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"Excuse me," Ben addressed the driver, "how long until we arrive?"

"About ten more minutes, Ms Eilish" he replied, not looking back.

Ben frowned, "Hey, uh, I'm not a 'Ms' and my surname isn't 'Eilish' just so you know."

"Of course, Ms Eilish."

Ben rolled his eyes and sat back in the comfy leather seats. Putting aside the unusual driver, this was shaping up to be a pretty awesome evening, because Ben was attending, as a VIP, the Met Gala! He had won some competition (which he had no recollection of entering in the first place) and recieved an official inviation in the mail. Believing it to be some kind of prank or scam, Ben had scoffed and forgotten all about it, that was until a knock on his door the night of the Gala, and meeting his personal driver for the evening!

Hurriedly throwing on the only suit he owned, Ben wondered about who would be attending the event. He knew it was an A-list event, so surely there would be some celebrities he knew? Though it was a fashion event, which didn't interest him a whole lot. Still, the chance to enjoy an expensive meal and mingle with celebrities was not one he was about to pass up!

For the hundreth time since they'd set off, Ben looked down at his official inviation, gently brushing his fingers over the name. As he did so, something strange happened. The letters began to change, reshaping and shifting into different ones. Ben frowned, bringing the paper closer to his gaze, surely imagining the whole thing?

The name on the invite now read; Billie Eilish.

Suddenly, Ben's feet began to cramp.

"Ow! What the Hell...?" he muttered, looking down at his shoes, which felt a little loose on his feet, as though his feet were...shrinking?!

Ben gasped, lifting one foot as the smart black shoe fell away. Tearing his sock off, Ben's eyes widened in shock and he could only watch as the bones in his feet popped and cracked, black nail varnish appearing on his toe nails. Looking over, Ben saw the same thing had happened to his other foot. Stranger still, in place of his smart black shoes there were now a pair of black heels!

The muscles in Ben's legs began to cramp now, and as he pulled on trouser leg up he saw that the hair was all gone, leaving only smooth skin. The trousers tightened around his thighs which, to his horror, were thickening! It was as though somone was blowing them up as they stretched the material.

Like his shoes, his trousers began to change, becoming a pair of sheer tights that hugged his changed legs and wrapped round his dainty feet.

"H-hey! What's going on?!" Ben yelled, looking up at the driver, who did not reply.

Ben shifted toward the drivers window, "Hey! I'm talking to-ah!" Ben fell forward onto the plush floor, stumbling in the heels. Looking over his shoulder, he could feel the changes continuing up his body, gasping as his ass began to inflate!

His cheeks swelled, stretching his boxers as the material was all but swallowed between the gap. "Gah!" Ben yelped in pain as his hips crunched loudly and shifted outwards to accomdate his swollen rear. His boxers changed into a black thong which sat snugly between his swoft, firm cheeks but did little to cover his cock and balls.

This, however, was the next part of him to change.

"No, no, no!" Ben yelled, clutching his penis as it hardened and began to shrink, growing softer and smaller as the hair above his crotch shrank back inside the skin. "Oh God...oh God...what's happening to meeee..." Ben moaned, his eyes rolling back as his vulva formed and his cliterous swelled, already moist and sensitive, the thong rubbing against it in a way that made his stomach clench.

Ben's hands began to shake, and he watched as the fingerbones popped and shrank, his fingers becoming slender as his nails grew and were painted black to match his toenails. His arms softened and shortened as his shoulders crunched inwards, pressuring building in his chest as he sat back on his heels and arched his back.

His nipples showed starkly against his shirt as they stiffened, his breaths coming in slow and heavy as two mounds appeared on his chest, being pumped with fatty tissue as they grew larger and rounder. His shirt did little to contain the growing breasts, buttons popping off one by one as his breasts quickly filled what little room there was left.

"Holy shit!" Ben yelled, staring down in amazement at his breasts, at least double Ds in size. In the blink of an eye, his ruined shirt became a black body suit with sheer lace the covered his large breasts but made sure to keep his cleavage visible for all to see. The same lacy material eveloped his hands and travelled up his arms.

