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Decided to try something a little bit different and exercise my writing skills. I saw this girl on TikTok and thought she was very pretty. Her name is Autumn.

The bright lights, the loud signs, the flashing colors and the beautiful women. Everything is so intense it’s almost sickening. It’s just enough to pull you away from reality, just enough to let you sink in. A thousand gone. Another thousand gone. And another. And another. And another. One after another, your losses pile up and by the time you’re done you’re almost five hundred thousand dollars in debt.

It takes leaving and waking up in the morning, free of the shackles of intoxication, for you to realize what you have done. You have no money. None. What were you to do? Nothing. There’s nothing for you to do. What else could you do? There’s no way you can make five hundred thousand dollars before you get on the plane home.

You decide to take a walk to contemplate your mistakes. The day is cool and somewhat calms your nerves. The sky is clear and sunny. The smell of autumnal spices fill your nose. Brown leaves fall to the ground and make a crunch as you walk on them. You find a bench and sit down. You’re a floating, ephemeral figure right now. A man with no money, no place to stay and no family. This fact would depress the mood of most and for some would cause suicidal ideations, but for you it does not. You feel comfortable.

As you start to relax on this bench, a man approaches you. He looks familiar but in a creepy way, almost like you had met him in a dream before. He wears a long gray trench coat with a popped collar as well as a wide-brimmed hat that almost completely covers his face. He takes a seat next to you.

“I saw you at the casino last night,” he says. “It’s a real shame.”

You decide to remain silent. This man feels important.

“You must’ve lost a lot, huh?” he continues. “Enough to ruin your life, I would assume.”

You lightly nod. A small tear falls from your eye.

“You want to make all that back?” he says.

This peaks your interest. You excitedly nod.

“I want you to come with me,” he says.

The man stands up and urges you to follow him. You do. You and him walk along the sidewalk for what feels like miles. He continues to make turns and walks up stairs that lead you deeper and deeper into this foreign town. By the time you reach your destination, you have entirely forgotten where your hotel actually is. That doesn’t matter right now as you can always get a taxicab on the way back, right?

“It’s just around the corner from here,” he says.

You go around the corner and are met by a large red brick building. It looks like it could’ve been an old paper mill or government office from many, many years ago.

“Before I enter, I need you to agree to this,” he begins. “I need you to agree that no matter what happens in this building, you never tell another soul what occurred. Do you understand?”

You nod and follow him indoors. The inside of this building feels old. The walls are gray and the carpet a sort of navy blue. The lobby has a few chairs, some plants and a reception desk. He leads you up to it and begins talking to the receptionist, a young Latina woman.

“Hello, Mrs. Herrera. I have a client for 3:30,” he says.

Mrs. Herrera nods and punches in some numbers on the computer.

“You will be in room #12, Mr. Czajkowski,” she says.

Mr. Czajkowski nods and leads you to room #12. The hallway he leads you down is somewhat claustrophobic and feels like it goes on forever. The walls were gray. The doors were gray. The lights rung with a somewhat calming hum.

He ushers you in the door. “You look nervous. I assure you, this won’t hurt one bit.”

This confuses you. What was he about to do to you? Why does he need to affirm that it won’t hurt?

‘Whatever,’ you think. ‘This is a free ticket back to my life! My fiancée will never know!’

Once you enter the room, you feel uneasy. There is an air in this room that feels unpleasant. Like somebody was once entered this room one way and didn’t leave the same. The room is, once again, entirely gray. There is a large control panel in front of a glass chamber that you presume is for you to enter. You would be correct.

“There is a door on the right that you will enter,” he says. “Once you go in, we shall begin.”

You follow his directions. Once you enter the chamber, the atmosphere entirely changes. Mr. Czajkowski has an almost sinister air about him. The chamber itself is large and empty containing only you. It gives you an almost acrophobic feeling, although you are on the floor.

Mr. Czajkowski speaks through a small microphone to you. Despite his foreboding presence, his voice is still smooth and calming.

“Now, I’m going to press some buttons and some things will happen,” he says. “I want you to just close your eyes and let it happen. Everything will be alright.”

You take a deep breath and ease in. Whatever happens to you, it’s all going to be okay.

“On the count of one, the process will begin,” he says. “Are you ready?”

You nod.

“Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One,” he says. As promised, he presses a button and some gas releases into the chamber.

