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Lee was always a quiet young girl about her studies. Long black hair, of Asian descent. She had an athletically slim body and dressed typically feminine, but also dressed masculine to avoid the fact that she wasn't as well endowed as her other typical feminine counter parts even had a name for her alter ego, when she presented this way she went by jin. After a rough year and massive amounts of stress she found herself really being himself more often than not, for men wouldn't sexualize her no one touched her without permission, due to her finger all she really had to do was wear a lose fitting shirt and jeans and of course the one thing most women have realized the joys of men's boxers the way certain pairs caressed their bottom and offered a refreshing amount of support for well someone who doesn't really have the parts. It made them happy but when needed they went by "she/her" when feminine presenting and "he/him" when he is male presenting hardly every pushing the "they/them" aspect. But today was the best day of the last exams as Jin walked around campus free of stress he was feeling great always supported by his peers which ever presented they engaged with. Today there was a party where he confirmed Lee would attend. In the middle of the conversation a friend offered a piece of jewelry for Lee to wear to the party it was a bit in the nose as it was a yin and yang pair of ear rings he felt it was slightly distasteful but the feminine presentation of Lee almost whispered "but it would be so pretty" which confused him bc well he was Lee but either way they didn't think that over the top feminine stuff pushing that temporarily to the side to as he thanked the friend jen regardless bc well her heart was in the right place. As the group disbanded and all finished the finer details of the party and location Jin entered the room and removed his hat that hid their hair and removed the boys jeans peeling away the facade in the full body mirror Lee watched herself slowly undress coming to terms with her flat belly and small but lovely modest breast that were b cup and stared as her hair hung down from its restains relieving the admirable large amount of pain of tying her hair to be Jin. And as she slowly removed the pants she was greeted by traditional wide hips despite her frame and smooth thighs then to toned calves and with the final removal she let out a long slow breath shedding off the presentation of Jin and embracing the fact she was now presenting as Lee in Jin's boxers turning to the side to see the gentle yet nice curve of her ass all the way past the apex of her check down and moved to the point of getting ready for the party the first thing to do was take off jobs underwear and put on lees thong, now admiring the view of her tight shapely ass now on display to due to the feminine underwear. And placed a bra on her bare breast which was a pain for all women but it went super cute with the dress she was planning to wear. At this stage of her life she was proud to be at 115 pounds of lean athletic body frame. Her height aides this as well as the distribution of fat was spread very flatteringly on her slim frame at 5'8 she took out her make up kit not due to skin tone skin concealer was never needed but she did pride the difference in her presentation as Lee with mascara and was pretty good at the angel wing style she had grown find of using used some lipstick to emphasize the subtle red of her lips and slipped on a very well form fitted dress that had some asian traditional inspired themes that eventually melded to a more grunge steampunk machine style in the form of golden sticking with a plain matte black color. She brushed her tangled hair and then looked at her ears ready to put on her new jewelry, as soon as she slipped them through her ear lobes and she couldn't help but smile and for the first time in forever really enjoy the look of her as is, a second thought popped up when draw to where the dress grabbed her chest, her cleavage was normally non existent just due to her preferred clothing style but she felt a heart stopping appreciation of her figure as the dress closed just the right way to give her a decent cleavage appearance for her bust size anyways. She chalked up the burst of true feminine appreciation due to the melting of stress from exam week. Put up her hair and then went off to meet her friends. While on the way to the popular frat house she made small talk as slowly her whole crew assembled. To start she knew jen the gift giver a 5'5 brunette with boobs too big for her body and not much else but she deff used the party as an opportunity to show off her girls. Unfortunately due to the awkward body shape she had insane back muscles that bulged down her back to the rest of her average sized body made her quite popular with the boys, a deep purple metallic dress with bedazzled beads leading to the apex of her canyon of cleavage her breast slightly spilling over the top of she wasn't careful. Allie a red hair freckles girl who was your typical shy girl nerd until you looked at her massive ass swaying left and right in a plaid dress and white button up shirt with glasses. And Jack the guy who seemed very interested in Lee but well wasn't so understanding when it came to Jin he was friendly and tired but clearly wasn't really wrapped up in the idea of these implications he always stated how much he desired to be physically intimate. More than one grabbing the entirety of her left asscheek and being very flirtatious around Lee but was reserved and private more professional when dealing with Jin. The problem you see is both as Jin and Lee they both craved but the problem presenting is Jack is hetero and well Lee wasn't many times as Jin offering to let jack suck him off among other things, there was lust but the idea of presenting to stimulate a part Lee lacks in both presentations wasn't necessarily the problem it was just the comfort of being able to full immerse her self as a full man while presenting as Jin. The group met up well enough and Jack seemed over the moon to see Lee walking over instead of Jin which both hurt but also felt amazing as she was never more comfortable with herself then when someone affirmed how truly beautiful she is. As the group entered the party Lee felt very comfortable I mean really comfortable for 2 seconds at one point she was confused when someone asked about Jin and had to remind herself she's Jin I mean technically they are just her but she's Jin and Lee. She shook it off because again she just finished this stress there in her life and obviously she has had long periods of only being Lee and periods where he was only jin it's just strange for her own brain to make her so aware of this. As her and jen were chatting and enjoying a drink she felt two hands gently slide around her middle sensually intentionally slowly rubbing his fingers then palms grasped her hips and slowly slid until the mit around her toned flat belly until the fingers interlocked she was initially surprised from the deliberate stimulation of contact with the hands as she naturally leaned into him it was all clear that this was Jack and she felt some deep shift in herself. As with Lee and almost separate ethereal projection of jobs voice whispered in her mind " God he would look so much better sucking my cock" she couldn't help but snicker bc strangely in her own separate section of her head she was thinking about grinding against him to slowly slip down to her knees God they were horny whenever Jack was around. But it never felt like this as again they were really just her. But it was strange as in the bliss of no stress she felt almost a mental separation from each of her presentations. Jen took the hint pretty quick and gave a daring wobble of her rack saying " get it girl" before she was scooped away from an average horny frat boy herself. Lee turned to face Jack and locked her fingers together around his neck which he reshuffled his own on her hip bone his finger pressing but also gently resting on the curve of her asscheeks. And the two danced to the song "shut up and dance with me" getting lost in this clear display of affection her brain was overloaded with such a display of affection and attention she decided to be daring and lay her head on his chest. Unbeknownst to her or anyone there were several glints in her ear rings that would become this girls undoing, for unknown to her or even jen the shop jen picked this up from has a certain someone who sells special objects that don't do as they appear. But alas only jen saw was a pretty gift for her friend and a rather goofy yet cool top hat. Out of nowhere in the middle of the dance Lee felt a ride in her heart beat and her thought drifted straight to lustful dirty thoughts feeling every inch of jacks body against her own she felt the blood rush to her face the need to make this man whimper in absolute pleasure she dared to..too..tooooo She kissed Jack who initially shocked was seemingly of the same thought the two had 3 drinks each in them and they wasted no time quickly hoping and wrapping her long legs around his waist, the two moved through the halls knocking into several things on their way. They opened a room and made it to the bed going ahead with the display of passion she felt his hands firmly grip her thigh slipping her dress further up lips locked until he suddenly got up and grabbed something. Walked over and had a brownie in his hand with whipped cream and a cherry, in one fell swoop he scooped the whole cream off the brownie. Lee repositioned her self allowing the straps of her dress to lower as her cleavage bulged forward from the shift in her dress position and the tips of her bra cups poked through, in the most tender gentle motion he peeled her dress down gently off of her left breast and he slipped the bra cup down to bare her breast after a gentle stroke and clear pleasure and moaning from Lee slowly her nipple become hard and erect to which Jack placed the little whip cream and cherry pile on top of her areola, she shuddered losing breath and as he gently lowered his head and opened his mouth engulfing all of the cream in one shot and closing till his lips wrapped around the tip of her nipples she scratched his back and was dry humping at this point. She leaned her head back as she arched her back pulling him fully into her breast . And like that the mood was over for inches behind the darkest area of the room was a long face full of fangs clearly human and mangy with reflective eyes smiling back at her. Causing the two to jump and hit teeth to slightly bite her nipples pretty hard but that wasn't important. She straightened her dress not taking her eyes off the corner and Jack bewildered saying " What what happened are you okay did I do that too rough" " No..no . I just I thought.." Was all Lee could get out as she pointed to a now empty corner. Nothing was there it was empty. Jack tried to get her calmed down and it worked up until he tried to bizarrely feed her the brownie shoving it in her mouth while grabbing her completely flat and still tight belly. Understandably due to nerves she shut that down quickly and didn't even acknowledge how weird it was to grope her belly. He stood there looking down apologetically " I just thought maybe some fun could help" His words disarmed her anxiety like nothing else, she approached him and grabbed his arm " I just.. I don't understand why you touched my belly.. you could've choked me with that brownie by the way" She played it off with an awkward chuckle " What? I mean I know I did the brownie but like you're too small to well grab your belly silly" They both laughed I mean she knew he was right she's fit as can be maybe it was the drinks Just then a distinct male voice she didn't recognize spoke almost in her brain is only said in a very hushed and tired voice " wher.. where.. where am I?" And it deff spooked her but that was the end of it. The party was saved with the pair returning to the party, and she heard a slow song the two danced until a random scream