I turned into my GF! - TG
Tags: Inanimate, Mental TF, Permanent, Caption, Breast expansion, Forced, Gender bend, Feminization, MTF
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The second version has the amazing art from the artist よむ I turned into my GF! - TG "I can't deal with you anymore, Mike!" Yuki screamed, her gray hair falling loose from its usual neat style. She stood in her apartment bedroom wearing her work outfit - a crisp white button-up shirt, gray skirt, and those sheer black stockings. "Every single time I try to express my feelings, you just shut down or start playing games!" "That's completely unfair!" Mike protested from the doorway. "I listen to everything you say! You're being way too dramatic about this!" "Dramatic?" Yuki's dark eyes flashed dangerously. Her hands trembled. "Yesterday, I told you about my promotion to Senior Project Manager, and you immediately started talking about your stupid gaming tournament! Do you have any idea how that made me feel?" "The tournament was important..." Mike mumbled, but even he knew it sounded pathetic. "I was going to congratulate you later..." "Everything is always about you!" Yuki pulled at her shirt collar in frustration, revealing a glimpse of red lace beneath. "You never understand what it's like being me. The constant pressure at work, being the only woman in management, dealing with creeps on the train, having to work twice as hard to get half the recognition..." "I try to understand!" Mike insisted, running his fingers through his messy brown hair. "But you're not exactly easy to read! You expect me to just know things!" "Know things? I literally spell everything out for you!" Yuki grabbed her designer bag from the bed. "Last week, when I was crying about my presentation, did you even ask why? No! You just told me to 'think positive' and went back to your phone!" "What else was I supposed to say?" "Listen! Just listen!" Yuki's voice cracked. "But you can't. You never could. You live in your own little world where everything is simple and logical, and feelings don't matter!" "Maybe if you were more logical..." "Get out." Yuki pointed to the door, voice trembling. "Just get out. I need space. I can't do this anymore." Mike stormed downstairs to the living room, kicking furniture in frustration. His foot connected with a small side table, sending a brass lamp clattering to the floor. He'd never noticed it before - must be one of Yuki's vintage finds from those antique shops she loved exploring on weekends. When he picked it up, blue smoke poured from the spout, materializing into a mature woman with flowing dark hair decorated with gold ornaments, crimson red eyes that seemed to pierce his soul, and ornate silk robes in deep blues that floated around her curvy form. "One wish," she declared imperiously, her voice carrying centuries of power. "Choose with care, mortal." "One? Seriously? What kind of pathetic genie gives just one wish?" Mike scoffed. "Aren't you supposed to give three?" The genie's eyes narrowed dangerously, the temperature in the room dropping several degrees. "A wish is a wish. Take it or leave it, ungrateful one. My power does not exist for your entertainment." Mike thought of Yuki upstairs, probably crying or texting her friends about what an insensitive jerk he was. Despite their fights, he loved her deeply. Her quiet strength, her grace under pressure, even her stubbornness. The way she hummed while cooking, how she always remembered everyone's birthdays and her dedication to everything she did. He just wished he could understand her world. "Fine. I wish I could truly understand my girlfriend. Really understand her, not just pretend to." The genie's painted lips curved into a knowing smirk that sent chills down his spine. "So be it. Understanding comes at a price. Are you prepared to pay it?" Before Mike could respond, she clapped her hands and vanished in a swirl of smoke, taking the lamp with her. Mike's head exploded with foreign memories. Middle school bullies mocking her accent after moving from Japan. The first time a stranger groped her on the crowded subway when she was just sixteen. The pride of graduating top of her class while working two jobs to support herself. The constant need to prove herself in the male-dominated tech industry. The exhaustion of maintaining a "professional" appearance while male colleagues showed up in hoodies. He stumbled, overwhelmed by strange sensations. His chest felt heavy and sensitive. His hips wider, changing his center of gravity. The faint scent of jasmine body wash filled his nostrils - Yuki's signature scent that she splurged on every month because it reminded her of her grandmother's garden. Looking down, he saw delicate hands with perfectly manicured nails painted a subtle pink - the manicure she'd gotten yesterday during lunch to boost her confidence for the board meeting. His work shirt now stretched across unfamiliar breasts, red lace visible beneath. The stockings that had just been driving him crazy now hugged his own legs, and he suddenly understood why she always bought the expensive ones - they actually stayed up and didn't itch. Mike rus
