The Young Man

It wouldn't be long before the train reached the next station, and Daniel didn't want to stick around long enough for the woman who had stolen from to realize what he had done. There was, though, the problem of the string.

To call it a string was wrong. It was a glowing strand of... well, Daniel didn't know what it was a strand of. When he pulled it out of the young lady's aura, reality itself seemed to rewrite, her body, her clothes, changing as if she had never had breasts before. What was it? Was it a piece of the woman? A piece of who she was?

The glowing green string wriggled in his hand, pulling away from him, deeper into the train car rather than back toward its source. What would happen if he just let it go? Where would it go? What would it do?

The train began to slow down. Daniel couldn't wait any longer. He let go.

Like a dart, the string shot straight toward the nearest person in the car to Daniel. A young man, no more than twenty, was steadying himself on the pole behind Daniel. As soon as the the string hit him, Daniel's eyes lit up with the young man's aura. He could see the scramble, the dance of colour surround the young man, as the string wove itself into the man's very being. Then it happened.

The young man grew breasts. Daniel's eyes grew wide, shock on his face. With no sign that anything was wrong, that anything had changed, the man's chest expanded, leaving an average sized bust beneath his shirt. That wasn't the end of the change, either. As reality adjusted, justifying the change to the young man, his shirt shifted, changing from a dress shirt to a pin striped blouse, one that gave ample view of the young man's cleavage. The young man's face changed slightly, too. Gone was the day-old stubble, replaced with a smooth, clean-shaven visage. The man's eyes gained a hint of eye-liner, his lips a subtle amount of lipstick.

Daniel couldn't believe what he was seeing. Had he just transformed the man into a woman? His eyes glanced down at the man's pants, which had grown quite tight, and saw that he was still, indeed, a man. Not the same man he had been before the string hit him, but a man nonetheless. Daniel looked up again and saw the young man looking at him with a smile, having noticed Daniel's examination, taking it as a flirtation. The young man winked.

The train came to a stop and the doors opened. Daniel ran.