came out in the party, they snapped their heads towards the sound to see it was jen her top drenched with a wide variety of snacks and junk covering her cleavage, but that wasn't the surprising part as they took a closer look clearly she was surrounded by frat bros all laughing and pointing as below her bust was a terribly distended and bloated belly she was laughing causing her bloated belly to jiggle her tits chocking out " What...the ...the hell guys I said enough booze" They rushed to her and said they were leaving as they heard some frat bros said " bye piggy piggy she almost popped you guys" they weren't far off the mark as they shouldered Jen's weight and addition beer belly weight she was moaning and groaning apologizing as they assured her it was okay. Not long after they left they discovered Allie with her ass on full display for some frat guy who ripped the plaid part of her dress as she was crying. They hailed her over and offered some comfort and we're on their way, they dropped Allie first as well her ass was massive so hardest thing to hide she thanked them blushing furiously and closed the door Jack carried jen from this point as some of the bloating went down and the alcohol was making it impossible to keep shouldering her thankfully some of that seemed to lighten her as her belly seemed to gurgle and roar but all the same shrink. Then it was just Jack and Lee after they tucked the poor girl in with her roomies with a basket. Last they say her stoned roommate was helping but clearly mesmerized but her massive mammaries at this point seconds from popping out of the top of her dress. With all the stress the Romance disappeared, it was back to the friend stage, and he gave her a kiss on the forehead and wished her a good night. The boozy joy she was feeling finally turned into a deep sleep. Though deep and enough to keep her asleep the sleep was anything but restful. It started well enough she was at the dance. They were dancing and everything embarrassing never occurred as they stayed in a group, but it slowly started to twist in subtle ways like how once second in the dream Jen was sober and laughing and in a blink it was the same blowing and distending she suffered at the height of the party, what made it weirder was her belly in the dream looked bigger which was not subtle as in the dream her dressed front was completely exposed in an bloated white globe and to ass to it Allie was bare ass twerking against Jen in an awkward image of her ass clapping being muffled but Jen's gargantuan gut jiggling with each clap. As she was gonna go to her altered friends a hand firmly grasped her forearm and the room turned black, the next moment she saw light she was in only her bra and panties restrained to a chair, and what seemed like Jack was tinkering madly with a machine. Tears stung this dream world as she trembled and shook saying " Jack..Jack what are you.. Jack..jac" She was cut off by rough hands caressing her cheek and inserted a tube roughly in her mouth partially down her throat she gagged a little as it rested into place muffled and moaning for a response. Clearly the figure has Jack's physique but the face was blacked out. She heard something whir and churned just barely out of sight but couldn't ignore the smell of brownies.. it came into focus slowly as a massive gallon of pure brownie batter was being mixed and kept fresh with tubes leading to..m the machine it was then that she focused on the stranger near a switch, and as she tugged her arms and arched her back he sadistically took one finger to his lips, in a "shhhh" motion, and flipped the switch she tried to free her self she was desperate for freedom is this guy insane look at how skinny she is she can't fit all that inside her. But it was to no avail she watched the dark brown liquid slowly lurch and crawl its way to her mouth with a clear disregard to oxygen she started to breath shallowly and quickly until she was met with the richest and most delicious brownie batter she's ever tasted thick and smooth. She was pleasantly surprised to find due to thickness it was slow enough to breath, the part that made her worry was the moment she recognized the feeling of the batter reaching her belly. The first couple minutes wasn't too bad as her belly was simply filling. But after 5 minutes the taste turned bland and the fullness started to settle in her belly hard, the stranger rolled a wide body mirror in front of her, she wasn't scared as much panicked when she saw her belly reach it's first limit and started to fill out pushing gently in a little bloat which evolved to a hard swallow helpless to do anything else she watched in vivid detail as her belly boated and distended into a round dome after 10 minutes her belly had become a warzone groaning and gurgling as is gree larger and bigger, to anyone else it wasn't like her belly was huge but it was bigger then she had ever seen it on her body, she was breathing deep and long as she was forced to swallow more batter with each passing minute. At this point she could feel her belly stretching and filling starting to inch its way down her thighs and further out rounder and larger. She gave a weak whimper as the stranger just seemed to look and take strange joy in her bellies progress, her belly was furious with her and tight but strangely not in pain she took a glance at the gallon as impossible as it seemed it was barely a third empty she pleaded silently as she swallowed tears filling her eyes. This seemed to prompt the stranger to move his face to someone looking like some features but she couldn't quite recognize as who but recognize as it was simply there as if he was taking shape he slowly approached she got the sense of anxiety in her heart and he hovered the side of his face out of her sight due to the restraints and then gently kissed and lowered his head down her body, to her horror she realized though gentle this freak was getting off on this. Her belly looked like a small soccer ball at this point bloating only further and further out filling her lap. Just then her attention was snapped as the freak seemed to take an interest in her breast a pair of scissors slipped between the middle of her bra cups and with a SNIP Her breast became bare and fingers found there was gently circling her areolas as she wanted to protest she only swallowed more batter and arched her back jutting her belly into the stranger. He wasn't so gentle in the next minute pinched hard and aggressively tugging her nipples and just as quickly attaching nipple clamps down on her stretched nipples. She couldn't do much but it only lasted a moment as her belly has now approached the size of a large basketball tight and round taking up over half of her thighs. And even more scary the stranger is just hovering as if to meet her expanding belly inch by inches the space between her bloated belly and his face met she shuddered as his lips kissed her belly vigorously and his hands now free to fondle grabbed her belly and felt its weight on his hands as if sizing her up, his fingers seemed to sink into her bloated flesh jiggling her belly furiously causing a whole wave of nausea in her with no warning he slapped her belly hard and she felt her skin sting where his hand was and even worse still watched his hand go from resting to her belly pushing out further in sheer desperation she prayed it would end she hoped she would just burst she couldn't take anymore. She glanced at the gallon jar which in a turn of events was thankfully empty she then traced the hose and followed the last of the batter still a couple feet away getting smaller and smaller at this point her belly had gotten so big and so full she looked heavily pregnant her legs where forced apart as tho she was straddling her own belly. She painfully swallowed the last of it. And drew in as much breath as she could suddenly the restraints snapped off like they just popped and she immediately cradles her over stuffed gut, the stranger appeared as if going to grab her just one thought screamed in her brain the pain climaxing she was there the limit she feared she survived just to burst anyways oh no a loud male voice emanating from the stranger yelled deep and long "JJJINNNNNN" she awoke in a cold sweat breathing heavily still the same size still the same shape looking around wildly before breathing and laughing at the events of such a weird dream. she went into her dorm shower. Where she stripped and turned the shower on out of nowhere she was hit with an intense hunger pain just a growl deep from her belly but she said " You have to wait" With that she hopped in the shower ignored her hunger and washed her body to give her the clean feel of not being coated in sweat. She put in a nice pair of shirt and a black form fitting tee and went to go eat but caught the eating still in her ears she was gonna take them out but what would be the point she had a day to start. With that she had breakfast normally a piece of toast. And left the dorm however not too long after leaving she felt starved desperately hungry she didn't have to get to class just yet so she went to the school cafe and then piled more food then she ever naturally eat on her tray with at least three servings of eggs 12 bacon strips a bagel 3 big pancakes and two glasses of orange juice. A mental scare at what she just got had her worried till she only ended up eating 2 pancakes 5 bites of eggs and 2 bacon strips she packed up the rest and grabbed a bagel. As she was on the way to her dorm now because of left overs she ran into Jen " Hey Jen how are you feeling" " Oh girl I'm never drinking again my figure is fine but my headdd..." She enphizise by grabbing her head and pretending it was pounding harder then it clearly was " What you got there?" She asked " Oh just some meal prep at this point I woke up starving today" " Well I'm happy to see Lee today" she said It was a weird statement for sure but normal she supposed she had been Jin for so much of the exams who wouldn't be surprised if the popular boy disappeared as the long legged thighs of Lee made their appearance may be a bit of a surprise " I just feel more Lee today may be one of those times haha" Lee replied " Well I look forward to being able to talk about anything other then how much Jin want to fuck my tits" she said spanking Lee on the right asscheek playfully With that the girls had some words and then Lee was off now on a time crunch. She dropped her food in her little dorm counter and was about to leave until a strange ringing happened and suddenly she blacked out. By the time she came too she was in her shorts and tee but the day had past and weirder still her food was all gone the boxes broken open and her balance was off as she got up it was at that point she was greeted by a very full very bloated belly causing her shirt to ride up a little and her pants unbuttoned and her thong coated in what was clearly her orgasm residue. Her belly was a slim tanner line between the lip of her thing and the bottom of her shirt. She looked at her phone and saw she had multiple messages, subconsciously she was rubbing her full belly as she saw messages. Some from Jen some from Allie both were weird Allie start off by asking if I met the new guy, and jen asked if I had some wipes as the new boy broke in her rack and he is fineeee, confused she decided to gain info and responded no she hadn't met the guy. Jen wasted no time with a pic of her tits absolutely covered in ropes of thick cum and heard a knock at her door. She quickly sucked in zipped up and then tugged her shirt down she wasn't terribly bloated as she disgusted the food she apparently ate it was easy to hide the rest of the bloat. She opened the door and jen was there with dirty paper towels covering her cleavage as she didn't clean it all. " What happened" Lee pointed " Oh this is all that boy levy" she said " Oh damn" was lees response bc Jen had a lot of relastate you see the cover her bust this guy busted a lotttt. She grabbed a pack of wipes on her desk and tossed them to Jen. " Where were you today" " Oh I was busy today that's