Some earth 11/magic-science-ed female Nightwing because I love women. But I gotta imagine that the hair would be much longer going on regular Nightwing’s preferences
Some Earth 11 Damians bc I absolutely loved @kaiju-dayo’s design. Then I have some E11 Nightwing with long hair bc look at that mullet and tell me it wouldn’t happen
This story was inspired by a conversation I had with my great friend @mrcavanaughtf.
For Trent Taylor and his wife Sarah, their recent nuptials in the previous year had led the seemingly perfect couple to shift into an incredibly rocky relationship. While the pandemic had allowed Trent and Sarah to spend more time together than ever before, it was a bit ironic that their problems emerged once the world started to seemingly go back to normal. In fact, it was their post-wedding photoshoot that was actually the last time that either of them could recall being truly happy with each other’s company.
While they certainly still had intense love and admiration for each other, the concept of life going back to normal after the pandemic had brought back a lot of stress for both individuals. Not only was Trent a wide receiver recently transferred to the Cincinnati Bengals, but Sarah had also earned a master’s degree to specialize in sports psychology. So, it wasn’t all that surprising that the couple weren’t always in the mood to get intimate with each other after such exhausting days.
As a result of these two intense careers, the couple often found themselves getting into fights over texts about who would do chores and cook dinner. Although Sarah was certainly willing and able to cook dinner and do the chores, she didn’t find it fair at all that Trent was able to get off scot-free from doing any house-related duties. The main factor of this was Trent’s upbringing, especially since it informed his way of thinking so severely. Despite being raised in a decent-sized city, the new husband’s deep Tennessee roots had been firmly ingrained into his adult life even after making the move to San Francisco and now Cincinnati.
Although there were some values that were great such as Trent’s chivalrous acts such as holding open doors, pulling her chair out at dinner, and even giving the jacket off of his back as they took a nighttime stroll, there were many that were quite annoying to the woman. While Sarah had known slightly about her husband’s reliance on gender roles as being a man of God, ever since she went back to work it had reached an all-time high in terms of being enforced on her. Trent was always annoyed by the fact that his wife was “too busy” or working late at work to the point where he would arrive home to an empty house with no chores done and no warm meal waiting for him.
As the primary breadwinner as a player for the NFL, Trent’s upbringing had taught him that these rules were widely acceptable, so he always found it quite irritating when his wife was quick to argue with him about it. Chalking it up to Sarah going to some “woke” feminist liberal arts college, Trent was relentless towards reinforcing those gender dynamics and trying to shape Sarah into the perfect housewife. Much of these gender dynamics involved the couple keeping up appearances at any social event as they plastered fake smiles on their faces and pretended to love and adore each other with every fibre of their being.
While she had attempted to put up a brave face during their arguments both at home and on the car ride back from those events, each consecutive meltdown had pushed Sarah closer to ending the marriage quickly and trying to find someone who wasn’t secretly hiding what a backwards-thinking man they truly were. As a result of her situation, Sarah found great solace in her weekly Friday night chats at some shady bars with a few friends. Given the fact that she was now the wife of a fairly well-known NFL player, the group had to do their best to adapt to her new lifestyle by keeping a low profile just to avoid any overbearing fans or paparazzi eager to get photos of her for the next day’s gossip blogs. Of course, despite Sarah’s precautions to prevent any bad press being spread about Trent, her husband still wasn’t the biggest fan of these late-night meetings. He was a naturally suspicious person, even more so as she would make dinner for Trent and leave before even eating any of her own meal. Plus, her clique consisted of a few women and a few gay men that she had befriended in college, which only further angered Trent. He was a Bible-loving man, so he couldn’t believe his wife would willingly associate with people who “chose” that type of anti-Christian lifestyle.
Despite Trent’s long list of issues with these meetings, Sarah persisted in going to them if not solely for the fact that it allowed her to fully rant about her marital issues with people she trusted. While the girls and guys were all in awe as she gave them the full scope of Trent’s personality, they were especially attentive to the backwards gender roles he was eager to enforce on the couple. “What the fuck, does he not realize it’s 2020 and not 1920?” one friend said, slamming her drink down on the table and allowing some of the liquid to slosh out of the glass and onto the table.
Given her friends’ clear annoyance about Trent’s behavior and under the influence of copious amounts of alcohol, Sarah soon found herself slurring her words as she complained aloud about Trent. “Every day, he expects me to work my ass off while he just gets to sit there and relax…” she growled, her angry rant being interrupted many times through the stumbling and slurring of her words. Nevertheless, she continued to complain about her husband, hoping to reach some form of catharsis. “You know, I just wishthat he would for once have to see what it’s like to have all of those expectations put on himinstead!” she continued, her voice oozing anger and disgust while her breath exuded whiskey.
