[TFs are done! Well, they are for those that are still playing. Thanks for putting up with my absences, everyone. I'll do my best to make this worth it.]
"Looks like they're all done." Dave stands and sighs. "This is going to suck." The woman lounges in her chair and waves him off. "Oh, don't worry. They won't be able to see your face. It'll be easy." She mops up the last of her coffee. "Oh, and can you get me a refill while you're out? Thanks." Dave rolls his eyes and trudges out of the room.
[Note: Although the pics show a certain outfit, your characters all will still be in their ill-fitting mancloth.]
BlazeAnd it is gone. The last stretches of Frank's hips pull her pants flush with her groin. Both sight and feel confirm her new gender to her. Now Frank is a
black-haired beauty.
KnightThe knowledge coating the walls of the library does nothing to soothe Sam's troubled mind. She feels her breasts reach their apex just as something puckers between her legs. The
red-headed knockout wears Sam's clothes and thinks Sam's thoughts.
Harri and ZillaBending down, Leon cannot call the person before her a man. Despite the unflattering position, this woman's breasts are much larger than the ones Leon feels on her chest. Her laughter doesn't help hide them either, causing jiggling inside her ill-fitting shirt. Kneeling over her causes Leon's longer hair to brush against her cheeks and get into her field of vision.
And yes, with only a soaked and clingy pair of underwear to contain Leon's dignity, it's obvious she is no longer male.
The kneeling Leon and
the sitting George can see the final results of whatever must have been in that water.
Zoey and MikiThe hand Michael has on her crotch confirms the worst of her fears. She feels only a flat, somewhat rounded junction between her legs. The sensations from rubbing up against Jonathan linger throughout, very alien and strange but not altogether bad.
Michael's reflection looks back at her, revealing her provocative and vulnerable pose.
MendoLooking around, Matthew sees her distorted reflection in the metal of a large postal dropbox. Despite the poor quality of the reflection,
a strong and utterly female figure looks in confusion with her. Matthew's hips pull the front of her pants flush against her groin as she stands, confirming the feel of her womanhood.
On the other side of the gate, a figure slowly approaches wearing what one of those hazmat suits like in the movies. Plastic all around, a little bit of clear plastic to see out of, and a small oxygen tank strapped to the back. The figure waves to Matthew and muffles some words at her.
"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