all" " Yeah but I mean God I could've shared" she said as she tossed a joe dirty stick wipe to Lee " Oh yeah but I bet he's no jack" Lee said " Oh he's better here check out this photo" she said opening her phone to lees face The first thing to note was well levy was also Asian great, and he had a beard not thick but enough to cover his face but Lee almost chuckled for he looked like well when she dressed as Jin obviously he was a big more muscular and a bit more well male. But she took confidence in knowing she was pretty good at passing for a man. " Well I see the girls had fun for sure" Lee said this as a thick strand plopped off Jen's breast to the wipe with a SCHLOOPP " Oh yeah mans deff a tits man for sure" jen responded finishing cleaning her boobs " So he stated today" " No he said he's been here just in diff classes I guess. " I'll have to see if I run into him I guess" The convo ended there as she walked Jen to the dorm door and then closing the door she was greeted by another ping of hunger it was super excessive this time. She rubbed her belly took a trip to the bathroom and then started cooking at 8pm before she knew it she was mid slurp when she saw the clock read 1am and her cheeks puffed before she chewed her bite. " This is gonna take some fixing I guess can't be up this long" With that she went to sleep. Over the next couple of weeks Lee had an unusual spike in hunger and was eating like a very large amount this girl use to eat that for breakfast, noodles for lunch, and then a chicken sandwich for dinner but now she was eating anything and everything she could. Unfortunately it was wrecking her slim lithe form about 2 weeks in she realized her pants where getting tight her breast had shot up 2 bra sizes to D-cup she wasn't complaining she was just hungry. By week three Allie stopped by to give her take the levy was actually an ass man and he used Jen's tits bc that's where all her fat is. A month passed at this point of eating so much she went from 115 lbs to 140lbs which seemed to find it's place in her thighs ass and a nice pooch of a belly she hardly noticed her belly as well Jack was giving everywhere else attention according to Jen levy has been getting jacked and she is now if the opinion levy and Lee would be perfect together. She didn't think to actually let anyone know she is backing out she just assumed she was becoming what is called a foodie, it wasn't till she looked in the mirror at just how much larger her ass had grown she realized she really hasn't presented as Jin in the longest time didn't by clothes to be him. She figured well she make have more boobage and a booty now she might as well see what it would look like to be Jin again. She slipped off her clothes which grew more feminine now that she had stuff to strut. She slipped on her old pair of boxers she would wear to be Jin which stretched massively and did not cover anything, her ass was just barely able to be covered no matter how much she stretched it up her thick thighs it was practically cutting circulation and she smartly cut it off causing her cheeks and thighs to jiggle as the release of tension. And then at least tried to throw over her baggy shirt until she could see one her hips naturally being wide, that her boobs where not hidden by the shirt anymore, even more as if seeing it for the first time she saw the impression of her belly against the now tight shirt. Her hands rested on her belly and almost took her back to that nightmare she had moths ago I like how hard yet soft it was in her nightmare her belly was just soft and jiggly pliable like dough she traced the rim of her belly button which strangely lately has been driving her crazy she started to recall that she developed a pattern of after eating riding her dildo long and hard feeling the food slosh in her belly and even giggled remembering the first time she realized her ass reached the size she could clap it while riding the dildo it was such a turn on. Another couple months passed her eating stayed the same so naturally apart from 3lbs give or take her eight didn't fluctuate it was graduation. She stopped being Jin for what feels like a lifetime. But today she would meet levy that biggest mystery she has is this apparently buff Asian man she was supposed to meet never met her. Jen hyped him up not long after Jack came out as gay, that was a rough patch to her ego she was fairly proud she didn't become a fat pig after that. But she was gonna meet levy cone hell of high water. Maybe try that throbbing cock Jen always bragged about. Allie flaked after a while apparently becoming a bitch bc her ass got her even more attention then Jen as it seems fat asses became the trend and not massive titties like Jen. Times were weird. Jen became an outcast bc she only focuses on blow jobs titty fucks and drugs. Lee didn't see her much but always tried to be supportive as her friends once full impressive rack became saggy and almost deflated due to drug use and constat titty fucks not the brimming full boobs that she once clung to fame with. She sat in her seat and attended when her name was called for it was getting close to Levy's name and passed out. When she woke a familiar bizarre sense took her over as she was dreaming but now she was in a Store there was a gentleman clean cut a trimmed beard with a top hat and a warm face. He said " I see you may be in need of my services" " This is a dream" " What you need is in dreams" " Then what do I need" There was something off about him his appearance was friendly his face was happy. But it was almost like there was something behind him no that's not right it's just it felt like who she was looking at wasn't him. " I need to just know where to go" " Well your filling out nicely I see you put my charm to use" " WhAt" she said disturbingly " I don't care much for how you use it but you got another in there somewhere who's been a naughty naughty man" " I don't know what your talking about" She was confused trying to comprehend this dream " Who is levy" He gave a smile but she swore there was something wrong with it his teeth were straight but you know if you put some fangs there he looked almost familiar, he snapped his fingers and her earrings the earrings Jen gave her she never took off was off. She felt like she was suddenly hold like she always felt whole but Jin took up a compartment on her brain she always felt but when the earrings appeared in his hand it was almost like Jin when with them. " Times to wake up" That was the last thing he said as he backed away head turned Lee went to protest but when his siloette turned and she caught the side of his face his eyes seemed to be reflective she jumped and before she knew it she was actually awake in a cabin just waking up. She heard a door close and heard heavy foot steps and a quick " Honey I'm home" She lay there as something if recognition fired in her head she was comfortable but not too comfortable. " Hey" The footsteps then headed to the door and with no real expectation it was as if she just woke up from the nightmare with a twist of the know she saw a sight she truly wasn't expecting. She saw Jin or more correctly she saw a male physical representation of what she always wanted to pass as he was buffer then she expected and he was not exactly what she looked like. He approached her and she took in some very strange information here her belly was actually pretty chubby and hanging out of her shirt her breast where easily 5 times her b-cup now at a nice heavily filled DDD-cup boobs, her ass was as massive as her hips were wide her thighs where full. She was older her hair was longer. She looked confused " What" Jin sat down a s though he had been through this before " I know honey I know this may not make sense but we met in college you could say you brought me to life but you have short term memory" " Short term memory" " Yes honey it started in college but was well not at progressed do you know my name?" " Jin?" She said questioning " No babes no levy Jin was you or who I thought you were when we met silly" " Right" was all she said looking at her massive breast or at least they were massive compared to college " How long has it been?" He offered She nodded "Well the good news is it's been 2 years since graduation" " 2 years" she exclaimed " Yes, you well when you revealed yourself as Lee and stopped being me you became my feedee" " Being you?" She said " Meeting I said meeting" " Feedee" He reached over and grabbed a handful of her belly and leaned in " Oh yeah going from 115- 198lbs has beena. Treat for me to do to you" " I'm so huge" " You could eat more" " What??" Suddenly she woke up a second time in college. Confused her belly was still just a pooch belly her boobs were still only 2 sizes bigger then the B-cups she had and her ass was big but not massive like that dream. A knock at the door grabbed her attention. She got up to go to the door but realized she didn't feel her earrings. As she opened the door the very same man she saw in her dream was there he looked stern serious but not as buff muscular for sure. But not like her dream. " Who are you" " Who are we you mean?" " What the hell are you talking about about" she stomped her foot which she only slightly regretted as her ass jiggled behind her " I'm Jin" he said sighing " No I'm Jin" " Look at that as look at you body your not me anymore I'm as confused as you here" " This isn't funny' she said " Ok can I come in I just wanna become one again and I thought since my necklace disappeared well every says you wear earrings" he trailed off as he saw lees ears bare Before she knew it he was in the room closing the door and locking it and started digging " No no noo. I'm not supposed to be here I'm supposed to be you" He was saying. She didn't understand till he bent over he was digging in places only she knew stuff was in how would he know that?, suddenly he said "Your hungry" but as if panicked She didn't want to admit but her belly was growling slightly as she averted her eyes. The full reason he seemed panicked didn't take long to become clear as she drew her eyes back to him he was breathing hard and holding both ends of the desk he was looking in till she reached what was a surprisingly large bulge growing long down his leg. " I need to get back together with you we can't not find the necklace or earrings" he said He panicked turning himself towards her arching his hips as the iron rod in his pants revealed was not the only development as two shaped also appeared to budge and swell in his pants. He was acting like an animal,bucking his hips and moaning as his iron rod pushed more against his pants than well any man she had met to date. Just as it looked like things were getting bleak and may have gotten very confusing he shoved himself past her and barrled into her door and demanded she locked it. She did not bc he told her too but bc she was starting to panick as well " You need to eat Lee" he pleaded " Why are you so worried about me eating?" She asked " We are a feeding damnit!, you don't find it weird your friends have told you of all the sex I have when you go on a bender?" All of a sudden she was brought back to a full fresh breasted Jen talking about him, Allie, rumors, waking up from a black out. Still she looked down at her form past her boobs at her chubby partially exposed belly just wrapping her head around the fact this well adjusted young adult had to have a kink for getting fat? No not fat that happened obviously but full constantly full. The heart of her belly once it was round and full was her biggest draw to this as if on que Jin/levy let out a very clear pleasure able moan and heard something land in her toilet she was trying really hard not to think about how obvious it was what just happened. " What if I don't eat" " You can't not look at what your doing to me" " Your just me right so why are you going around hoeing while I get this" she jesrured to the bathroom door and gave her tummy a gentle jiggle " Please I can't stand how this is affecting me you think it's fun popping a boner bc your the aspect that took the