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It was going to rain soon. Staring out at the dark and overcast sky through the train windows, Andrew hoped that it could wait until he got home. And he'd picked today or all days to forget his umbrella, too… it wasn't like his hard day at work needed to get any worse.

Feeling his phone buzz in his pocket Andrew pulled it out. It was probably another of his boss' unreasonable requests for overtime that would have him working late into the night, but… "Huh?" When will you be back, babe? It was from a number he did not recognize, and Andrew made to delete it like he would any other spam message… but something gave him pause.

No, it wasn't the contents of the message itself - Andrew furrowed his brows as he saw that the finger about to tap on the screen was now coated in a layer of pink polish. "What the fuck?" The train car was fairly packed, but none of the other passengers seemed to react as Andrew stared at his own hands, realizing that every finger now sported the same pink coat - and that they were much slimmer than before.

His phone buzzed again. I can't wait to see your gorgeous face "Did you do this!?" The most obvious explanation being that these messages were related to whatever was going on, Andrew typed his message out with shaking fingers… but as he pressed Send the message that popped out was very different. Same

"I must be dreaming…" What else could it be? Andrew's face began to subtly change, looking more feminine by the second as it gained a thin layer of makeup, and his hair grew longer before its brown color was overtaken by a natural shade of silver.

Even as Andrew wanted desperately to throw away his phone and get himself away from the supernatural force somehow changing and twisting his body, he found that his hands refused to let go of it. And when it buzzed again - Excited for a repeat of last night's fun? "I've no fucking clue what you're talking about!" …was what Andrew wanted to say, but instead he watched his fingers type something else entirely. "Already longing for more? And I was just thinking my boobs could use some exercise "

"Bwuh!?" With a soft thoomp, a pair of breasts appeared on Andrew's chest, straining the front of his shirt as he let out a soft shriek, voice cracking and taking on a tone which was unmistakably a girl's. Again, no one around reacted as the young man grasped as his new additions, a soft moan escaping his mouth as the touch sent a jolt of pleasure down his spine.

"We are approaching - Newchurch Station." W-wait, that was his station! Andrew stumbled off the train as soon as the doors opened, feeling his phone buzz and giving it a glance - It's raining, right? Be careful not to slip in those high heels… "I haven't got any fucking high heels!" Andrew began to run, his legs slimming down and his feet encased in a pair of high heels, and the young man's gait adjusted to the new footwear.

He just needed to get home and figure out what in the world was happening… Andrew panted for breath as he ran out of the station's front doors, the dual weights on his chest suddenly seeming all the heavier. Small raindrops patterned him as he ran the familiar way back to his own apartment, their cold a stark contrast to the warmth that was beginning to burn in between Andrew's legs.

His phone had gone silent - that was a mercy, Andrew supposed. In contrast, the sound of raindrops was getting louder and louder, the downpour promised by the weather forecasters that morning now becoming a reality. Every drop of rain that pelted his body was a cold shock, the soon-soaked young man's outfit turning into a top that wrapped tightly around his upper body, coupled with stockings that emphasized every curve perfectly.

Fuck, had he gotten turned around…? In the haze of the rain, Andrew suddenly realized that he didn't recognize these streets at all. "I'll just find cover somewhere…" He threw himself under the overhang of the nearest building as the deluge finally began in earnest. "Hah… hah….." Panting half in exhaustion and half in arousal, he didn't even hear the door behind him open with a soft click.

"Welcome home, babe." "Ah-!" He whirled around- she whirled around and was greeted by a red-haired man, whose lips curled into a grin as he saw her. "I can't believe you forgot your umbrella a… are you alright?"

Andrew didn't recognize this man at all- but Anna did. After all, he was the asshole who had just been messaging her- but she smiled warmly, throwing her arms over her boyfriend and planting a passionate kiss on his lips. "Yeah, I’m all wet…" As her crimson irises met his, Anna felt the arousal in her nether regions double and triple, building and building… and she smiled sensually. "Do you want to help me dry off? I’m just freezing in these clothes…”

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lol I've been so busy revising that I genuinely forget to post caps.... but here's one of the patreon requests I wrote this month! you can join my patreon for just 5 USD a month to see a bunch of early and exclusive caps!

www.patreon.com/attemptsattg

art by 籽姜: www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/9883…

transcript
It was going to rain soon. Staring out at the dark and overcast sky through the train windows, Andrew hoped that it could wait until he got home. And he'd picked today or all days to forget his umbrella, too… it wasn't like his hard day at work needed to get any worse.