You can already feel something happening. You feel flustered, like a mighty energy has just risen inside of you. As this feeling increases, your physical features begin to alter. You can feel hair falling right off of your skin. It feels almost like porcelain once that has finished. Your previous stature of 6’3” decreases to a petite 5’0”. Then, your previously well groomed brown hair changes to a very light blonde and begins to grow. It’s incredibly thick, almost like a very fine fox fur coat. It also begins to transform into tight, spring-like coils. It grows down to your hips, almost covering your buttocks. Your hips themselves also begin to change, with your buttocks growing much more muscle and poking out like two basketballs had been shoved in your pants. Your chest also begins to expand, with two breasts growing out of you. They’re about the size of apples.

You begin to panic and run frantically around the chamber. While doing this you end up falling over. The gas does not hold back despite this, continuing to change your features. Your eyes change to a beautiful ocean blue and your lips to a bright cardinal red. Your smooth skin begins to pale, becoming almost the color of a hard boiled egg. Your facial structure alters as well going from a strong, rigid shape to a softer, rounder form. You could almost describe this as “more feminine”.

Then the most drastic of alterations occurs. You press one hand on your genitals, as an intense stinging sensation has begun there. As the sensation continues, your genitals begin to shrink. You slip off your pants to try and get a better look and see your penis slowly going inside of your groin. Then you feel it.

What you feel next can only be described as the most mind-bending, drool-inducing, eye-rolling orgasm you have ever felt. Every muscle in your body begins to shake as a stream of vaginal fluid expels from your newly created vulva. As this occurs, you can’t help but violently rub your vagina. The sound of water being flung by your hand sounds almost like mixing macaroni and cheese with a wooden spoon in a pot. This orgasmic release continues for what feels like eons, while in reality it was only about five minutes.

Once everything concludes and the gas lifts, you struggle to stand. Once you do, you are able to admire your new body in your reflection. Your smooth skin, supple breasts, billowing mane of hair and adorable red lips make you feel like queen of the world. You could seduce any man with these features.

Mr. Czajkowski comes back onto the microphone.

“H-how do you feel?” he nervously asks.

“Like, I feel totally super fabulous!” you exclaim. “When can I go again?”

(If you ever want to see more of these, please let me know! I love getting feedback.)

Description
Decided to try something a little bit different and exercise my writing skills. I saw this girl on TikTok and thought she was very pretty. Her name is Autumn.

The bright lights, the loud signs, the flashing colors and the beautiful women. Everything is so intense it’s almost sickening. It’s just enough to pull you away from reality, just enough to let you sink in. A thousand gone. Another thousand gone. And another. And another. And another. One after another, your losses pile up and by the time you’re done you’re almost five hundred thousand dollars in debt.

It takes leaving and waking up in the morning, free of the shackles of intoxication, for you to realize what you have done. You have no money. None. What were you to do? Nothing. There’s nothing for you to do. What else could you do? There’s no way you can make five hundred thousand dollars before you get on the plane home.

You decide to take a walk to contemplate your mistakes. The day is cool and somewhat calms your nerves. The sky is clear and sunny. The smell of autumnal spices fill your nose. Brown leaves fall to the ground and make a crunch as you walk on them. You find a bench and sit down. You’re a floating, ephemeral figure right now. A man with no money, no place to stay and no family. This fact would depress the mood of most and for some would cause suicidal ideations, but for you it does not. You feel comfortable.

As you start to relax on this bench, a man approaches you. He looks familiar but in a creepy way, almost like you had met him in a dream before. He wears a long gray trench coat with a popped collar as well as a wide-brimmed hat that almost completely covers his face. He takes a seat next to you.

“I saw you at the casino last night,” he says. “It’s a real shame.”

You decide to remain silent. This man feels important.

“You must’ve lost a lot, huh?” he continues. “Enough to ruin your life, I would assume.”

You lightly nod. A small tear falls from your eye.

“You want to make all that back?” he says.

This peaks your interest. You excitedly nod.

“I want you to come with me,” he says.

The man stands up and urges you to follow him. You do. You and him walk along the sidewalk for what feels like miles. He continues to make turns and walks up stairs that lead you deeper and deeper into this foreign town. By the time you reach your destination, you have entirely forgotten where your hotel actually is. That doesn’t matter right now as you can always get a taxicab on the way back, right?

“It’s just around the corner from here,” he says.

You go around the corner and are met by a large red brick building. It looks like it could’ve been an old paper mill or government office from many, many years ago.