With their drinking making the group carefree and eager to agree with anything, all of Sarah’s friends immediately nodded their heads and recited the same sentiment about wishing for Trent to experience all of Sarah’s expectations. Even without the influence of alcohol, the friends all adored her and wished the best for her, so it wasn’t a shock for them to say the phrases with intense conviction. With Sarah now on her friends’ side in terms of Trent, the friends had allowed the already-crumbling walls of their reservations to finally fall away as they now openly expressed any problem they had with the football star. While it was a sweet moment to have such a heart-to-heart with all of her friends, Sarah had no way of knowing that the repetition of the wish over 5 times had actually activated her emotional plea.
For the next few hours, the group of friends’ continued to drink themselves into a drunken stupor that eventually left their wallets empty of cash. Not wanting to dip into their savings for a simple night out, the group of friends eventually began to part ways, stumbling out of the bar and into their corresponding Lyfts. Once she was home and had made sure that the rest of her friends had made it back to their residences, Sarah soon made her way into the bedroom and slipped into a black silk negligee. With great relief she discovered that her husband was snoring away, safely tucked away in a deep slumber. Given her alcohol-enhanced state, she wasn’t in the mood to fight and argue with her husband. As such, Sarah was free to climb under the covers and slip into her own peaceful sleep without issue, the exhaustion of her night out finally catching up to her.
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Trent wasn’t just having one of the best nights of sleep in recent memory, he was also enjoying a dream where his impressive feats on the football field had led the Cincinnati Bengals all the way to the Super Bowl. Unfortunately, it was a good mood that he feared wouldn’t last into the waking hours. Although he loved his wife and liked sleeping next to a warm body, the fights and arguments the couple often had caused Trent to feel a lot of resentment. He didn’t ask for much, he just wanted a wife willing to do chores and cook him dinner. But even though he asked for so little, his wife had felt that it was a large ask of her to do so. Instead of peaceful nights of fucking senselessly and falling into a deep slumber after wearing themselves out, the couple soon found themselves silent in bed as they scrolled through their phones and tried to remain as distant as possible. So given the fact that she had spent the entire night out, Trent was actually happy to have the place by himself (despite the fact that he absolutely loathed the people she associated with).
But just as the wide receiver was about to score the game-winning touchdown for the Bengals, Trent soon found himself pulled out of the dream as he felt a sudden pain against his left cheek. Jolting his eyes open in shock, he could clearly tell now that he had seemingly been slapped by the figure standing in front of him. As he tried to focus his vision on the subject and wipe the sleep out of his eyes, his eyes grew wide at the sight before him. Standing before him was a 5’8” hunk of a man: it was his own shirtless body! Not only was it his own physique looking down at him, but Trent could tell that the current occupant was visibly pissed off based on their body language of having their arms crossed right below his hairy pectorals and the clear look of disdain showcased on his face.
“What the fuck!” Trent cried out, his mind in such complete disbelief that he didn’t even notice the lighter feminine voice coming out of his mouth. He couldn’t believe it, but no matter how much he rubbed his eyes, the vision remained the same.
“Get the fuck up babe, you’ve got work to do!” his doppelganger demanded, chuckling as he continued to give off an intimidating look.
Turning to the side, Trent was stunned to find that his wife was nowhere to be seen. As he flipped his head to the side, the man soon found his vision obscured with a cascade of blonde hair falling in front of his face. With the pieces beginning to fall into place in his mind, Trent looked down and screamed in a tone that could rival a final girl in a horror flick. Instead of his exposed hairy shirtless body, his vision was met with the sight of a black flowing fabric running across his body. But as he stared at a small yet noticeable pair of breasts bulging against the fabric, it fully confirmed the impossible in Trent’s head. “Sarah, is that you?” he said, finally noticing the tone of his wife’s voice now coming out of his mouth.
A thundering chuckle burst out of his doppelganger’s lips. “Yes, it’s me. Now get up and get ready to finally do some of the work you keep telling me is the wife’s job,” Sarah growled, turning to the side and pulling out a broom and dustpan that she then held out to her husband. As Trent awkwardly turned to the side of the bed and got onto his feet, he felt incredibly disoriented by the weird sensations that he now felt. He felt smaller - weaker - and that both terrified him and pissed him off.
With this rage quickly building inside him, Trent wasted no time getting closer to his wife in an attempt to intimidate her. “Sarah, I don’t know how you fucking did this, but give me my goddamn body back now,” he cried out, his voice displaying a highly emotional mix of despair and anger. While he had tried his best to intimidate his wife and get her to follow his rules, the booming laugh escaping from her mouth proved that it only had the opposite effect.
“Aw, poor little Trent not getting what he wants, what a shame…” she teased, chuckling as she soon began to walk around her husband like a shark circling its prey. “You think I ever got my way in this marriage?” she inquired, which caused Trent’s usual tantrum of pursing his lips and crossing his arms to now make him appear like an entitled woman having a tantrum. “I think it’s time that you’re taught a lesson in respect and understanding, and I’m eager to give it to you. Maybe a few days in my body will be just what you need to lighten up and stop being such a prick!”