sexual frustration here" he pleaded as more noise from roped of cum entered her toilet " I just I can't this is to weird I'm just not the kids to eat while that is going on in my bathroom" " You have to please or I will I won't die in a bathroom bc you starve yourself you hear me" he shouted another long pleasure moan escaping him She was gonna stand her ground she was gonna ride it out I mean people get horny it passes just like hunger. But all before she could protest five short minutes later of moaning and cumming Jin decided for her and burst through the door she was just met with the most bizarre sight a nice admirably sexy man who was in reality her as a male apparently with the world's largest cock and balls she had seen with tons of cum smearing all his clothes. Coming straight for the girls. On one fell swoop he pinned her and make quick work of knocking her out. When she awoke she was in a room with not a lot of light in just her bra and panties, strapped to a chair she had to assume hours passed given how dark it was in the air hung the sweet smell of cake and brownie. Her heart pounding in her chance she called out "Jin?" " I'm sorry... I'm so sorry but this has to happen I don't wanna find out what happens if I... Well I go fuck myself with how I am right now" Out of the shadows Jin appeared cleaned up still rock hard his balls thankfully seemed to be emptying by this point but well she didn't want to wait around but she knew exactly what she was setting up and she wasn't sure she wanted that either. He approached her chair and gently caressed her face before ripping his hand away the look in his eyes where one of anguish disappointment resentment as well it dawned on her that this part of her never loving it own life till recently she couldn't imagine what it was like Everytime she pigged out this side of her was sent on the hunt for well release. It was so bizarre as she wasn't sympathetic to what he was doing but she could empathize with his circumstance considering she often masturbated when she was Jin. " Please Jon you don't have to do this we don't even know if it will work" " I need to try it's taking everything not to fuck your throat myself and well I'm still in enough control to again not want to fuck myself" He tightened down some straps which unlike her dream must've looked like a real parody her belly already lightly rested on her thighs due to her weight gain her breast hung their plump and well supported her hips becoming wide with a nice pair of love handles to boot and her thighs like doughy mounds squished together in her seat. For the briefest of seconds while adjusting the straps around her head she felt the iron rod cock against her brushing her belly first and resting against her lower breast as he finished hearing him shudder from what she could assume was stimulation. Soon after she saw a nice hose meant for her before she could make her final plea he put a ball gag on her minus the ball and got to work shoving the tube down her throat as if he was an expert it didn't hurt it just went in her mouth and settled in place gently. He walked briskly towards the hook up which was a total of two gallons of cake batter on one side and brownie batter in the other the hose separated into two and met as one to the tube currently in her throat. She was not gonna get off easy as both would mix the richness of the chocolate brownie and the sweetness and lightness of the cake. It didn't take long till she heard Jin already flip the switch. She did her best to tug and pull but was firmly in place with Jin's straps. He watched as she did as the batter combo made it's way slowly to her mouth and started pouring down her throat in a matter of minutes the only sound was swallowing and machine whirring that is until she realized unlike her dream the batter ran out quicker then her dream she was about 1/4 of the way through in minutes before the batter pushed her belly out further. She could do nothing but bloat and feel fuller then she has ever been moaning unintentionally. Jin was clearly feeling the effects of his well his side of the deal as he couldn't help but at first seem like he was pushing his cock away from him until she realized he was loosing the battle gentle stroking himself trying in vain to alleviate the surge in hormones affecting him his head rolled back as she moaned and groaned her belly very upset with this unexpected amount as her belly now pushed beyond its limit getting to full blown bloat she looked pregnant with how much her belly bloated due to the batter combo. Her thighs felt every inch of her stuffing as it crept further and further down her thighs while the top of her belly started to shift her cleavage towards her face. She was thankfully a little over half way done from each barrel. That was her hope till Jin lost his battle of gentle stimulation and came long and hard shooting a thick hit rod of cum that regretfully landed across her swollen middle the amount was surprising as he came about as big as she felt. He collapsed on the floor still stroking after this round and crawled towards Lee. All sense of consciousness gone from his eyes as he cleaned his cum and then grabbed her belly with both hands feeling her tightly packed belly just fill his hands. She moaned at the stimulation she wasn't sure if just the shifting if the batter in her belly or the fact he was desperate yet tenderly touching her but she was starting to feel her own juices flowing, this was only spurred into the fact Jin's fingers reached her lower belly his fingers slipping between her legs to her inner thigh feeling every available inch. Before either of them knew it she swallowed the final drip of the batter right as Jin's fingers started to tease her moist woman hood. Her hips betraying her as she grinded into her finger while pulling in her arm restraints. When all said and done the ballot bloated her up to the size of a slightly above average pregnant woman. She didn't need to prompt before Jin removed her hose and loosened some straps. She thought at least that was it she was through the worst of it. But then Jin proved her wrong intensely kissing her on the lips, her left breast in his hand. She moaned not just for the unexpected stimulation but as some of the restraints were released. Her belly seemed to weight even heavier against her chubby frame. But worse still she felt his cock start rising harder and thiccer against her bloated belly pressing his body into her her belly weighting heavily against him the two ended up with her awkwardly straddling him. Her belly taking up most of his torso as his hands moved to grab her meaty hips her ass pushing against his manhood. Her very own mosif and dripping it slowly all too slowly occured to her that she was actually actively turned on this once normally she ate and tossed out she was in just as much trouble as Jin right now. Her breast hanging before his face he plopped her breast free of her bra her nipples already hard and erect. His lips found her right nipple and he began to aggressively suck. In the next couple minutes the two finally broke and went all in she felt him slide himself into her, and she pulled his head tightly into her chest. In a blue of motions the two did what neither wanted to do initially and really went to town. Two minutes had passed before he stiffened and came long and hard as her belly made an impossible final push out a couple more inches. But when she came she finally released and caught her breath she was alone Jin was gone not ran away not leaving just disappeared as she leaked his seed from herself and was left totally nude and bloated. She hurried to her room at least as fast as she could being so stuffed and found enough to cover her along the way. Once back in her room she noticed a feather with a note. She couldn't read it as the feather she had seen was just the same from that guys top hat in her dream. She didn't think about that night for long after, it had been years and due to her well understanding of her hidden kink her and Jack got together made a relationship and she didn't know but God did Jack enjoy every inch he put on her waistline. Jen got off the drugs she looks a lot better for some breast reduction surgery and looks pretty well put together Allie talks every so often with the new crazy of ass she didn't change as much as become more humble and the top ranking onlyfans girl bc with the new ass obsession many women alters there ass or put in to much weight. You see Allie here was someone who just had a huge round ass there was no work done on it it was naturally smooth no cellulite no dimples no sagging just a giant round tight ass. Lee ended up weighting herself, one day 200lbs, her arms like most do her body put on some size but not as much as she expected her face grew rounder but it actually complimented her skin completion more her breast grew with age and weight gain doubled from the DDD-cup she had and and ass that would rival Allie if it wasn't for the fact it's clearly more fat to muscle ratio but she wasn't in competition the wiggle and jiggle drive Jack wild. Jin faded in her mind as she became well figure wise more feminine then her college days. She no longer worried about the belly she sported as Jack always and her feel beautiful at all sizes.

The pale Swedish teen took a deep breath as she reached out and gave the softest of knocks on the large wooden door. This was it... it was really happening. If the home owner hadn't been expecting the teenager she probably wouldn't have heard the knock. But alas she had been waiting on the edge of her seat for all an hour on her arrival. She immediately leapt up to the door as soon as she heard the sift noise and opened it. Looking down at the smaller girl in her pale blue hoodie and joggers she smiled at the slim figure who looked incredibly nervous. Woman: Well hello there... you must be Greta. Welcome my dear, please do come and take a seat in the living room. Greta gave a half hearted smile, following the woman in. The home owner must have been in her early forties, Greta could tell she was a pretty woman, and certainly would have been more concerned about her looks when she was Gretas age than Greta was herself. GRETA: Its a... Nice place you have here miss. WOMAN: Why thank you my dear, I do try my best to make my home as welcoming as I can. She spoke from the kitchen, pouring Greta a glass of water before joining her on the sofa. WOMAN: So I can see you're a little nervous. That's perfectly understandable, we will work through those nerves my dear don't you worry. Now I'm assuming you did some research on me? You know roughly how this works yes? Greta took a long sip of the water before nodding her head slowly. She had watched the videos. She must have watched every one of them after she agreed to this. It was last week when the approach was made. Greta had been calling out to the public for investment into her campaign to rally for Climate Change. Then out of the blue a wealthy donor by the name of Alexa Anderson had emailed her regarding a potential trade. Alexa had pledged $25000 towards the funding, but in exchange Greta had to agree to be the next subject of her... hobby Greta had assumed it was a prank at first. Then she started Googling. And there they were, hundreds and hundreds of videos over the course of nearly 16 years of Alexa tickling girl after girl. But this was not the kind of tickling Greta had previously associated with the word. No, this involved bondage, and these girls were sweating and often begging for mercy as Alexa tickled them to the brink of insanity. On first viewing she had no intention of accepting the offer. But the more she watched the more curious she grew and eventually she convinced herself. How bad could it be? It was only tickling afterall. ALEXA: I'm glad you got the chance to view some of my videos. What did you make of them? GRETA: They were uhm... interesting. Very intense i guess. Alexa smiled, she could see the fear in the teens eyes, as well as the curiosity that she just wouldn't let creep in too much. ALEXA: Ah yes yes