“Before I enter, I need you to agree to this,” he begins. “I need you to agree that no matter what happens in this building, you never tell another soul what occurred. Do you understand?”

You nod and follow him indoors. The inside of this building feels old. The walls are gray and the carpet a sort of navy blue. The lobby has a few chairs, some plants and a reception desk. He leads you up to it and begins talking to the receptionist, a young Latina woman.

“Hello, Mrs. Herrera. I have a client for 3:30,” he says.

Mrs. Herrera nods and punches in some numbers on the computer.

“You will be in room #12, Mr. Czajkowski,” she says.

Mr. Czajkowski nods and leads you to room #12. The hallway he leads you down is somewhat claustrophobic and feels like it goes on forever. The walls were gray. The doors were gray. The lights rung with a somewhat calming hum.

He ushers you in the door. “You look nervous. I assure you, this won’t hurt one bit.”

This confuses you. What was he about to do to you? Why does he need to affirm that it won’t hurt?

‘Whatever,’ you think. ‘This is a free ticket back to my life! My fiancée will never know!’

Once you enter the room, you feel uneasy. There is an air in this room that feels unpleasant. Like somebody was once entered this room one way and didn’t leave the same. The room is, once again, entirely gray. There is a large control panel in front of a glass chamber that you presume is for you to enter. You would be correct.

“There is a door on the right that you will enter,” he says. “Once you go in, we shall begin.”

You follow his directions. Once you enter the chamber, the atmosphere entirely changes. Mr. Czajkowski has an almost sinister air about him. The chamber itself is large and empty containing only you. It gives you an almost acrophobic feeling, although you are on the floor.

Mr. Czajkowski speaks through a small microphone to you. Despite his foreboding presence, his voice is still smooth and calming.

“Now, I’m going to press some buttons and some things will happen,” he says. “I want you to just close your eyes and let it happen. Everything will be alright.”

You take a deep breath and ease in. Whatever happens to you, it’s all going to be okay.

“On the count of one, the process will begin,” he says. “Are you ready?”

You nod.

“Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One,” he says. As promised, he presses a button and some gas releases into the chamber.

You can already feel something happening. You feel flustered, like a mighty energy has just risen inside of you. As this feeling increases, your physical features begin to alter. You can feel hair falling right off of your skin. It feels almost like porcelain once that has finished. Your previous stature of 6’3” decreases to a petite 5’0”. Then, your previously well groomed brown hair changes to a very light blonde and begins to grow. It’s incredibly thick, almost like a very fine fox fur coat. It also begins to transform into tight, spring-like coils. It grows down to your hips, almost covering your buttocks. Your hips themselves also begin to change, with your buttocks growing much more muscle and poking out like two basketballs had been shoved in your pants. Your chest also begins to expand, with two breasts growing out of you. They’re about the size of apples.

You begin to panic and run frantically around the chamber. While doing this you end up falling over. The gas does not hold back despite this, continuing to change your features. Your eyes change to a beautiful ocean blue and your lips to a bright cardinal red. Your smooth skin begins to pale, becoming almost the color of a hard boiled egg. Your facial structure alters as well going from a strong, rigid shape to a softer, rounder form. You could almost describe this as “more feminine”.

Then the most drastic of alterations occurs. You press one hand on your genitals, as an intense stinging sensation has begun there. As the sensation continues, your genitals begin to shrink. You slip off your pants to try and get a better look and see your penis slowly going inside of your groin. Then you feel it.

What you feel next can only be described as the most mind-bending, drool-inducing, eye-rolling orgasm you have ever felt. Every muscle in your body begins to shake as a stream of vaginal fluid expels from your newly created vulva. As this occurs, you can’t help but violently rub your vagina. The sound of water being flung by your hand sounds almost like mixing macaroni and cheese with a wooden spoon in a pot. This orgasmic release continues for what feels like eons, while in reality it was only about five minutes.

Once everything concludes and the gas lifts, you struggle to stand. Once you do, you are able to admire your new body in your reflection. Your smooth skin, supple breasts, billowing mane of hair and adorable red lips make you feel like queen of the world. You could seduce any man with these features.

Mr. Czajkowski comes back onto the microphone.

“H-how do you feel?” he nervously asks.

“Like, I feel totally super fabulous!” you exclaim. “When can I go again?”

(If you ever want to see more of these, please let me know! I love getting feedback.)