“Fuck no, I want my body back now you crazy bitch! I’m the man of this house and I deserve some GODDAMN respect!” he cried out, his voice furthering the impression of an entitled woman having a meltdown.
“But babe, you’re not a man anymore… I am Trent Taylor now. You’re just Sarah, my stubborn wife unwilling to do your role in this marriage,” Sarah stated, the cockiness quickly manifesting on her new lips as they curled into a devilish grin accessorized with an impressive mustache. “But don’t you worry babe, unlike you, I’m actually going to get my way this time. If you ever want your body back, you’re going to become the perfect little housewife. So, how about you get started and clean up this pigsty of a house!” she concluded, her face now beaming in the same cockiness and entitlement that Trent used to display. Approaching her husband, Sarah quickly dropped the broom into Trent’s dainty hands and sent him on his way to start cleaning.
Even though Trent was disgusted by being a woman, the concept of never earning his body back was a risk he was unwilling to take. He’d go along with his wife’s little plan to earn back her trust, but he certainly wouldn’t accept or enjoy any aspect of his new situation. As soon as he was back in his rightful body, divorce papers would be filed and he would be away from this psycho body stealer.
As he began to sweep the bedroom, he couldn’t help but spare a number of glances over to where his wife stood, with burly arms folded across that powerful chest and eyes narrowed as she monitored him like a drill sergeant. It was all so demeaning! Plus, to make matters worse, he was forced to deal with his wife’s constant taunts via snide comments about his performance and whistling due to the way his new supple feminine ass was shown off any time he bent down no matter the angle. There were so many emotions contained within his body that he was eager to express, but for his own pride and attempts to seem like a strong tough man, he proceeded through the sweeping until it was up to snuff according to his asshole of a wife.
With Trent working around the bedroom still, Sarah was clearly eager to explain how their bodies had swapped and what it would have to take to get his own back. “Given that you wanted to put all of your sexist demands on my shoulders, I figured you should get a chance to see what it’s like for yourself,” the newly gender-swapped Sarah said. It was strange as hell for Trent to hear his own voice gleefully tell him how it happened, which only furthered his discomfort and fear towards the situation. “So my dear, you’re going to become the perfect trophy wife. You’re going to conform to all of the rules I assign and do every task I tell you to do, and if you either fail to do a good job or actively try to resist, I’ll make sure you’re stuck in that body a little bit longer…” Sarah said, her voice drawing out the last part of her sentence just to cause Trent to grow more and more anxious about the situation at hand.
Of course, Trent desperately agreed to Sarah’s deal, but he was in no means happy about the situation. The thought of having his body and masculinity held hostage by his wife was already a nightmare, but having to become a submissive wife too? This was Trent Taylor’s personal hell and Sarah knew that. Upon agreeing to the terms and shaking hands, Trent was shocked by both the strength of his former hands and the daintiness of his new ones. But before he could think about the concept much further, Sarah quickly ushered him back into work as she followed him around the house.
After making sure that he did a decent job in a few more rooms, Trent was shocked to find that his wife quickly disappeared into the bedroom and locked the door. Although he desperately wanted to snoop and see what she was doing, he figured that getting caught snooping so soon would only worsen his situation. He had no idea how she had made this happen, but the thought that she did it and loved every second of it made her absolutely terrifying in his eyes. What else could she be capable of?
Before too long, Trent had moved along to the next item of his list assigned by Sarah: mopping the floor of the kitchen. Upon filling up a tub of water that he thought was a close enough mix of soap to water, he struggled to carry the weight given his smaller build. It was a shame to lose all of his muscles, but especially shameful when he could barely carry a bucket of water that he could have done easily in his old body. Dipping the mop into the solution and wringing it out slightly, he began to mop the floor to the best of his ability.
Hearing the door of their bedroom open, Trent ducked his head down the hallway to watch his wife walking down the hall. But instead of seeing his body in only the pair of shorts he had fallen asleep in, Trent Taylor’s body was decked out in an old windbreaker and pair of sweatpants from his days of playing for the 49ers, with a duffle bag slung over his shoulder.
“Wha- Where are you going?” Trent said, his voice showcasing his nervousness. Entering the living room, Sarah quickly dropped the bag down onto the floor with a thunderous thud while eerily glaring at her former body.
“I’m going to practice, Bengals always have practice on Saturday morning…” she said with an annoyed tone. “You would think that you would remember this since you’ve been playing football for years now…” she continued, rolling her eyes as Trent continued to stare in disbelief.
“No, you can’t go. You’ll embarrass me in front of everyone!” he gasped, the thought of his wife fumbling every possible catch and ruining every drill rapidly running in his head.
