matt started.

"Just-" Samira stopped herself as she suddenly pulled up her shirt, showing off her bare tits.

Matt couldn't help himself. He stared. He felt his cock getting hard.

"Ooops, um..." Samira put her shirt down and blushed, "I was just...um...trying to entice you?"

Matt realized she was as much as victim as he was. No, probably more since she didn't even know why. If he sent her away she wouldn't just go to bed and ignore it. Her need would grow until she found a way to satisfy it.

"Did you call Malik?" Matt asked.

"I did, went to voicemail." She said.

"Ok. Fine. I'll do it."

"Really? Yeah!"

Matt looked around, "Uh...just here or...actually come with me." He led her to his bedroom and grabbed a pillow which he tossed on the ground, "Uh...for your knees." He blushed. He felt so awkward, this was so weird.

"Thanks." Samira said, dropping to her knees. She pulled his sweatpants down without waiting for him and stared at his dick, "Wow...it's bigger than I thought it would be."

Matt was slightly offended, "You thought it would be small?"

"No, it's just so big I was surprised, um, now just let me take care of this, ok?"

She didn't hesitate to take him in her mouth. Matt closed his eyes and let himself enjoy it, and he tried not to think of what would happen next.

His orgasm, when it came, was explosive. He shot rope after rope into her mouth but even as he was still cumming he felt the change happening. His dick was shrinking. All of him was shrinking. He felt himself getting smaller, daintier. Not that he was muscular before but he could tell he was losing muscle too.

Then his dick vanished from her mouth altogether. He collapsed onto his bed as the transformation finished. It was done. He was a woman.

Samira wiped her mouth and stood up, "Thank you, I feel so much better now, oh wow. You're so...pretty."

Matt quickly pulled up his pants, intentionally avoiding looking 'there'. He felt his new boobs moving as he did and he shivered. It was so strange. He looked up at Samira and felt a tinge of jealousy. She got to be oblivious while he had to be totally aware of how much his life sucked.

"Show me your tits again." Matt said harshly.

Samira just smirked, "Nice try. I know it's gotta suck being affected by the game. I'm so lucky that it doesn't work on me. Do you need any help or should I just leave you?"

Matt stared at her. She didn't obey him?

"Well...hop on one foot." Nothing happened, "Raise your left hand." She just stared at him, "Nevermind. I'll be ok. Thanks."

"Ok, then I'll see you tomorrow. Thanks again."

As she left Matt tried to remember the wording.

Oh right.

Loyal to the Producer You must obey any commands from a man if you have swallowed his cum in last 24 hours

From a man.

She didn't have to obey him, not right now.

Matt stared off into space, contemplating his new life.