The limo came to a sudden stop and Ben could hear hundreds of cameras clicking and flashing in anticipation as the crowd at side rippled with excitement at the arrival of another guest.

"Hey! I c-can't go outside like this-ah!" Ben clutched his face as it began to reform, his eyes turning ocean blue and enlarging, eyebrows thinning and nose cracking as it shrank. His jaw shifted back as his cheekbones lifted and his lips became fuller. His head tickled as his hair darkened and thickened before exploding out of his scalp, long, silky dark locks falling all about his face and past his shoulders, before fixing itself into a long elaborate braid.

Ben caught his reflection in the rear-view mirror as smoky black eyeshadow appeared around his eyes and foundation tinted his cheeks. The door to the limo opened and Ben was greeted by a cacophony of sound as the crowd screamed. The driver offered a hand and, despite himself, Ben took it, stepping out into the dazzling lights.

Billie! Billie! Over here, Billie! Look this way for us, Billie! Do a sultry pose for us, Billie! One over the shoulder now, Billie!

Ben felt overwhelmed by the demanding photographers, but despite his instincts telling him to run, he found himself posing this way and that, the action coming naturally to him as he placed his hands on slender hips and posed, looking up at photographers through long lashes and heavy-lidded eyes.

Gradually, he began to feel more at ease. Hell, he was even starting to enjoy the attention he was getting, the outfit clinging to his vuloptuous body in a way that drove the crowd mad.

Maybe I can get used to this... Ben thought as he ascended the steps towards the entrance, interviewers waiting for him.

Thank you so much for taking the time to speak with us, Billie, said one eager journalist, This is your third appearance at the Met Gala, and might I say you look incredible

Ben plushed and smiled, "Aw, thank you! I'm so happy to be here again, though this hair of mine is so heavy!" he joked, confused as to why he was answering to the name 'Billie'.

But that was his name, wasn't it? Yes...Billie...Billie Eilish...yes, he was Billie Eilish! Of course he was! He was an international sensation, adored by millions for her music and fashion.

Ben smiled as he continued up towards the entrance.

It was going to be a good night...

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"Excuse me," Ben addressed the driver, "how long until we arrive?"

"About ten more minutes, Ms Eilish" he replied, not looking back.

Ben frowned, "Hey, uh, I'm not a 'Ms' and my surname isn't 'Eilish' just so you know."

"Of course, Ms Eilish."

Ben rolled his eyes and sat back in the comfy leather seats. Putting aside the unusual driver, this was shaping up to be a pretty awesome evening, because Ben was attending, as a VIP, the Met Gala! He had won some competition (which he had no recollection of entering in the first place) and recieved an official inviation in the mail. Believing it to be some kind of prank or scam, Ben had scoffed and forgotten all about it, that was until a knock on his door the night of the Gala, and meeting his personal driver for the evening!

Hurriedly throwing on the only suit he owned, Ben wondered about who would be attending the event. He knew it was an A-list event, so surely there would be some celebrities he knew? Though it was a fashion event, which didn't interest him a whole lot. Still, the chance to enjoy an expensive meal and mingle with celebrities was not one he was about to pass up!

For the hundreth time since they'd set off, Ben looked down at his official inviation, gently brushing his fingers over the name. As he did so, something strange happened. The letters began to change, reshaping and shifting into different ones. Ben frowned, bringing the paper closer to his gaze, surely imagining the whole thing?

The name on the invite now read; Billie Eilish.

Suddenly, Ben's feet began to cramp.

"Ow! What the Hell...?" he muttered, looking down at his shoes, which felt a little loose on his feet, as though his feet were...shrinking?!

Ben gasped, lifting one foot as the smart black shoe fell away. Tearing his sock off, Ben's eyes widened in shock and he could only watch as the bones in his feet popped and cracked, black nail varnish appearing on his toe nails. Looking over, Ben saw the same thing had happened to his other foot. Stranger still, in place of his smart black shoes there were now a pair of black heels!

The muscles in Ben's legs began to cramp now, and as he pulled on trouser leg up he saw that the hair was all gone, leaving only smooth skin. The trousers tightened around his thighs which, to his horror, were thickening! It was as though somone was blowing them up as they stretched the material.