“I’ll be fine. Get back to work or I’ll extend my stay in your body,” she warned, which caused Trent to quickly rush back to the kitchen and start mopping. Seeing her husband mop the floor wasn’t enough, she wanted to make it worse on him. “No, that’s not going to do. That’s way too simple for someone as cocky as you,” she said as she made her way over the sink and opened the cupboard underneath. After rummaging around for a moment, she quickly grabbed an item and slammed the doors shut.
Walking back over to Trent, she had him reach out his hand and she quickly dropped the item into his hand. “Get on your hands and knees and wash the floor with that!” she chuckled, returning to pick up her bag and turning back to face the man. “C’mon, get to work… or else,” she warned, which caused Trent to swallow his pride and just comply.
As he groaned and got onto his knees, Trent began to dip the sponge offered to him into the water and started scrubbing the floor with it. Hearing the laughter behind him as his wife stared at her own body washing the floor was an easy way to infuriate the man. He wanted to scream, he wanted to cry, and he definitely wanted to throw things around. But his mental rule of always appearing to be a perfect man forced him to conceal those feelings… at least until he was alone.
After a few minutes of watching her husband do simple yet embarrassing tasks, Sarah checked the clock and realized she had to go. “Ok, well, get everything done on the list and prepare dinner for when I’m home from practice. Otherwise, you’ll have plenty more time to get used to being my wife,” she stated with her hands on her hips, giving a cocky grin to her husband before exiting and going to live the life of Trent Taylor.
With his wife now out of the door, Trent allowed those feelings to flood his body and find release in any way possible. Through clenched fists and gritted teeth, the man began to wail and express his sadness in the situation. It wasn’t fair that he would be punished for being a husband just wanting a traditional wife. Traditions were there for a reason, it was beneficial to society! But apparently, his wife hadn’t agreed and found a way to teach him an extreme lesson about her hatred of his perspective. While he had gotten the message loud and clear upon staring down at his new tits and from doing a simple task of sweeping a dirty floor, he knew that this wouldn’t be enough for his bitter wife.
For the next few hours, Trent did his assigned chores around the house until all that was left was to clean their master bathroom. Upon entering the room and flicking on the light, Trent was both aroused and disgusted by the reflection he saw. Given the fact that he was now in his wife’s body, he was still turned on but incredibly annoyed by the fact that he was the one now operating it. He missed his scruffy facial hair, buff chest, and swollen biceps, especially since it was replaced with a set of tits, a hairless form, and two small frail arms with freshly manicured hands. While staring in the mirror, Trent slowly slipped himself out of the outfit and stared at the naked body he had spent many years admiring while fucking it. Looking down and seeing a crotch devoid of his thick cock was a nightmare, but he couldn’t deny the slight tingle of pleasure that ran through his body as his fingers grazed the outer edges of his new vagina. Fuck, this is going to become a problem isn’t it, he thought as he couldn’t help but run his fingers around the edges once more.
While the thought of having a vagina initially grossed Trent out to extreme levels, he couldn’t resist wanting to test out a woman’s orgasm. If anything, he had hoped that it could possibly help him become a better lover once they swapped back since he would get first-hand experience in learning what a female body likes. But as he remembered the rules of this swap, he stopped himself from rummaging around his wife’s drawer of sex toys. Getting back to business, Trent returned to cleaning up the messy toilet stained from his early morning trips to the bathroom where he often missed the stool entirely while in his dazed state. He felt absolutely humiliated as he got down on his hands and knees to scrub every inch of the toilet bowl, which only angered him further as he realized that this was just what his wife was wanting…
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Currently hard at work on a lengthy collaboration with @visceral-stories, so I thought I’d take a moment to reblog one of my older stories that I really enjoyed doing. There are definitely plans on continuing this series eventually, I just need to find a better work/life balance again!
After months of dealing with her boyfriend Daniel’s behavior, Claire had finally had enough. She was tired of having to deal with him ghosting her and just not being a reliable support system. Given her troubled childhood, she needed that for a relationship and he couldn’t give it to her. The final straw came when one of Claire’s best friends detailed how she caught him flirting with girls at a bar during one of the nights Claire was sick at home. Of course, Claire was furious and obviously couldn’t allow herself to remain with someone who had a wandering eye. That night, she immediately approached him about it. To both her shock and disgust, he smugly revealed the truth in graphic detail. Apparently, he had been cheating on her for months now with various women. To twist the knife even more, Daniel plainly stated that he really had no desire to be with her anymore. Obviously, her frustration was incredibly valid, which ultimately culminated in Claire throwing out her smarmy ex and crying herself to sleep that night.