they certainly can be. But thats the fun part, once you reach your limit... taking the ticklee beyond it, seeing just how their body and mind react. Think of it like a ticklish experiment hehe Greta again gave a half hearted smile before taking another sip of the water. Her mouth was dry already just thinking about what she had gotten herself into. GRETA: So uhm... how long is a typical uh... whats the word? ALEXA: Session? Hehe... well that depends on the girl. The experienced ones often agree to several hours, I've had one girl tied up for over 12 hours before! She could see Greta's eyes beginning to widen so she thought she'd better calm her down. ALEXA: But don't worry my dear, thats not what I'm going to put you through. No no I think we can agree to doing a brief introduction on the sofa, then an hour possibly two in the stocks. Depending how well you hold up. Greta felt a little reassured by the fact there would be an introduction before going into the stocks. But the thought of at least an hour of tickling was still terrifying. ALEXA: Now how about we start with that introduction. Should take no more than 5-10 minutes. And should hopefully settle those nerves a bit hehe Greta smiled finishing the water and setting it aside GRETA: O... ok miss.. l... lets do the introduction. Alexa smiled and got up, setting up her camera so that it faced the sofa, and would get a good view of Greta's face as well as her feet. Alexa hit record and sat on the sofa. ALEXA: Alright Greta we'll start with these feet. So could you just pop them up on my lap and we'll begin nice and slow. Greta hesitantly placed both her feet on Alexa's lap. She wore a pair of black trainers and black socks underneath. Alexa began unlacing the shoes as she began the introduction of her video. ALEXA: Ok now how about you introduce yourself to the camera. Whats your name dear. GRETA: M... my name is Greta... Greta Thunberg. ALEXA: Mmm and what size are these feet Greta? She said as she slipped the first shoe off and rubbed the socked sole slowly. Her feet were warm, she knew it was a sign of nerves as her soles were already sweaty... GRETA: They're a... size 5... ALEXA: Mmm such small feet hehe... and tell me Greta are these little feet ticklish? She spoke as she gently stroked the heels and sides of both socked feet. GRETA: y... yehhhhs vehhhry hehheeh oh wohhw hheheh nohho hehehehe ALEXA: Wow what a cute laugh! Its like a nervous little laugh huh? Are you nervous Greta? GRETA: Hehhhehe yehhhhs heheh a lihhhttle hhehehehehhehehhe ALEXA: I can tell... these feet are rather clamy!... just relax cutie it'll be ok. She began getting gradually faster with her nails, teasing the arches and soles now feeling the warm feet beneath her socks. GRETA: Hehhehe EEEP! HEHHE NOHHO NOT THEHEHRE HEHEHEH OH GOSH HEHEHEHEH NOHHHO HEHEHHE ALEXA: Ah yes there we go! There's that laugh I've been waiting for! She spidered over the soles, dancing her nails across the socked sole and watching the small teen lose it GRETA: NAHAHHA HEHEHE IM HEHHEHE SOOHHH TICKLISH HEHEHEHE NOHHO NOT THERE! HEHHEHE PLEASE! HEHEHEH ALEXA: Not the soles? Well how about these toes? She tickled the stems of her toes, watching as Greta attempted to curl them down and trap her fingers. The sock was a little damp at the base of the toes, and Alexa smiled as she wiggled her fingers between them. GRETA: PFFFFFFT! HEHEHHEHAHAH NOHHHO HAHAHHA NOT MY TOEEHHHHSSS HEHHE NO MISS PLEAHHAHADE HEHEH GOSH IM SWEATING HEHEHEEHHEHE! ALEXA: Wow you really are sensitive! We're going to have so much fun my dear!... now let's see... She took a hold of the cusp of her left sock, looking up into the teens eyes as Greta began to shake her head. GREGA: Noooo no don't take them off! Wait wait! ALEXA: Shhh shhh its alright cutie. They're gonna have to come off at some point... She gently peeled the thin material from her heels and slowly stripped them away from the teens soft pale soles, finally popping them off her adorable unpainted toes. ALEXA: Wow aren't these cute! Such sexy feet for a young woman! She gently massaged the warm soles, they were incredibly soft. More so than Alexa had expected. Clearly the teenager took good care of her feet which only made playing with them all the more fun. Greta blushed at the compliment. She wasnt used to such attention, were her feet really attractive? She was a little taken back by this. But her thoughts were immediately cut short when Alexa resumed her ticklish dance on her soles. ALEXA: Here come the tickles cutie! Laugh for me! GRETA: HEHEHHEEH NOHHHOOO HHAHAHAHA THAHAHT TICKLES SO BAHHHHHHHD! HAHAHAH PLEAHHHZE HEHEHHE NOT THEHEHRE HEHHEHEHEHH NO NO DOHHHNT! ALEXA: Dont what sweetie? Don't tickle here? She teased tracing her nails over her sensitive arches. It was driving Greta crazy, she had never laughed this much before. GRETA: YEHHEHEHEHHHHSSS HEHEHE IM TOOOO TICKLISH THEHHEREE HEHEHE OK OK STOP STOP HEHEHHE MEHHRCY! She pulled her feet away, tucking them in as she curled up on the sofa. Already a little red faced and sweaty. ALEXA: Hehe wow that was so cute! One of the best laughs I've heard cutie. How did you find that? GRETA: It was... intense! Im sweating already hehe. ALEXA: Yes it is quite the work out huh? That's why most of the ticklees wear... less clothes in the bondage. But dont worry I'm not forcing you to do anything. But I would definitely lose the hoodie and perhaps put on a pair of shorts... because I can guarantee you'll be sweaty during the session! She smiled as the teen looked on a little wide eyed. She couldn't believe she was about to go through with this. It was so unlike her, to put herself through something so compromising. So embarrassing. But underneath all that embarrassment and nerves... part of her really wanted to do this. And that part of her was winning for now. GRETA: Well I... I brought some shorts, and I'm wearing a tank top underneath this... so will that work? ALEXA: Perfect! Let me show you to the room, we can talk you through the process before getting you strapped in. She took the girls hand and lead her to a spare room, using a passkey on the door just to get in. The room itself was painted a deep red colour, it was surprisingly large with no windows. Greta's eyes scanned the room, she was in disbelief at the sheer amount of equipment on show. Various leather chairs were dotted around the room, each designed to position the body in a different way. One seat sat with arm cuffs stretched out and a leather set of stocks at its front, the stocks were fitted with small metal links to tie the toes back. Opposite that stood a rack like contraption, also a black leather material, which had cuffs in either corner to pin the victim in an X shape. At the foot of the X were similar toe restraints for trapping both feet at either corner or the rack. Dead in the centre of the room sat the chosen device for this session. It was clear as the camera was already set up in front of it and the lights already focused on the chair. It was a chair similar to the stocked seat she saw first. The arms were in a similar position in that they would be held put wide, cuffed in place to prevent movement. The feet however were not stocked together, rather spread outwards and up slightly, each foot could then be restrained individually with the leather cuffs at either end, with small toe ties available for each foot. On the walls there were many shelves, one with various tickle tools sat upon it, as well as a small table beside the bondage device, filled with brushes, oils and other instruments of tickle torture. Another shelf was neatly labelled with various names for each space. In each space sat a variety of footwear, black leather boots and dark socks, white converse hightops and cute red ankle socks. ALEXA: So my dear, what do you think of my room? Not too bad for a little side hobby huh? GRETA: Its uh... very... professional ALEXA: Indeed, totally sound proof too! When you deal in such high end markets as I do, you have to make sure you have the very best equipment! People come to me for high quality sessions, people of extremely wealthy backgrounds too, service is key my dear. Greta examined the shelf full of shoes and socks. She recognised a few of the names on the labels completely shocked they would be associated with this kind of thing. GRETA: Y... you've met with all these people? ALEXA: Ah your referring to the wall of fame? Yes my dear, you'd be surprised how many people are curious about this sorta thing... like I said I operate in a rather exclusive market. And of course I provide total confidentiality, no media no press nobody hears about this outside of those who visit this room. GRETA: So will I be... on this shelf? Alexa smiled pointing to a new space on the wooden shelf, Already labelled with the Swedish teens name. ALEXA: Of course! And you're by far one of the girls I'm most excited about getting my hands on! And when we're done I'll perhaps show you a few of my filmed sessions with some other additions to that wall! Greta smiled taking off her hoodie and handing it up. ALEXA: Ok Miss Thunberg, we're going to be using this chair today, im sure you've seen it in operation in some of my videos yes? Greta nodded examining the leather cuffs, they were padded well, for maximum comfort when inside. Clearly she had spent a lot of money on this. ALEXA: Perfect! So ill run you through how our session will go. Once inside the chair ill make sure your secure before beginning. I tend to start slow, nothing too intense, but the intensity will build. The session will be an hour, and you'll be given breaks when I feel you've earned them. The main areas of focus will be your upper body, underarms ribs stomach, thighs and of course your feet. I'll use a variety of tools, some may work some probably won't, but its all about working out whats most effective and what's not. Greta tried to take on all this information but it was coming so fast she could barely process it. All she could think about was that this was going to be torture... but the butterflies in her stomach were of both then nervous and oddly excited kind. ALEXA: Now I do warn you that it will get pretty intense at times. There will come a time when you do reach breaking point, you'll know that moment when it comes but I assure you it'll happen. You are free to express yourself however you see fit once we begin. If you want to beg then beg. If you want to curse at me and insult me go ahead I will not be offended. Whatever is said under the influence of tickle torture shall not leave this room! She giggled recalling many a ticklee cursing her as they were tickled mercilessly. It was all in good fun of course. ALEXA: Simply put my dear, when we begin do not hold back. Just let your emotions run free, for 60 minutes just let everything go and experience this however your mind and body wants to. It will be torture... but I guarantee you'll have a great time! Greta nodded slowly, her eyes staring at the chair in anticipation of what was to come. ALEXA" Perfect. Alright my dear there's a spare room over there. Feel free to go get changed into those shorts and we can begin. Greta slowly made her way to the room, carrying with her her small bag with her shorts inside. Once alone Alexa set up the video camera in preparation of what was to come. Flicking through the various already recorded videos on there. Each tickled was given a copy of their own session as well as a signed shirt which read "I survived the tickle queen". Alexander thought it was rather cute giving out such trivial souvenirs to the girls, and sometimes boys, she would often have begging for mercy. She actually found that more often than not it was the boys who begged more. Or perhaps she was less sympathetic towards them? She wasn't sure, but each video brought a smile to her face. It was always clear at some point in the session when the captive "broke" as she put it. Sure, many would be begging from the first minute, but everyone had a point where they were taken beyond their limits. She wondered when that would be for Greta? What tool would truly break her? She couldn't wait to find out. As Greta shyly opened the door and entered the room once more, sheepishly walking in in her loose tank top and matching black shorts, Alexa smiled as the barefoot teen approached her QLEXA: Perfect my dear! Looking cute as always... now are you ready? GRETA: I... I think so... ALEXA: Good. Well then let's get you strapped in and we can begin... get this over with for you hehe The younger girl took a seat in the chair. It was surprisingly comfortable, although if she only knew how much it cost that probably wouldn't come as a surprise to her. She rested her small feet in the stocks, before Alexa closed them around her ankles. The inner rim of the stocks were a wooly fabric that fit comfortably around her ankle. It ensured that if she tugged on the restraints, she wouldn't injure herself in the process. Her arms were then similarly fitted out wide in a Y shape, cuffed with small wooly restraints around her wrists while a single strap was fitted across her waist to keep her still. She tugged a little at the bonds, not much room for wiggling. The odd hip shake, and the ability to flex her small feet was all the movement this chair allowed. Although with toe ties not yet in operation, she feared that moving her feet was a luxury she would only have for so long. Alexa examined the restraints, making sure all was in order and once satisfied she sat by the camera once more. ALEXA: Comfortable? GRETA: Surprisingly... yes. This must have cost a fortune! ALEXA: Hehe indeed. However when you have clients like I do... you must spare no expense. Only the best will do here. Now... get ready for the video to start. Safeword is Polar Bear... you can use it 3 times ok? Greta nodded as she prepared herself for what was sure to be hell on earth...