Like his shoes, his trousers began to change, becoming a pair of sheer tights that hugged his changed legs and wrapped round his dainty feet.

"H-hey! What's going on?!" Ben yelled, looking up at the driver, who did not reply.

Ben shifted toward the drivers window, "Hey! I'm talking to-ah!" Ben fell forward onto the plush floor, stumbling in the heels. Looking over his shoulder, he could feel the changes continuing up his body, gasping as his ass began to inflate!

His cheeks swelled, stretching his boxers as the material was all but swallowed between the gap. "Gah!" Ben yelped in pain as his hips crunched loudly and shifted outwards to accomdate his swollen rear. His boxers changed into a black thong which sat snugly between his swoft, firm cheeks but did little to cover his cock and balls.

This, however, was the next part of him to change.

"No, no, no!" Ben yelled, clutching his penis as it hardened and began to shrink, growing softer and smaller as the hair above his crotch shrank back inside the skin. "Oh God...oh God...what's happening to meeee..." Ben moaned, his eyes rolling back as his vulva formed and his cliterous swelled, already moist and sensitive, the thong rubbing against it in a way that made his stomach clench.

Ben's hands began to shake, and he watched as the fingerbones popped and shrank, his fingers becoming slender as his nails grew and were painted black to match his toenails. His arms softened and shortened as his shoulders crunched inwards, pressuring building in his chest as he sat back on his heels and arched his back.

His nipples showed starkly against his shirt as they stiffened, his breaths coming in slow and heavy as two mounds appeared on his chest, being pumped with fatty tissue as they grew larger and rounder. His shirt did little to contain the growing breasts, buttons popping off one by one as his breasts quickly filled what little room there was left.

"Holy shit!" Ben yelled, staring down in amazement at his breasts, at least double Ds in size. In the blink of an eye, his ruined shirt became a black body suit with sheer lace the covered his large breasts but made sure to keep his cleavage visible for all to see. The same lacy material eveloped his hands and travelled up his arms.

The limo came to a sudden stop and Ben could hear hundreds of cameras clicking and flashing in anticipation as the crowd at side rippled with excitement at the arrival of another guest.

"Hey! I c-can't go outside like this-ah!" Ben clutched his face as it began to reform, his eyes turning ocean blue and enlarging, eyebrows thinning and nose cracking as it shrank. His jaw shifted back as his cheekbones lifted and his lips became fuller. His head tickled as his hair darkened and thickened before exploding out of his scalp, long, silky dark locks falling all about his face and past his shoulders, before fixing itself into a long elaborate braid.

Ben caught his reflection in the rear-view mirror as smoky black eyeshadow appeared around his eyes and foundation tinted his cheeks. The door to the limo opened and Ben was greeted by a cacophony of sound as the crowd screamed. The driver offered a hand and, despite himself, Ben took it, stepping out into the dazzling lights.

Billie! Billie! Over here, Billie! Look this way for us, Billie! Do a sultry pose for us, Billie! One over the shoulder now, Billie!

Ben felt overwhelmed by the demanding photographers, but despite his instincts telling him to run, he found himself posing this way and that, the action coming naturally to him as he placed his hands on slender hips and posed, looking up at photographers through long lashes and heavy-lidded eyes.

Gradually, he began to feel more at ease. Hell, he was even starting to enjoy the attention he was getting, the outfit clinging to his vuloptuous body in a way that drove the crowd mad.

Maybe I can get used to this... Ben thought as he ascended the steps towards the entrance, interviewers waiting for him.

Thank you so much for taking the time to speak with us, Billie, said one eager journalist, This is your third appearance at the Met Gala, and might I say you look incredible

Ben plushed and smiled, "Aw, thank you! I'm so happy to be here again, though this hair of mine is so heavy!" he joked, confused as to why he was answering to the name 'Billie'.

But that was his name, wasn't it? Yes...Billie...Billie Eilish...yes, he was Billie Eilish! Of course he was! He was an international sensation, adored by millions for her music and fashion.

Ben smiled as he continued up towards the entrance.

It was going to be a good night...