Feeling his phone buzz in his pocket Andrew pulled it out. It was probably another of his boss' unreasonable requests for overtime that would have him working late into the night, but… "Huh?" When will you be back, babe? It was from a number he did not recognize, and Andrew made to delete it like he would any other spam message… but something gave him pause.

No, it wasn't the contents of the message itself - Andrew furrowed his brows as he saw that the finger about to tap on the screen was now coated in a layer of pink polish. "What the fuck?" The train car was fairly packed, but none of the other passengers seemed to react as Andrew stared at his own hands, realizing that every finger now sported the same pink coat - and that they were much slimmer than before.

His phone buzzed again. I can't wait to see your gorgeous face "Did you do this!?" The most obvious explanation being that these messages were related to whatever was going on, Andrew typed his message out with shaking fingers… but as he pressed Send the message that popped out was very different. Same

"I must be dreaming…" What else could it be? Andrew's face began to subtly change, looking more feminine by the second as it gained a thin layer of makeup, and his hair grew longer before its brown color was overtaken by a natural shade of silver.

Even as Andrew wanted desperately to throw away his phone and get himself away from the supernatural force somehow changing and twisting his body, he found that his hands refused to let go of it. And when it buzzed again - Excited for a repeat of last night's fun? "I've no fucking clue what you're talking about!" …was what Andrew wanted to say, but instead he watched his fingers type something else entirely. "Already longing for more? And I was just thinking my boobs could use some exercise "

"Bwuh!?" With a soft thoomp, a pair of breasts appeared on Andrew's chest, straining the front of his shirt as he let out a soft shriek, voice cracking and taking on a tone which was unmistakably a girl's. Again, no one around reacted as the young man grasped as his new additions, a soft moan escaping his mouth as the touch sent a jolt of pleasure down his spine.

"We are approaching - Newchurch Station." W-wait, that was his station! Andrew stumbled off the train as soon as the doors opened, feeling his phone buzz and giving it a glance - It's raining, right? Be careful not to slip in those high heels… "I haven't got any fucking high heels!" Andrew began to run, his legs slimming down and his feet encased in a pair of high heels, and the young man's gait adjusted to the new footwear.

He just needed to get home and figure out what in the world was happening… Andrew panted for breath as he ran out of the station's front doors, the dual weights on his chest suddenly seeming all the heavier. Small raindrops patterned him as he ran the familiar way back to his own apartment, their cold a stark contrast to the warmth that was beginning to burn in between Andrew's legs.

His phone had gone silent - that was a mercy, Andrew supposed. In contrast, the sound of raindrops was getting louder and louder, the downpour promised by the weather forecasters that morning now becoming a reality. Every drop of rain that pelted his body was a cold shock, the soon-soaked young man's outfit turning into a top that wrapped tightly around his upper body, coupled with stockings that emphasized every curve perfectly.

Fuck, had he gotten turned around…? In the haze of the rain, Andrew suddenly realized that he didn't recognize these streets at all. "I'll just find cover somewhere…" He threw himself under the overhang of the nearest building as the deluge finally began in earnest. "Hah… hah….." Panting half in exhaustion and half in arousal, he didn't even hear the door behind him open with a soft click.

"Welcome home, babe." "Ah-!" He whirled around- she whirled around and was greeted by a red-haired man, whose lips curled into a grin as he saw her. "I can't believe you forgot your umbrella a… are you alright?"

Andrew didn't recognize this man at all- but Anna did. After all, he was the asshole who had just been messaging her- but she smiled warmly, throwing her arms over her boyfriend and planting a passionate kiss on his lips. "Yeah, I’m all wet…" As her crimson irises met his, Anna felt the arousal in her nether regions double and triple, building and building… and she smiled sensually. "Do you want to help me dry off? I’m just freezing in these clothes…”