This choice: Transform gradually over the course of minutes. • Go Back...Chapter #5Transform gradually over the course of minutes. by: Unknown As you enter the electrically lighted interior of the mall you suddenly break out into a cold sweat. At first you attribute this to the sudden shift in temperature, from the hot sun into the cold shadows. But as you continue to walk you feel dizzy and your sweating accelerates.
You continue to stubbornly ignore this nauseating feeling, but once your head feels like being cleaved by an axe from the most devastating headache you've ever experienced, you stop. The headache luckily dulls, but you're sweating so profusely right now that you fear you're coming down with Yellow fever or something.
Very soon, the water literally drips from you, as your face, armpits, thighs and even fingertips are soaked. You feel your summer shirt and shorts sticking to you like a wetsuit. When you looked down you could see that your entire torso is like a wet rag; the pants beneath that looks as if you spilled the bathroom tap all over your midriff. And below at your feet, the water gushes out of your plastic sandals, as if you'd just lifted your feet from a pond.
You panic, not understanding what's going on and try to stabilize yourself against a nearby shop's window pain, next to restaurant. You want to open your mouth to yell for help, but as soon as it opens, saliva escapes as if thrown up. This truly scared you. You look around for help, your mouth now too dry to speak, but you appear to be in a deserted part of the mall. The closest people in the nearby restaurant can't see you.
Then you feel hotter and hotter as heat spreads from the bracelet. You try to rip its off, after it feels like scorching your arm, but to no avail. The heat envelops you like a furnace.
Suddenly all senses and feeling dulls, as if you suffered shellshock. You stare at your reflection of the window pain, thinking the worst is over, when your body contorts. A warm pleasant feeling flows over you, nullifying all pain.
You watch in horror as you body shifts shape before your eyes, in the reflection of the pane you are steadying yourself against.
At first you fear you are shrinking, as you lose a good deal of height and your arms and legs grow thinner.
Then you dread that you are becoming younger, when your arm hairs shrink and your fingers, toes and face morphs to become dainty.
Then you realize something worse is happening.
Your chest which had been irritated earlier, started to swell up. Lifting your shirt you see your areolas become wider and darken, the nipples become more prominent and the flesh beneath them expand as if a water tube beneath each was being inflated. White fluid, which you recognized as milk, leaked from your softening nipples.
You lowered your shirt in terror, as if hiding your growing chest would stop it enlarging. But the nipples poked at the fabric pushing it outwards, until it lifted your shirt upwards.
If you hadn't been shrinking at the same time, your breasts would have lifted your shirt clear off your stomach; but your shirt became larger as you shrank, its newly baggyness counter-acting the lifting motion of your chests, keeping your midriff covered.
Then the rest of you followed; your dry throat couldn't resound your fearful screaming. Your face softened and became feminine, losing all sharpness. The adam's apple got swallowed into your throat. Your waist slendered along with your neck, becoming a waistline. Your thighs and upper arms thickened and your hips flared outward. Fat then collected on your hips and your tail-end.
Your blond hair cascaded onto your face and shoulders as it grew, then altered colour to become silken black-brown.
Then your malehood-member felt cramped. Opening your shorts, you were mortified to see it shrink into obscurity and be replace with the nether lips of womanhood. Your face - pale as a sheet from shock, fear and confusion - stared back as that of a young girl in the pane; notably younger than as you were male.
Finally the most dramatic changes took place in the form of your skin-pigmentation altering to become an oily orange tan. Following, your eyes felt as if stretched, and your eyefolds changed from round to oval to squinted as they slanted to become epicanthic.
The result was a pretty, petite little teenage Asian girl - with terror and panic in her face - staring back. She wore male clothing far too large for her. They lay frumpled and baggy over her slight frame; if she had not held the seam-shorts with her one hand it would have fallen off her.
You look at yourself, not understanding any of this. Trying to stay calm, you looked around for help once again, but the corridor was empty. Then you felt a pain, a cramp in your intestines. Holding your guts, you let out a high-pitched gasp of pain. This was followed by a pain in your groin and then one in your crotch. More pitched squeaks of pain. Finally blessed relieve.