SUBMISSIVE | Transfem!Reader DOMINANT | N/A END RESULT | Hikaru Hoshina (Star☆Twinkle Pretty Cure!) SIDE-EFFECTS | Age Regression, Augmentation* *(acquisition of superhuman abilities and skills, you're a magical girl now, afterall!) y/n = your name c/n = chosen name (You're transgender, put any female name you want there~) ——— WARNING TO READERS! This TG text has heavy themes of depression, dissociation, gender dysphoria and unhealthy hyperfixations. Read with caution or turn away if you are made uncomfortable by these subjects. MOST OF EVERYTHING FROM HERE UP TO THE TRANSFORMATION IS BASED ON A TRUE STORY. THIS IS VENT ART. ——— "PuriKyua~ PuriKyua~" Those eight rhythmic syllables would ultimately be the ones to change your life. Syllables of a song tied to people who could only be attributed as legendary fighters... ...and you were fascinated with them. It started around 2017, when you were but thirteen years old. Your birthday gift was access to the gateways to worlds unprecedented that were screens, and the Internet itself. To start things fresh, you were given a Netflix account, of course locked to shows for children as to not scar you for life at still an impressionable age. You weren't all that fussed about gender norms, so you didn't care what you consumed even if it was "for girls". In fact, you didn't understand why media, merchandise and even clothing had to be separated by gender. Maybe that opinion is what made you 'different', and what made things difficult to fit in...because you weren't at all attached to the status quo... ...or it could be a case of the old Autistic Spectrum. And yet, while you were browsing Netflix for the first title to celebrate your free reign with...a disgustingly chic yet intriguing label caught your eye... "Glitter Force". "What could THAT mean?" you thought, staring into the title, then you looked over at the girls plastered on its accompanying images. What stunning outfits, adorable faces... They had to be right around your age. Was this the dawn of a fictional crush? Love at first sight? Whatever it was, it seemed fun to watch, and certainly brimming with happiness and latent fun times that would certainly get you out of a depressive episode in the late future. So you began watching this Glitter Force... ...and you were fascinated by it. Who would have known girls could kick this much ass!? The character Emily couldn't believe it herself, and so can't you! You rarely see females taking up the mantle as superheroes in any kind of media! Who cares if you, a male, weren't meant to watch this in the first place!? This was a change of pace that made you feel ultra-happy that such media existed in the first place! You felt right at home watching Glitter Force whenever you could. It was the perfect blend of humour and harrow, Hell, the latter was almost painstakingly dark a couple of times! Your Internet journey was starting off strong, and you were proud to call yourself a Glitter Force fanatic. Until 2019. You're 15 now, and have access to the revolutionary chatroom software, Discord, made specifically for the gaming demographic which you were just starting to welcome yourself into, what with your hyperfixations on phenomenal titles such as Persona 4 Golden. Gushing about Glitter Force that night was both a great idea and a mistake, as it attracted a bit of a mixed crowd. With an air of harsh criticism, you were recommended, or rather directed by a friend towards something similar. Something known as Pretty Cure... ...and you were fascinated by it. This was the original Glitter Force... You were left hanging for years after having finished Glitter Force DokiDoki which had a lot to be desired in itself, so finding out there were a whole twelve other series with the same premise, yet remaining so different and distant from eachother made you feel like your life was beginning to blossom like the cherry trees you adored! You begged to know how to watch full episodes of PreCure, and you were signposted to Crunchyroll...which needed your subscription, and you didn't want to dent your family's finances. Thankfully, there was a solution, and you were able to find a website that freely hosted these episodes...in exchange for your patience and tolerance wearing thin everytime you saw another ad begging for your eyes to be burnt out by somebody's nudes. God, you hated that. You can speak for every weeb you know when you say you hated that. You started with what you heard was the first of the fourteen—Futari wa PreCure, with only two main characters, Nagisa Misumi and Honoka Yukishiro, but the action was threefold more intense than what you've seen in Glitter Force, which you now perceived as Smile PreCure. You felt like you were about to have a heart attack when you saw with your own eyes just how unreasonably and supernaturally strong a Pretty Cure warrior was, and each use of PreCure: Marble Screw was a core memory, one after another. You just had to see more, but you also wanted to keep with the times, viewing a show that was at peak performance and quality for 2019's standards. So, with a smile that you thought could never be broken, you began to watch the currently-airing series at the time; Star☆Twinkle Pretty Cure... ...and you were fascinated by it. At this point, you were fostering a hyperfixation that you would never recover from. You loved this quirky little anthology to infinite hyperdeath. You were excited for every week since you reached the current end with an undying optimism. Star☆Twinkle was your favourite series for a variety of reasons. It brought you a new perception on the girls' ascensions into Pretty Cure, which you once saw as just cute, but now you see them as elegant, engaging, ecstatic...no, cathartic! And the themes of what lies beyond the atmosphere, and the ever-expanding limits of the human mind touched your heart and kindled a new passion in you—astrology, as well as the occasional art, but you sucked at drawing, so you stuck with writing. Yet for those moments, you were almost synonymous with the character Hikaru Hoshina down to her interests...the people of now would say, word-for-word, "wow, she's literally me"... She was every bit of cheerful and enthusiastic as you wanted to be...she gave you that drive, that infinite imagination of what lies among the fire...and you just loved her Cure Star persona. That went for everyone apart of her friend group as well... ... ...a friend group that...you could never hope to have. You were...envious of her. But it didn't stop you from enjoying the show, of course. You've felt this way before though...many times. And you frequently stopped to ponder: "What if I was just like them?" What if you were a Pretty Cure girl? ...or...just...a girl in general? How different would your life be? Would you find friends more frequently? Would your perception on life shift from the dangerously optimistic curiosity it was today? Would you be...happy with yourself? These started as mere shower thoughts...but they grew to plague your mind more and more. It was true: you barely have any friends, both in real life, and on the Internet. You were a league above everyone else because you were gifted in the head, so you didn't fit in as much when in an academic environment. You couldn't hope to, anyway. You're socially anxious. ...you...wanted to be just like Hikaru. No, any girl from any series. This wasn't just envy... ...this was...gender dysphoria. It's 2024 now. You are 19 years old. You branded yourself as transgender male-to-female in 2020, and came out to your family just a year later, which was a rousing success. But it didn't hide the pain. The pain that PreCure brought you every time you looked at them. Wonderful PreCure is now airing, a new series filled with quirky charm and flourishing friendship starring new main girl Komugi Inukai, and her adorable barking made you twitch with psychotic regret as you watched Wonderful's episodes begrudgingly. You've felt this way before. Many. Several. Copious. An unbearable amount of times. "Why can't I be like you!?" Depression and dysphoria is ravaging you, just like the crazed Garugaru you see every week. You think, "I shouldn't have touched PreCure", but if you didn't, how would you have found your first fandom, community and belonging? But you don't belong in this world. You belong with them. The PreCure. But you can't belong in their world. Pressing play on Glitter Force was just the prelude, your slow and unassuming entry into a limbo of longing...endless...relentless lust for the divine power the girls demonstrated, or just a chance to feel human. Excitement to see what happens next is now gluttony for this sensational content, so you could scream their phrases and pretend you were there with the heroines—one of them, giving the spirits of greed or creators of a barren worldwide desert or deniers of aspirations...whatever forces of darkness...your fated wrath. And every time you finished an episode, your mind filled with the desire to commit a heresy against the realistic laws of your world and enter their own by any means necessary. Every single aspect of theirs was an individual finger that made up an iron grip. Their graceful violence, their charm and personality, their cathartic transformations, their alluring designs and the eternal and endless rush of content. The chronic hyperfixation that held you hostage made you perform unfathomable actions or play tricks on yourself to stave off the pain. Role-play and identity fraud, as one of the PreCures on the Internet. Thinking up 'imaginary friends' so you weren't alone. Consuming transgender-transformation content to fuel your desire for escapism. And the worst part is, this kind of content was sometimes ostracized, and the controversies could take you down with them. Every time you opened another story on DeviantArt, it felt like you were committing an irredeemable treachery which would make you look like a parasocial, "fatherless" loser in the face of the real world. Someone will ultimately try to cancel you off the face of the Internet for being so overt about these desires to change as well, which would leave you helpless and alone. It was like you were the main character of the myth of King Sisyphus—resiliently rolling a boulder up a hill of your own mental baggage, destined to speed back down each time you thought you were