by muffinstud » Sun Sep 06, 2009 12:06 am
[Two posts in one day! I figure the one this morning counts as Friday's, what with me being out and whatnot. So yeah, let the masses rejoice. Or something.]
Nosnits:
Robert starts to see the changes now, as his arms slim down. Almost any muscle definition he had simply vanishes under the supple skin of his arms. They don't even appear to have the hair on them they once did. In truth, it's still there, only much finer and lighter, light enough not to even notice himself. His womanly arms end with dainty hands and fingers. His nails stay the same length, but they have a soft pink color to them now and look well taken care of. The fingers are thin with a little plump in his palms. Once again, dainty is the word. That daintiness is covered by long white sleeves from a button up white shirt that may have not been that way earlier. The poofy shoulders seem somewhat out of place until his torso shrinks down on itself. Although mostly covered by the button up shirt, (which isn't buttoned, by the way) the daintiness has passed to his chest and neck as well. The top part of him looks so fragile, yet pretty at the same time.
Evra: [continuing to move up the scale, but not quickly enough...]
Alex feels something tingle under his shirt. It feels kind of weird, but in a good way. The feeling pushes out with each breath, and his white shirt tents out with rounded suppleness. While his breasts end up similar in size to Claude's, they appear larger on his smaller frame, not to mention rounder. When next he speaks, his voice will be a 1st soprano, high in register and with a meek volume. A high, quiet voice to fit his shy personality. His skinny waist pulls in on itself at the sides, while at the same time his hips stretch the fabric of his shorts. They seem to be made of elastic or spandex, because they pull closer to his skin as his hips spread just wide enough to be womanly. Were it not for some loose material hanging from his belt line above his crotch, it would be clear just how tight the stretchy shorts were. To compliment his new hourglass figure, his thighs gain a certain plump roundness while keeping true to the thin overall body shape he is achieving. If he looked like a girl before, there is no doubt about it now.
Ginny: [Holy. Freaking. Cow. I actually skipped over some triggers just to let Evra have a chance.]
When next Claude speaks, it will be as a 2nd soprano. Not as high as Alex's, he has no problems with quietness. In fact, his voice is now naturally a little louder than before. Though he cannot see it, this lovely voice is now accompanied by a sickeningly cute face. Razor thin purple eyebrows hint to large, beckoning blue eyes and full cheeks of softness. His sharp chin is balanced by a heart shaped jaw line and smallish ears that just barely keep his locks at bay. The white dress-like outfit draping over him is starting to look more appropriate. His cute breasts are accented by a waist that draws the eyes inwards with it's curve. As much as his waist points inward, his hips shout outwards, forcing the hem of the outfit to have plenty of space to swish around his legs. Most of that swishing will be in the front, since his butt followed suit with his hips in pushing the fabric outwards. The legs the fabric swishes around are thin, with a plumpness shared with Alex's. In fact, their legs are almost identical in shape, save for Claude's being longer. Despite being as slim as they are, they have a certain spring to their step, perhaps from the much smaller feet and shoes he now has. They are absolutely tiny, making walking on his toes not much different from using his heels. Now, with all these physical changes, Claude looks very much like what he has been seeking after so forcefully. But now something pops in his head. When he sees Alex's breasts, he only feels admiration. No longer does he long for soft curves and long hair. He has those. No, now those feelings he has are directed towards strong jaws, thick arms and flat chests. Claude is now attracted to men.
Neph:
Vincent's athletic arms seem to be seeping into his chest. Like the arms, his chest is thinner than it once was, but it maintains an appealing amount of muscle tone. His neck is thin and elegant, by contrast, supported by shapely, large deltoids that are made obvious as the back of his shirt completely dissolves, save for a small portion clinging to his neck and a band wrapping around above his abs. What is left in front is red, and while not exactly stylish, most definitely the top to a bikini.
Taylor:
Taylor's shirt and pants fuze into something that appears very oriental in cut. The hem reaches to about mid-calf and is open, with a cut down one leg to allow for movement. It hugs his body closely, and is a light enough pink to almost appear white. Also of note is a teardrop hole cut below the high neckline. Because of how it clings to his form, Taylor's body can easily be seen slimming down. His body is fit, but no tone appears through the outfit. Only smooth skin that only seems to be the framework for something else, crying out to be more womanly. Part of this cry is heeded. Through the teardrop hole, a line forms in Taylor's chest. He feels a tingling and pleasing sensation, and all can see cleavage form between B cup breasts.
Rodney:
The unkemptness flows down Romuald's back. A cow-lick sticks up near the back of his head, somewhat exaggerated by the length of hair it pushes up. Despite being wild and free, the golden locks seem to be that way partly by design, as there are no tangles or split ends to be found. The two long strands of bang that frame his face are thick and free like the rest, and may easily wind up getting in the way should he move his head too quickly.
Lost:
Jake blinks and instantly his eyes are the same blue as his hair. Like his hair, these eyes are deep, blue and shining. Oceans seem shallow compared to these things. No real drastic changes occur to his face, only that it seems softer, more refined. All the lines seem to be somewhat simple yet elegant. This concept is perfected in his arms. Long straight lines bend in just the right way and in the right places to make arms that are simply perfect. On a woman, that is. The shape of them seems to have a certain grace and sleekness that is hard to find even in models. His hands are the crowning glory of this simple elegance. Thin, but not too thin. Long, but not too long. Seemingly plain at first glance, but on the second one realizes that they are what hands are meant to look like. Well, a woman's hands, anyways.
"Well, you'll have plenty of time to live in a van down by the river, when you're living...in a van down by the river!" --Matt Foley, motivational speaker