It was the next day when Claire woke up bright and early and began the process of packing up Daniel’s shit. Despite falling asleep crying, Claire woke up that morning with a newfound determined nature. As a result, her early packing began so she could get rid of any memory of him and move forward with her life. In her haste, Claire frantically rushed around the apartment as she gathered any item that either belonged or reminded her of him. To her surprise, Claire was able to keep her composure as she felt no personal attachment to any item she found. However, this soon changed when Claire was cleaning out their drawers and she stumbled upon the pink sweater in his dresser. Holding the soft sweater in her hands, Claire had a moment of weakness as the tears began to flow down her cheeks. Her mind went back in time as she remembered the night Daniel wore that sweater for their first date. So many pleasant memories came to mind, but now Claire felt as if they were now forever tainted by her ex’s behavior. In her longing and desperation to remember the good times, Claire slinked out of her ratty t-shirt and replaced it with the bright pink sweater. As she wrapped her sleeved arms around herself, she gave herself a warm fuzzy hug that she had always so desperately wanted from her former partner.
As she did this and allowed for some tears to softly fall down her cheeks, she suddenly felt a weird shift occur in her bedroom. It felt like a timid earthquake, but she knew this was impossible given that she lived in the Midwest. Despite the slight jolt, Claire’s innate clumsiness sent her tumbling down to the floor. Upon the loud thud onto the floor, she quickly curled up into a ball to try and prepare for any damage. However, just as fast as the violent shaking began, it soon quickly ceased and a calmness manifested. When she looked up, Claire was surprised to see that there was no damage to the apartment. It was almost as if nothing had happened and no such earth-shaking jolt had occurred. Looking around, it seemed like the only thing in the apartment that had fallen was her clumsy body.
“Ow, what the fuck” she said, groaning in pain as she took note of the deeper voice coming out of her mouth. Sitting up, Claire put her hands against the floor and boosted herself up. It was at this point where Claire noticed something strange. Before her eyes, she watched as her hands were quickly morphing into something else. Looking at even the slight changes, it was clear that this was a far cry from her dainty fingers. The pink nail polish on her hands was quickly chipping away until her bare nails were now exposed. With the paint now gone, she watched in confusion as the long nails also began to recede into her hands. “Whoa, what the hell…” Claire said with her increasingly gruffer voice, noticing that every single ounce of femininity has been removed from her hands and replaced with seemingly the wide and weathered hands of man.
Before she could do anything in response, she felt an inverse tugging against her scalp, which caused her to moan in pain. As her hands moved to the source of discomfort, she could only gasp as she watched her inches of blonde hair being sucked into her scalp. With her original mane of hair now reduced to the equivalent of a bob cut, she could only gasp as she ran over to the full-body mirror in her bedroom to get a better look at the damage.
By the time she had walked into the room, the hairstyle of a man had replaced her glorious hair. As she ran her hands through the foreign hairstyle she now had, she couldn’t help but groan as she noticed the sheen of her intense hair care was removed entirely and her new style lacked any care or style whatsoever.
Watching the mirror still, she stared in awe as she watched her eye level raise inch by inch. With each inch, her body jolts as she’s ratcheted up way past her original height of 5’5”. After a minute or so of this process, it’s clear that Claire now stands at a grand 6’1” height. As she reaches this new height and takes into account her new hairstyle and hands, her eyes turn into wide saucers as she realizes what’s happening to her. Somehow, she’s slowly transforming into an exact copy of her ex Daniel.
These suspicions are only further confirmed when Claire groans in pain. With each passing heartbeat, it feels as if her chest is being punched incessantly. Due to the pain localizing in her modest breasts, Claire doubles over in pain. Through the pain and shortness of breath, Claire gasps as the breasts that once protruded from the thick sweater slowly fade away from existence. She grasps her breasts in a last ditch effort to save them, but this is to no avail. With minutes, the fleshiness of her breasts has been completely erased and replaced with a small set of pectoral muscles.
When a deep tremor of pain radiates from her groin, she gasps as she realizes what’s about to be happening. In both perverse curiosity and anxiety, Claire drops her underwear and watches as the nub of a cock head begins to push outwards from her feminine equipment. Inch by inch, a new dick emerges and upon looking at it, she’s reminded of all the times she had either had it inside her or pleasured it prior. It was incredibly uncomfortable to watch it slowly manifest on her own body, but despite this, Claire continued to watch. As her testicles manifested and her new genitalia immediately began to harden in response to her new reality, she was unsure of what to do. To conceal her growing package, she quickly pulls up her underwear and runs from the mirror. In an act of desperation, Claire quickly searches through Daniel’s box of remaining items for any form of more appropriate clothing. To both her relief and disgust, she soon found a red pair of briefs that he had once left there. Despite hating the fabric and color, the tightness of her new cock wrapped around her panties was too painful to bear much longer. Looking away after blushing at the sight of her impressive dick, she quickly swapped out her underwear and smiled as she let out an exhale. To her glee, the briefs were able to provide some relief to the uncomfortable woman.