doing well, until you inevitably cave. In the end...your PreCure journey was one of cathartic agony. You stare out of your window and into the quiet neighbourhood, reflecting on everything that brought you to this point. At least you're taking care of yourself on a physical level, shaving regularly and keeping fit and toned so it can help you for when you go on estrogen one day. Every day feels like the same. Wake up, head to the nursing home to begin your workshift. And when you go home...think...about her. "Kirayaba☆..." you mumble, in tribute to Hikaru, the girl who made you realize. That was her catchphrase, romanized. "I guess I can try again...power of hope, right?" you continue, quoting the title of the third installment to Yes! PreCure 5. You vacate your room, taking a coat in the colours of the Transgender Pride flag so you don't get cold, as well as your phone to use as a makeshift MP3 player. You tap onto YouTube, and start playing the song Color Your Night, from the soundtrack of Persona 3 Reload, which you just started playing on the dawn of February in tandem with Wonderful PreCure. It's a hobby of yours to go out on a walk, no matter the time of day, hoping that you may land in the shoes of a PreCure protagonist. A fairy could hit you right on the forehead, or you could bear witness to a Monster Of The Week terrorizing. ...and by that, it meant maybe finding a friend who has the gall to interact with a shmuck like you or you might run in on some crime. Now if it was the latter, you'd rush in just like the superheroine you've always wanted to be. You're practically a nihilist now, so if you get abducted or killed—"At least it'll be in a blaze of glory." You set out, walking rhythmically to Color Your Night and using the lyrics of Azumi Takahashi when they came on as your voice training. You've been getting good recently. ♪Another wander in the night~ Lemme paint the view~ Colour the town with my light~ For every moment shared with you night and in the day~ You're never fully gone~ Going to be back again~ Until the coming of the dawn~♪ you sang quietly, starting to feel proud of yourself... Genuine pride and happiness for oneself. You only really feel that every couple days. "Damn...that was kinda good...it's not Color Charge, but it's still...kirayaba☆ in my eyes..." you praised yourself, unironically using Hikaru's catchphrase to describe your talent. Maybe you could hit the nearest karaoke and preach how good Persona 3 Reload turned out to be..? You continue to stride to the song's time signature, thinking aloud of how you could make this day better... "PreCure All Stars F? N-No, I need to stop thinking about that. I'm gonna spiral again... M-Maybe...to distract myself, I'll hop on Halo, give myself something else to fixate on...complete a storyline on Legendary, day by day... ...or maybe...I might actually find a real-life friend...some guy'll ask me 'what are you listening to?' and they turn out to be a Persona fan...and maybe! Maybe I'll introduce them to PreC—" Just like Sisyphus' boulder, it rolled back down again to the depths of your hyperfixation. You can never get that out of your head, even after dismissing it once. Your tangent went well too, as you defeatedly proclaim "...new record..." You eventually come to the seaside, your favourite biome and second-favourite place to be, behind your own home, of course. You lean over the guardrail, staring into the sky, flashing golden for only a couple minutes, the sun sinking into its zenith spurring that infinite imagination you got from her. Maybe, once you get home, you'll take to the computer and start writing or at least conceptualizing for something that isn't a fanseries or in any way inspired from PreCure. You begrudgingly felt attuned to your reality you didn't want to be a part of—"might as well embrace instead of trying to escape!" you laugh to yourself... For the first time in what felt like an eternity, you were starting to feel optimistic of the possibility of breaking out of this unhealthy hyperfixation, and no longer clouded by imperfect self-hatred for hopefully a long time... You continue to look into the symbol of the world's light...real light...for minutes...until... "You don't look so good." someone says from beside you, causing you to jump and face their direction. It's a woman, with sprawling pink hair that looks like a bother to take proper care of. Her red eyes are piercing your own, it's like she sees right through you. On top of that, her body is well-engineered...sensual to look at any longer... Cap that off with that stunning black dress, and she looks like she came crawling straight out of one of Japan's televisions... You struggle to get your words together. "I— ee— uh— uhh— I-I'm fine. Trust. I was just...c-clearing my mind—" you stammer, your social anxiety making you try to get out of the conversation as quick as you can instead of trying to keep it going like any sane person would when faced with the person of the opposite gender. "No. I don't believe you, you've clearly got something on your mind. Why else would you come out here just to look at the sun?" she asks you, not buying the oldest trick in the book of the depressed for a millisecond. Flustered further, you think of an excuse. Infinite imagination...maybe... "I-I'm...inspired! Yeah! I'm an up-and-coming writer...aaand I'm...looking for inspiration!" you reply, while trying to keep your focus on her eyes and not her figure. It's not every day you meet a total charmer of a real woman, not just in anime, so your knowledge of social tact is not the best. "Aahhh, I see~ Writing wouldn't happen to be what makes you feel...happy, correct?" she adds on her interested remark, asking if you feel happy with yourself. Aside from the constant nagging fear of the allegations, you feel pretty content with the light side of your life, so you reply with a hearty "Totally!" "Mmh...taking up a career in writing...I can only hope you'll come up with works that shine like a star...you'll need this then! A bit of style to go with your substance!" she compliments before handing you something. It's a pen, as you can see, so you quickly correct her before you register what that pen looks like. "N-No, I write on the com...pu..." Your words shatter as you look at what she handed you. This isn't just a pen. A pink base, with a sparkly feather at its end, small stars embedded into the ruffles...and a spiralling white point...a star with wings where the feather emerges...this... This is a one-to-one replica of Hikaru Hoshina's Star Colour Pen!? "Wha—I—a-a-a real Star Colour Pen!? Where'd you get PreCure merch in the United Kingdom!?" you beam, shaking with happiness that no average birthday or Christmas gift could possibly hand you. "A woman has her ways. I can tell you want this in your life, don't you? You'll want this so it doesn't run out." To make matters better, she goes to greater lengths and gives you a replica of the Star Colour Pendant. You can hear the ink coalescing inside. You can't say a thing except two words, only shake with enjoyment and exclaim "TH-THANK YOU!?" The woman giggles, pleased with herself...you snap back in response, taking your chance before it flees! "P-Please! Tell me who you are, I'm sorry if I seem like a creep, b-but you could be my first...REAL friend who reciprocates with me..." you beg and plead, not at all trying to sound like a total incel. For a moment, she ponders before complying. "I'm Yuri. Sure. We can be friends. Contact info?" she says almost nonchalantly. First of all, that's a lovely name... Second of all, ALREADY!? "Uhh...l-let me just...write it down...m-me, I'm...y/n— No, no...I'm...uh...c/n..." You correct yourself, trying to heighten your voice to give Yuri the picture while you write down your phone number on the little notepad you brought with you, as well as a little note alongside that. You rip out the paper... You look in awe at the Pen's ink, it's in perfect quality, shining like the stars it symbolized. Yuri asks you as you give her your number... "'btw im trans'...hahaha! I could tell! Well, c/n, hope you have a good rest of the day...it has to be, since you're such a good girl~" You smile, eyes closed and body tensing up...you've recieved gender euphoria...and on top of that, your first real life friend. "You need to leave?" you ask Yuri, and she nods in reply. "O-Okay! Bye, then! And...thank you so much!!" you give her your regards as you see her leave. You go your separate way as well, resuming Color Your Night as you head back home...in the tens of minutes between the beach and your house, you were holding in raw, unfiltered catharsis, and you just had to let it out once you were back in your walls. That you did. "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~!!! I-I-I met a friend today...she's really cute...I-I might be lesbian..!? She gave me encouragement...she gave me PRECURE MERCH!! How did she even get it!? eBay!? I-I don't even know, but I'm feeling so...so...KIRAYABAAA~☆!" You were filled with so much happiness and cheer that rivalled even Miyuki Hoshizora's, the symbol of your first contact. You rushed into your room, fully aware of the time of day now. It's now night-time, but like that was going to stop your greatest high since 2017! So, you poured it all into your computer until you felt tired, venting all of your ultra-happiness onto your new toys... "The twinkling stars...shining throughout the universe! KYUAA STAR~!!" you shouted, raising your new Pen to the ceiling and indulging in the imagination you enveloped yourself in when using the Internet...and the Star Color Pen beginning to shine just a little, almost as if reacting to it. Your light was off and your computer screen was on low brightness... "This thing lights up too..? This really does feel like the real thing..." you commented, awestruck... "Is it...voice-activated..? A voice-activated nightlight...no music's coming from it, so I guess that's all it is...a pen that doubles as a nightlight." you set it on your desk and resumed use of your computer... ...the hours passed... ...and you were getting tired very fast, almost unnaturally so. You must have tired yourself out with all of that positive venting... ...you shut off your computer, and set the still-lit Star Colour Pen on your bedside table...ending your kirayaba☆ day with a peaceful sleep... ...and as you drifted, the Pen began to shine brighter...gauging your dream...and it would be the one to draw it to life...with it in your hands~ ————— YOUR HENSHIN~! The light behind your eyes is different, so much so that it wakes you up prematurely. You open your eyes to find yourself in a glittering pocket dimension, no sense of space around you...the pink expanse seems to stretch on for lightyears. You try to move, but...you can't. You're suspended in the air...the only movement you're making being your heart racing from the shock and...your hand...twirling that pen around above your head? You're not doing that...are you? Your body is acting without thinking..! "Star Colour Pendant~!" you were forced to say, on complete impulse! You didn't even notice your voice was starkly different than how it was, now sounding exactly like the 'engrish' you'd hear from Hikaru's voice actress. Instinctively, you plunge your pen into the aforementioned pendant, which inexplicably lays around your neck, despite you having sworn you put that pendant on your bedside table! As you hear it click into place, it shines in several shades as if a mechanism were activated by the pen's presence... You're so tired, yet for a moment, you manage to snap out of it, protesting to whatever kind of unseen forces may be puppeting you. You scream into the space, taking out your thoughts on the litter of glitter around you. "Nngahh..! What am I doing!? Wh-What did I just say!? Where AM I!? O-OK, calm down, c/n, you're clearly dreaming...you'll...wake up soon enough. But...where even is this..!? This echoing music...a-and my voice...kind of reminds me of—" You enter a cold sweat as you start to feel your autonomy being leeched away from you once more. "Aaah!..can't think straight...can't...c-c-caahh..." You helplessly say before your expression is forced into a cheerful smile, and you shout viscerally— "...Colour Charge~!!" —as you wrench the pen back out, its tip covered in a shining energy that erupts freely, coalescing into the shape of a five-point star in front of you. Your vision is obscured by a white light, a storm of stars surrounding you with their warmth and propelling you higher into this dimension. Another series of impulses rush through your body, tempting your hand to push the tip of your pen against the pendant, and as it glows again, you're compelled to show the space your voice... ...you want...to perform...