Change Me App - BIRTHDAY GIFT - Swimsuit TF
Tags: Inanimate, Clothing TF, Swimsuit, Unaware, Permanent, Object TF, Caption, Bikini
DescriptionIf you want to make a suggestion or have an unique idea? Join the Discord Server. Maybe there is a giveaway so don't miss it! Psss the uncensored versions are there as well!Change Me App - BIRTHDAY GIFT - Swimsuit TFI stared at the last of the party debris scattered across my apartment f…
I stared at the last of the party debris scattered across my apartment floor. Plastic cups, crumpled napkins and a deflated balloon that had somehow ended up behind the couch. My first birthday in my own place, and it had been pretty damn good. Friends came and family texted. Someone brought a cake that was way too sweet but I ate three slices anyway. Now everyone was gone. Tomorrow meant work, meant responsibility, meant being an adult again instead of a birthday boy getting sung to by drunk friends. The knock at my door came just as I was stuffing trash into a garbage bag. My neighbor Hilda from down the hall stood in the doorway with that smile she always wore. The one that made her look like she knew something you did not. Black hair cut short, red eyes that seemed to gleam in certain lights. She was pretty in an intimidating way. "How was your day? Happy birthday, by the way." Before I could answer properly, she pushed past me into the apartment. "I got my hands on something incredible." She held up her phone like it was a holy artifact. "A real transformation app." I laughed. Could not help it. Transformation was my secret thing, my weird kink that I kept hidden from basically everyone. Hilda was the only person who knew because she had the same interest. We had bonded over it during one of her visits, admitting our shared fascination with people becoming objects, becoming other things. "Those are from stories," I said. "They're not real." Her grin widened. "Look." She turned the phone toward me. My name was on the screen: Andrew Mitchell, Age: twenty-three, Birthday: March nineteenth. All my information laid out in clean white text against a dark interface. There were three tabs at the bottom. Editor, Tags and Bio. "How did you..." The words died in my throat. 'This was creepy. This was VERY creepy.' Hilda giggled, her fingers dancing across the screen. "We need to get you into the right gender before I can turn you into the right thing." "Wait, what do you mean right..." She tapped something and heat flooded my body. It started in my chest, a burning warmth that spread outward like someone had lit a fire in my ribcage. My perspective shifted. The room grew larger... no... not larger. I was getting SMALLER. 'What the fuck what the FUCK~' My chest swelled. I felt flesh pushing outward from behind my nipples, soft tissue building up rapidly, growing heavier with each passing second. Actual breasts were forming on my chest, stretching my shirt, bouncing slightly with my panicked breathing. 'I'm growing TITS! She's giving me TITS!' My hair moved on its own. The short curly mess I had always kept manageable began to lengthen, strands cascading down past my ears, my shoulders, tickling the small of my back. The color stayed the same, but the texture changed, becoming silkier and more feminine. My jeans suddenly felt loose. They slid down my narrowing hips and pooled around my ankles. My boxers followed, the elastic no longer gripping a waist that had shrunk by several inches. 'No no no no...' My ass inflated. I could feel it happening, the flesh of my buttocks expanding, rounding out, becoming the kind of curve I had always admired on women. Each cheek grew heavy and full, jiggling when I shifted my weight. Then my cock started to change. "Ahhhhhhhhn~" The moan escaped before I could stop it. My dick was PULSING, throbbing with a sensation that was equal parts pleasure and wrongness. I looked down and watched it shrink. Six inches, four, two until it was just a nub. Then nothing but a slit, pink and wet and already throbbing with unfamiliar heat. 'I have a pussy. I have an actual PUSSY!?' My balls had retracted. Disappeared entirely. In their place, I could feel new internal organs settling into position. The complete reproductive system of a woman, installed in seconds. I stood naked in my living room, transformed completely. Breasts heaving with panicked breath. Wide hips. Round ass. A pussy that dripped with arousal despite my terror. Hilda watched with hungry red eyes. "Perfect." "What the FUCK did you do to me?!" My voice came out wrong. It was higher and softer. The voice of a woman in her early twenties, not the man I had been thirty seconds ago. Hilda laughed, genuine delight coloring her tone. "It really works! Is this not AMAZING?" I wanted to argue. Wanted to scream. But I could not deny the evidence of my own transformed body. My hands flew to my new breasts, cupping them, feeling their weight, their warmth, the way my nipples hardened at my own touch. 'This is real. This is actually REAL!' "You know the best part, Andrew?" She paused, smirking. "Or should I call you Andrea now?" "What?" "The app rewrites reality. Only the person using it and the person transformed remember the original. To everyone else in the world, you were always a girl. Always Andrea. Your friends at the party tonight? They remember celebrating with their female friend. Your family? Same thing. Only you and I know you used