The changes continued once more as they interrupted her moment of calmness. Once again, that intense pressure began to permeate through every inch of Claire’s body again. With only a few changes left, she watched as her body began to grow the exact muscles that Daniel had loved to show off. Her frail arms grew an arch as a small set of biceps to go along with her now wider forearms. With this intense exchange between genders, her neck thickened as it lost its dainty appearance. Her stomach rolls in discomfort as abdominals push forth from her originally toned torso, causing her to run her hands across the muscles. Her torso overall also expands as she loses her feminine shape. As she stares down, she watches as her torso grows wider and gains the broader physique of a man. Hip span decreases for the woman as well as her legs also reshape to gain the muscles of all the years of running Daniel did in his free time.
With all of the muscles grown and her now looking like the spitting image of Daniel, Claire had figured that the changes would subside. However, she was proven to be wrong as she began to grow squeamish from the various sensations pulsating throughout her body. As she looked down in confusion, she could only stare as her baby smooth legs quickly grew the hairy aesthetic of men’s legs. Inch-by-inch, body hair pushed through each follicle as her body finalizes its transition into the male sex. The hair runs down her body as it dusts across her new chest and arms. With now-hairy forearms, she notes just how manly she looks as she curiously flexes her muscles and chuckles in her now deeper voice.
As the changes seemingly finished, Claire fumbled around her apartment in a desperate search for her phone. Upon finding it under her couch, she gasps as she finds that her phone has also undergone a transformation. Instead of the bright phone case she once had, her phone had been completely replaced to be an identical copy of Daniel’s down to the basic clear case he had. Both in awe and to confirm what she’s seeing, Claire quickly opened up her camera app and began to take photos of her new body. Still uncomfortable with her new body, she shyly used the large sweatshirt to cover up her still hard boner.
Still in awe, Claire began to snap photos of her new body to try and get a better understanding of how she looked. However, as she continued to take photos at various angles, the newly created man was oblivious to the last set of changes settling in. With each passing photo, Claire’s personality and identity were slowly being chipped away and replaced with Daniel’s womanizer personality. By the twentieth photo, it was clear that the shy girl was gone and replaced with the cocky man she had just broken up with.
Before he could continue his self-indulgent photoshoot, the man jolted his head as he heard keys jingling from outside the apartment. Despite his indecency, Daniel was not flustered or rushing to get clothes. Instead, he sauntered over towards the door as keys were inserted and the door was unlocked. Upon the door opening, he was met with the annoyed face of his ex-girlfriend Claire…
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As Daniel walked down the street to pick up the remainder of his items from his ex’s apartment, he couldn’t help but grow irritated at himself for his stupidity. Although, Daniel couldn’t quite decide whether he was upset that he was unfaithful to Claire or the fact that he was stupid enough to get caught. He supposed that he brought it on himself given how blatant he was to parade his various side pieces around town.
However, despite his annoyance about being caught, he couldn’t absolutely say that he was upset that Claire had found out. For several months now, he had felt them drifting away from each other, but after two years of being together, he felt like he didn’t want to consider that time a waste and just leave her. By having a side fling, he hoped that he could get it out of his system and grow closer to his girlfriend once more. But of course, one side fling evolved into multiple side relationships that required Daniel’s discreet investment into burner phones to contact his undercover lovers.
While continuing to stroll down the street, Daniel went back to that awful night as he pictured the look on Claire’s face when she confronted him. With mascara-stained cheeks as she sobbed and asked if it was true, it was one of the only times in his life that he had ever felt true remorse for his actions. He understood why she broke it off with him and made him leave, but he wished that he could have explained himself and tried to have her understand his reasoning. Like his friends often said during his college years, he had a way with the ladies and he figured he would have been able to soothe his girlfriend and remedy the situation before any further heartbreak occurred. But, he was unable to get that far as she pushed him out of the apartment and threw out a handful of clothes at him before slamming the door in a huff.
Regardless, a few days had passed and Claire had finally reached out to Daniel. It was strange to talk to his former girlfriend without the romantic pleasantries they used to share. Instead, he was sent a simple message to come over and pick up his shit and that was all there was to it. After trying to blow her off and tell her he’d be over later, the read receipt popping up on his text with no response left him worried about his property dealing with her heartbroken rage. So, given that he didn’t want her to destroy any of his prized possessions, he picked out the best clothes he had on hand to try and impress and woo his ex. Despite the pressing issue about worrying about property damage, Daniel finally left the place where he was currently crashing after an hour of preparation and began to head over. While he walked through the city towards their shared apartment, Daniel gasped as he felt heavy vibrations rattle his thin body and send him sprawling down onto the sun-baked concrete. However, as he looked around, every other person walking by was seemingly oblivious to what Daniel was experiencing. Trying to think of a logical answer, Daniel hopped onto his feet and brushed himself off. Given his drunken-fueled moping session the night prior, Daniel chalked it up to a brutal hangover side effect and continued on his trek to Claire’s place.