~ You want to sing your adorable voice dry! Sing with maximum heart!! You can't resist! Your lips part involuntarily as your first verse comes out of you~ ♪Kirameku~ Hoshi no chikara de~ Akogare no~ Watashi egaku yo~♪ you sang loudly, without any thinking done on your own...you don't believe what's happening at all. This has to be reverie...your body dancing in tune with the song it produces, the song you've adored for years, in perfect Japanese and all...fluffy bands materializing around your wrists as your hands and arms constrict themselves into deft and dainty limbs attuned to drawing until they throb... ...you're doing what the song entails... ...you're drawing the you you've always dreamed of... ...you're undergoing Hikaru's magical ascension into Cure Star!! ♪Tuinkuru~ Tuinkuru PuriKyua~ You repeat that verse three times over all while your body continues to dance on its own. Standing tall for just a moment until your now-feminine feet become encased in high-heeled boots, and the adjacent legs losing all their hair and unnecessary flesh. The magic puts your new feet to good use, as you feel yourself becoming more and more acrobatic, unreasonably so, as you jump from star to star while maintaining your sensational dance! With your pen in hand, you perform a graceful twirl that lets its energy loose in a sine wave around you. It then closes in, immediately upgrading your translucent dress into Cure Star's trademark attire! One of your legs feel a bit more comfy in its thigh-high stocking as well~ The addition of her dress caused quite the chain reaction in your body too, your sides and back pinching into slim curves, while your hips and rear jut out just a little, not to mention the push of your breast buds already feeling apparent against the dress's inside. Your hand moves the pen up to your face, tapping it against your ears to give them some stellar jewellry, while your hair suddenly bursts into the style of tantalizing twintails of razzmatazz colouration, reaching down to your hips! You cannot resist smiling. Literally. You don't want this to end, but you know how these sequences go. You tap your pen against the Star Colour Pendant as it assimilates itself into your outfit, and as you belt out the last verse, the background enters the same colour as your hair as stars and sparks burst out below you! ♪Sutaa☆Tuinkuruuu~ ♪Sutaa☆Tuinkuru PuriKyuaaa~ aaaah~! The song...your song...reaches its crescendo...the kind of warmth and joy rushing through your veins is unreal...a surge of endorphins, serotonin and...estrogen...that means...you're...female. You feel yourself finally come into contact with solid ground as your Star Colour Pen slips itself into a pouch on your dress. You feel the impulses flood your limbs again. Those sweet, warm, magical impulses, like puppetstrings comfortably embracing your wrists, ankles and back... You feel your mouth forced to speak once more, as you give your introduction, holding your hands out to the stars and leaning back to accentuate your hairstyle and your budding curves...and then reaching your hand up high as particles and symbols explode behind you! "宇宙に輝...くキラキラ星! キュアスター~!" {The twinkling star...shining throughout the universe! Cure Star~!} You announce yourself, not as y/n, but Cure Star, your idol, your inspiration...you don't want it to stop, the transformation felt so good, you just don't want it to end...but alas...you feel yourself returning to sleep as the space darkens and your eyes close... This can't be happening... ...I'm returning to reality... ...please...don't leave me back there... I don't want to go back...I want to stay here! Stay like this! I'm happy like this!! Please! I want to be a PreCure!! ————— THE AFTERMATH "I WANT TO BE A PRECURE!!!" you called out, unaware, as you were shut out of your dream. Any chance of genuine euphoria now stopped in their tracks, the sight of that surreal twilight—the threshold between happiness and despair, now closed. Your body shook with the inability to process, or accept, having something that felt so real stripped from you. You were about to cry, hanging your head low until you realized— ...the sounds of your sighs and sobs... ...your hair effortlessly brushing up against your bed's headboard... ...how different your clothes felt...how they looked... "...w-wait a minute..." you pondered, your eyes widening in shock when you heard... "...m-my...voice..! I-It's..!" you noticed...rushing out of your bed and into the bathroom. You felt your hair softly colliding with walls, doors and objects, and the skirt of your new clothing bouncing as you took sporadic steps, and when you found your mirror, the figure staring back at you was no longer your toned yet unremarkable self but... "Cure...Star...i-it was real!? I'M CURE STAR!?" you exclaimed after checking yourself out. You could've sworn it was the usual phantom sensation and auditory hallucination, but...it's true: you're an exact replica of Cure Star...it's like Pretty Cure and Super Sentai had just switched places...as if you were a woman cosplaying her! No, not that, you may be female...but you're not a woman...your figure is surprisingly youthful, and less mature! You've returned to the age of fourteen! You're the real, actual, bonafide Cure Star! "This...th-th-this...this is... ...K-KIRAYAB—" You were about to jump for joy, and the moment your feet left the ground, it was like you were launched out of a cannon. You sped up to the ceiling in a flash, your head making a crack in its material as you reacted, seething in pain... "—AAAaanngh..! Owie...wh-what was that..." You look up, holding your head on the point of impact, seeing the crack you just made. "D-Did...I do that..? I-I didn't know I could jump that high...or maybe...maybe it's cus I'm a PreCure now! A REAL...PRECURE!!" your astonishment became excitement in a matter of minutes, your personality and outlook matching with the traditional cheeriness of the average Pretty Cure leader. "And...a-and on top of that..." you commented further, with bated breath, sliding your hand between your legs. ... Nothing. All you felt was the fabric of your PreCure outfit. You've done it. You've transitioned. There's no way you can't see if this is a dream, because it isn't. You felt pain just a few seconds ago. You're the you you've always dreamed of. "Wait...w-was it that Star Colour Pen toy!? That...actually changed me!? Th-There...there's no way—" you theorized, before grappling with the fact that 'logic', as a concept, didn't really exist anymore. You're a magical girl, once an unremarkable man. You're the living bane of logic. Whatever it was could've changed you, which you swore to yourself was the Pen and its Pendant, you knew you had to thank the woman who gave you those trinkets. You had to find Yuri again, and thank her from the bottom of your sweet heart. She never gave you her number, so you had to look around for her, hopefully in the same place you found her...but... "W-Wait! I can't go out like this..! Th-They don't have cosplayers...a-and idols around every corner of the UK..!" you realized, knowing you would stand out among everyone else as Cure Star... ...now that isn't the social interaction you want! But however you want to find Yuri, you might as well have some fun as Cure Star first! "...if I'm a PreCure now...I should be able to..!" you say to yourself, opening your bathroom window as wide as it can possibly go. With relative ease and athleticism, you perched yourself on the windowsill and then... ...with closed eyes and high hopes, you jumped out of your window with all your strength... You can feel the wind rushing through your ears and hair. You're breathing the freshest air you've ever respired. You open your eyes. You're kilometers above the ground. You can see your entire town from this height. Exhiliration rushes through you, just like how you felt when transforming for the first time. You felt like you could reach up high and touch the stars...you are touching the sky... "Eeeeeeeeeee~!! I knew it! I thought so!! I'm a real PreCure! And that means I can jump reeeally high and experience the exhiliration they did...~" you exclaimed, filled with a luxurious sense that could only be described as... ...freedom. You're free from the expectations and stereotypes of Man... Free from the endless envy... Free from the curse of being a part of the powerless, crime-committing, war-mongering Humanity itself. Because now, you're one of them. You feel like you have ascended to Heaven....reached Nirvana...whispered to Allah on the top of the mountain... You've escaped your reality. ...although there is one thing you won't escape. "Oh, right. Gravity." Earth demands your presence and pulls you back down to it, but even succumbing to its pull is an adventure in and of itself—like you were rushing down the world's longest slide... ...while the sky may not be your domain forever, unlike a certain Sora's, you'll cherish the first of many memories as a real Pretty Cure. You move yourself towards the roof of a tall nearby building... ...and instead of a bloody crash, you return to solid ground with a dainty, graceful and most of all, painless landing. You take a wide stance to relieve yourself of the tension, exclaiming with a twirl: "Kirayaba~☆" You immediately tense up again, unable to contain the excitement of the moment. Like Manatsu, you're brimming with motivation. You want to experience everything important to you at this moment in time...which was everything that entailed being a Pretty Cure. Fighting evil, while looking as cute as you can...and maybe even doing girly things in general! Shopping sprees, makeup sessions, girl talk...if you found a way to de-transform into just Hikaru, you could start your entire life over! You overlook the rest of the town from the roof. Looking down, you can see that there are not many people. It is the early morning afterall...so with no-one to stop you, you parkour from roof to roof, until you reach the part of the beach where you met up with Yuri. And in fact... ...you can see her, right there. Same place, as if she too were reminiscing that magical moment. And now...so were you. Just one day ago, you were doubting the loosening of your hyperfixation until you met Yuri. And throughout the entire year, and those before, you were in the worst moments of your life...hard times, relentless depression, despair and dysphoria...but now, you're a free child again! In fact, you're thinking right now if Yuri might take you in as her foster daughter... The boulder you were rolling for eternity—the impossibly heavy boulder that was the mere concept of 'becoming a Pretty Cure' has finally reached the top of the hill. You can finally imagine yourself happy. As you descend from the building, calling Yuri's name with earnest, you think of the infinite colourful possibilities of what might happen. They're filling you with a joy that can only be described as kirayaba☆. Whatever awaits you in your next life, you're ready for it. Afterall, you are a Pretty Cure. A superheroine, a tried-and-true emissary of light... ...and you were fascinated by it. —————————— This story is dedicated to Starmaker/Mimileaks, for introducing me to Pretty Cure, and being one of my only friends I could possibly reciprocate with from that standpoint. From the bottom of my heart, I thank you. That goes for my watchers aswell. Thank you for listening to my story. I hope it was worth the wait.