You became aware of yourself breathing heavily, your chest heaving, an the bumps on it heaving along. Your hearing and other senses returned. You became aware of a wetness streaking down your left inner leg.
Looking down, you saw a droplet of blood snaking its way to your calf. Blood? Where the hell am I bleeding? you thought.
Dreading to see, you timidly lifted your shorts a second time to see yourself bleeding from your female folds, the blood-stream eminated from your labia. You felt the blood rush from your head, as your face became as white as a sheet.
Is that.....? You wanted to faint or wake up right about now as you felt like vomiting.
But you were rattled out of your thoughts as you heard another girl gasp: "Ma! Is that girl...?"
You looked up to see 2 women; a nicely dressed mother in a skirted business suite and a younger clone of herself dressed in a flower dress. The younger was obviously the older's daughter. Both had compassionate looks of concern and worry on their faces.
"Are you okay, miss?" the older asked, bending over to you.
You just stared open-mouthed, not sure what to say or whether they would believe you. Not sure you were entirely sane either. How do I tell someone I just bloody turned into a girl?
"Can you speak English?" the younger asked, mistaking your quiet for not understanding in light of your Asian-appearance.
"Y-yes..." was all you could utter.
The older touched your shoulder gently: "What happened? You look terrible."
Well thank you for stating the brutally obvious! I think so too!. you though bitterly. But upon catching your reflection in the pane, you understood what she meant: You looked haggard and harrowed; you were still soaked in your own sweat, your newly grown hair was a chaotic tangle, your oversized clothes looked like a mess on you. All in all, you looked like a street urchen that has barely survived a disaster.
"I-I don't know...know what's happening..." you say in a scared sqeauky voice.
"Ma, we should clean her up. She's a mess!"
"Do you know why your bleeding?" the mother said kindly to you, cupping your chin beneath her hand.
"I don't know what's going on!" you replied petrified in your high voice.
"Let's take her to the bathroom, Melissa." said the mother, picking you up. Melissa agreed.
Now both you and the 2 women had through at different wavelengths: you had thought in your confusion that they had referred to your transformation, whilst they had thought you had referred to your bleeding.
The mother carried you in her arms, a task made easy by you being as light as a feather, into the ladies bathroom stalls.
You tried to protest that you couldn't go in there; they just ignored you: "Don't worry, it's going to be alright, dear."
There, you were completely taken aback when they tried to remove your shorts; and you resisted heavily, trying to keep them on.
"What are you doing?!" you sirened.
Melissa smiled warmingly: "We need to clean you."
"Why?!"
She looked at you seriously: "Do you know what a Period is? What a menstrual-cycle is?"
Your turned a deep shade of red and green. Melissa smiled brightly, seeing that you did: "It's nothing to be afraid of. All girls go through it at your age. Me and Ma are just gonna show you how to deal with them."
You wondered how weak the argument that you weren't a girl would sound.
You were literally paralyzed with shame at the prospect of suddenly transforming into a girl, having a period while your at it, and then just to add insult to already plentiful embarrassment, having yourself cleaned by two strange women after you've bled yourself into a mess. This was ground-zero for the ultimate most awkward experience in your young life. You just sat there - crimson-faced the whole time - whilst they washed your legs and wiped your privates clean. You thought it couldn't possibly get worse. Guess you spoke too soon.
Melissa took out a little blue tissue box from her handbag. Only it didn't contain tissues.You felt like dying right there. For it contained something else: Tampons.
Fuck.
Melissa went on to lecture you like the little girl that you were, how important it was for girls to take care of their plumbing, that tampons would help to stop the blood-flow, and that she was going to show how to insert the tampon properly. And show you she did. You nearly panic when she pushed up the cotton cylinder into you. But breathed normally after the bleeding flow is stopped. She went on to explain that you had to replace it every 4-6 hours during your menstrual cycle, not to suffer blood poisoning. But you just sat there, shock taking you after what you just experienced. Not noticing them pulling your pants up.
The 2 women just nodded and rubbed your shoulders gently, stating that periods were a mean business for first-timers.
The mother then, rubbing your hair, asked who you were and where you lived. Do you ...?   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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