However, just like with Claire, this reality-shaking quake had life-altering plans for the oblivious Daniel as he strolled through the busy city streets. At first, the changes started out simple for the man. Any bystander who had glanced at the man would have noticed the man’s dark brown hair slowly beginning to lengthen and bounce and sway with each passing step. Upon reaching his shoulders, his dark brown hair began to quickly lighten as the golden sunrays transformed his hair into an equally golden blonde color. Oblivious still, Daniel tossed his long hair back behind his shoulder and made a mental note to get a haircut soon.
As he reached a corner and patiently waited for the crossing sign to light up, the changes in his hair soon ceased, leaving him with a glorious mane of hair that now dipped below his shoulder blades. With the wind blowing the hair in his face, Daniel’s body moved with a newfound muscle memory as he used a bright pink hair tie that had manifested around his wrist to tie his hair back into a tight high ponytail.
Upon finishing, he got the light to cross the walk and his pace picked up once more as he continued his journey. With his hair completely changed, the progression of his transformation continues as his face begins to slowly evolve. It started out simple, as his lips slightly inflated to give him a fuller set of lips. However, soon after, his face began to lose the angular muscular appearance as it smoothed out and gave him a softer look. His nose shrunk in size as it became more petite and girly along with his eyes lightening up to match Claire’s glacier blue color. The thick eyebrows that once defined his face also began to change, as they were magically trimmed into a more narrow appearance.
From the neck up, Daniel was now the spitting image of his ex-girlfriend. With an approachable and sweet face, it looked quite strange as his masculine body was further showcased by the tight leather jacket, plain white t-shirt, and form-fitting pair of jeans that he was wearing. However, that plain white t-shirt began to soon fit differently on his body as two fledgling breasts began to push forth from his chest. While having a more toned physique, it was strange watching the cocky man walk with determination while his chest began to grow more and more bouncy. With each passing step, the lack of any form of support soon made the man grow incredibly uncomfortable. No alarm bells rang for the man, but to try and make himself feel better, he zipped up his coat and hoped that the tight leather would prevent any more foreign bouncing. The hefty bouncing d-cup breasts were quite uncomfortable for the man despite his obliviousness to his situation, but as he zipped up the jacket and trapped the new additions, he felt temporary relief and began to pick up his pace once more.
With his chest now finishing growing outwards, the start of an hourglass figure began to appear for the man. Daniel soon inhaled in discomfort as his bones began to rearrange, causing his hips to push outwards to finish the alluring curves of a feminine figure. While this happened, Daniel’s set of abdominals began to fade away, leaving him with a soft toned stomach that now joined his torso in complete hairlessness.
The changes progressed further down Daniel’s quickly feminized body with his ass to become the next victim of the transformation. As his firm ass began to grow more pillowy and peach-shaped, Daniel groaned in discomfort at the increased bulk of his ass was straining the limits of his tight denim jeans. In an act of desperation, he pulled against the waist of his pants to try and remedy the discomfort he was feeling in the tight jeans. However, his desperate attempts at relief were soon fixed automatically as the changes progressed. With the changes now focusing on his crotch, the various inches of Daniel’s infamous dick was soon lost from the naked eye as the imprint in his jeans began to fade away. In actuality, Daniel’s sexual anatomy was completely reforming from the inside and pulling his male anatomy inside his body to reform it. Before long, both his shaft and balls had been completely sucked up into his newly created void as they were repurposed. His balls quickly were changed into a pair of ovaries that traveled deeper into his growing female anatomy and his shaft was hollowed out and changed to help form the vaginal canal.
With the essential parts of his anatomy changed, the transformation quickly began to finish up as it traversed down his legs. The angular muscle that was just beginning to grow from Daniel’s newfound obsession with the gym quickly disappeared as his thighs grew thinner and his calves lost its bulging muscle. To go with these newly feminized legs, all of his hair vanished from sight, leaving him with a freshly shaved set of smooth legs. With his arms, the transformation jumped back to the two limbs as they lost any form of muscle they once had. In tandem, the man’s thicker hands of his began to shrink and evolve. As this smaller size transformation occurred, any dry and weathered skin was quickly repaired until he was left with smooth and supple hands. To finish the changes, Daniel’s nails began to push forth from his fingers until they resembled talons in terms of their length. However, these nails soon became well-manicured as this magical force quickly filed them to perfection. To finish the physical changes, pink nail polish quickly manifested itself onto his new nails and gave it a new found sheen.
With these physical changes completed, the universe then began to try and remedy the awkward clothing that the newly created Claire was now wearing. Immediately, a bra began to manifest itself around Claire’s perky tits to secure them from bouncing anymore. With a leather jacket no longer working for Claire’s new appearance, the jacket soon contorted and glitched away from existence until she was left wearing the plain white t-shirt. However, that shirt was not safe from re-configuration either as it was quickly reworked into a light blue blouse that perfectly suited her new physique. With her underwear, the pair of boxer briefs she had previously been wearing quickly transformed into a soft material that now perfectly hugged her body without having an awkward bagginess due to her lost male anatomy. Inch-by-inch, the denim jeans began to ride up her legs until a skirt appeared on her body that perfectly matched with her blouse. Finally, the pair of Vans that she was previously wearing began to quickly readjust. Despite a few stumbles as her feet shifted into the new shoes, her haste continued as she walked her way into a brand new pair of stylish high heels.
After a few more blocks, Claire exhaled in relief as she found herself at the steps of her apartment. After buzzing herself in, she began to pace up the stairs and prepare to get this awkward interaction over with. However, as she walked up each flight of stairs, her personality began to quickly evolve to match her new body and life. No longer would she remember her life as Daniel, which was solidified as the memories of Claire transferred over to the new Claire and finalized the transformation. In response, her demeanor soon changed as well. The cockiness and annoyance that defined their old personality quickly began to shift into more of a slight anxiety and anger at the situation. Despite being crushed by Daniel dumping her, Claire was doing her best to move on from him. She wanted to remain strong and stand her ground in case her ex even attempted to try and remedy their broken relationship. She deserved better, and after sleeping on it, she was adamant about finding it once more after she allowed herself some time to move on.
With this new personality taking hold, Claire fished her keys out and slid her key into the lock. Upon unlocking the door and walking in, the distraught ex-girlfriend caught direct sight of her ex-boyfriend standing there in his infamous sweatshirt and a pair of red briefs. “What the hell are you doing? Why are you in your underwear in my apartment?” Claire stated, her voice perfectly showcasing her severe annoyance.
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“Uh, hey Claire. I was just putting on some clothes from the box of stuff you had packed for me. I figured you’d like to see me in this sweater again. Maybe it could remind you of the good times rather than the bad…” Daniel stated, his head tilted low in faux-shame as he walked closer to his ex.
“Yeah, all of the times I remember are the bad ones now. I don’t want to waste time thinking about the few and far-between good times. Please get your shit and get out of my apartment.” Claire said as she tapped her high-heeled foot against the wood floor in frustration.
“If you say so hot stuff…” Daniel said as he let out a quick chuckle. “I’m sorry and all, but you don’t have to be a bitch about it” he continued in annoyance. “Well, I wouldn’t be a bitch if you weren’t an asshole who was constantly looking to get his dick wet…” Claire said, her tone growing higher as she lost some of her fortitude. “Now, get out of my apartment and take your shit with you.” She continued as she walked over to the box on the floor and kicked it across the floor until it bounced against the front door.
Now knowing that any chance of reconciliation was out the door, Daniel angrily huffed and walked over to the box. Leaning down, he threw on one of the pairs of shorts and gave a glare towards his ex. With her angry face remaining locked in that emotion, Daniel grabbed his boxes and attempted to turn the knob and open the door. After letting him fumble for a few moments, Claire stomped over to the door and pulled it open and pushed him out the door. Turning back towards him, she quickly grabbed onto Daniel’s free hand and pulled out the set of keys that he was clutching. Upon regaining his set of keys, Claire flashed a fake smile towards her asshole of an ex and waved him away. Once out of the threshold of the door, Daniel could only watch as Claire said nothing and slammed the door in his face
As the door slammed shut between the both of them, they each had separate reactions to their exchange. Locking the door as he left, Claire was unable to contain her rage at her pitiful ex. In response, she forcefully chucked his key across the room and screamed “ASSHOLE” at the top of her lungs.
With Daniel walking down the stairs and struggling to hold onto his boxes, he felt a hint of regret by his behavior. He didn’t expect Claire to so boldly reject him like that. It was quite the ego hit, which was really rare for the blissfully cocky man. Before long, he reached the bottom of the stairs and quickly made his way out onto the busy street. While walking down the street, it didn’t take long before Daniel’s wandering eye began to make its reappearance. At every possible red light, Daniel caught sight of all of the gorgeous women that were around him. Who needed a relationship anyway? With a city this big, Daniel theorized that he had plenty more fish in the sea to get in bed before he ever decided to settle down again. He was young, hung, and hunky, so why should he only devote himself to one person? As he continued walking, Daniel soon made plans to head to a bar and catch up on lost time by hooking up with someone out of the sea of horny women who would be itching to get with him.
As Claire calmed down and walked towards her couch, she pondered about what to do next now that this hurtle was finally over. While thinking, she couldn’t help but be thankful that there’s not a single trace of him left in her living space now. Upon this realization, she breathed a sigh of relief as she realized that she finally could start over. Despite Daniel’s behavior, she still had feelings for him deep down. So, she knew that she needed to be distancing herself from him as much as possible. To her, her strong stance in rejecting him was the only way to not have her falling back into his arms on a lonely night. As she drops into the couch and slumps into it, she groaned at the situation.
Why did she always have to fall for the bad boys?
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