TG request one

Marvin Murrel stepped into the club, looking for something to do. He was bored of studying for college, so went out looking for pretty much anything. Marvin was a tall man of 19, with deep, black hair that was cut short. He was rather tall, at six foot one, and thin enough, at only about 150 lbs. He was dressed in khaki pants, and a dark blue sweater that fit loosely at best. His shoes were simply white flip-flops, as he was not exactly in a caring mode about his appearance. He was rather pale, as well, but living a college life did that to most people, if they didn't do much else. Marvin didn't do much else, as this little outing was the first one in weeks.

At the drink bar sat a blond girl, seemingly crying. It was unclear, even to Marvin, whether he was being kind and sympathetic, or trying to use the girl, but the result was obvious enough, as he went to sit next to her, and asked softly, "Something wrong there?" in a rather sympathetic, kind tone.

The girl looked up. She was quite beautiful. Wavy golden blond hair draped perfectly over a perfect face, distorted by tears. Below that, she wore a necklace with a pink pendant on it, and a yellow jacket covering a multi-colored shirt that almost showed cleavage, but not quite. On her right wrist sat a purple bracelet. Below that, her legs were completely covered by tight white pants, and her feet were covered by colorful heels, which framed beautiful feet. She was quite attractive, actually. She said in a nice, soft voice, sadness permeating through it, "I lost someone recently…" she said, before turning away.

Marvin reached his hand over, and placed it on her shoulder. "Who was this person? What happened? Talking about it helps, trust me, I know." In reality, Marvin had taken an intro to psychology, and had no real idea, but with typical college student arrogance, he thought he did.

"She was a good friend of mine. She got hit by a bus just a few hours ago." The girl stopped, breaking into tears, as Marvin wrapped an arm around her, whispering reassuring words into her ear.

"Is there anything I can do to help? I cannot stand someone being so sad so close to me." Marvin said, still hugging her, and doing his best to reassure her. "I should get to know you better, I am Marvin, what is your name?" He changed the subject, hoping it would help.

"Selena." The girl said, still sobbing a bit. "Would…" She stopped, as if hesitant to continue. But Selena had a feeling, and decided on a whim to follow it, "Would you come to my apartment? I live alone now, so it would be private…" She said, knowing what the man in front of her would assume. Selena meant little by it, but she had that feeling, and her willpower was not exactly at its highest at this moment.

"Of course I will." Marvin said, smiling widely. He had an idea what she meant, and it was, at least in his mind, a side benefit of trying to help the girl. Of course, he assumed incorrectly, and this was likely the outcome he had been aiming for the whole time, but he did well at deluding himself into a good Samaritan outlook.

Selena stood up, and walked out the door of the bar, obviously intending that Marvin follow, which he did. She flagged down a cab, and the ride to her apartment was silent as shadows, and when Marvin tried to pay, Selena stopped him, and payed herself. She got out of the car, again in silence, and led Marvin to her apartment, where they both entered, and Selena made her way to the couch, where Marvin sat next to her, his arm around her.

Marvin felt something funny as he entered the apartment. Like a chill, that made his arm hairs stand on end. He passed it off as simple anticipation, which his penis seemed to take note of, as it began to stir in his pants. As he sat down, a slight tightness began to form at his feet, but he didn't look. That would ruin the mood.

While Selena sobbed, the tightness around his feet increased. It was like someone was shoving shoes six sizes too small on his feet. Marvin had large feet, compared to normal, and it felt like someone was trying to shove shoes sized for someone with small feet on his feet, very slowly.

Minutes passed, and the discomfort caused by the tightness turned to pain, and he gasped in pain, looking down. In the place of his flip flops, were black boots. Laces ran all the way up his ankle, and the shoes seemed to actively grow as he watched. "WHAT THE FUCK!!!" He yelled at Selena, who crawled away rapidly.

Marvin tried to stand, but the shoes shrunk further, and twin cracks of sound rang out, and his feet literally broke under the strain of the small boots. "What the hell did you do to me? Ahhhhhh!" Marvin cried, collapsing to the ground, in too much pain to stand, or even try to get to Selena, who was watching from the corner, fear and awe in her eyes. She recognized the boots as Jennifer's boots. The ones she had worn before getting hit by the bus…

It seemed to quicken immediately, the khaki pants changing to a light gray, and the ends neatly tucking themselves into the boots. The pants were obviously too tight, however, because Marvin continued crying out, although his screams included pain in his legs as well.

"Oh my god! No no no!!!" He cried, as his underwear converted to panties, although this was unseen. His erection was so compressed it hurt, the pain blocking out everything else, as Marvin writhed on the ground, clawing at the pants, although as tight as they were, they were not coming off.

As if my magic, a belt looped around the now gray jeans, further thwarting Marvin's attempts to get the pants off. His sweater seemed to separate into two different shifts beneath his fingers. Desperately, he tried to pull them off, before they tightened like the other new clothing. The outer shirt dissolved in the middle, splitting into a jacket, with the blue darkening to a maroon, while the inside lost color rapidly, becoming a dark gray, and becoming thin as paper.

"You bitch!!!  What did you do to me?" Selena sat in the corner, shaking her head in fear, and awe. She was silent, however, as Jennifer's clothing continued to appear on Marvin.

The undershirt split at the top, forming a rather deep V cut, allowing his rather hairy chest to show through. A tight black bra formed around his as well, as chokers appeared on his neck, getting very close to cutting off his breathing. Lastly, something appeared on his face, something odd… and unfamiliar, but he knew it was makeup.

An odd sensation began on his right hand. It was practically the same as the chill Marvin had felt when he had entered the room. His hand tingled, and Marvin brought it to his face, and horror crept over it. The hand was softer, feminine, and not his at all. He brought his other hand around, and pulled his sleeve up, revealing a hairless arm, that seemed to spread further. By the time he reached it, his shoulder began shrinking in, and it became very obvious his masculinity was fast fading.

"Please stop this." Marvin begged, his eyes pleading to Selena, who was still in shock, as she had no explanation for this, and couldn't stop it if she wanted to. Except she didn't want to. She wanted Jennifer back.

Marvin felt a tickle on his chest, and when he looked down, the shirt gave him an excellent view of his receding chest hair. Suddenly, something began to fill the bra that sat loosely on his chest. "No! Please God NOOOO!!!" He screamed, pushing down the budding breast, although this act brought on a thin feeling of pleasure. The breasts kept expanding, ignoring Marvin's stubborn attempts to stop them.

After stopping somewhere in the region of a C-cup, at least by his uninformed estimations, his skin continued to change, a slight tan appearing, as his left arm rapidly changed to match his right. After that, the changes moved upwards, thinning his neck, and forcing his Adam's Apple away. "Oh god! Why me?" He cried, his voice a perfect match for Jennifer's as his hair grew out longer, and longer, stopping next to his new breasts. It lightened to a dark brown, but nothing next to his old black hair.

Then the changes continued downward. His hands reached down his pants, hoping to preserve the last thing that kept him male. However, by the time his hands reached through the troublesome tight pants and worked their way into the panties, it was gone. A narrow slit that tingled at the touch was all that remained.

The pain in his, or rather her, feet was gone moments later, as her feet reshaped themselves to the perfect size for these boots. She stood up, and looked to Selena with fear in her eyes. "I am that friend… The one hit by the bus. That is me." He said, aware of that fact, as something foreign invaded his mind.

"Selena, this is Jennifer, what are you doing in the corner? You look scared? What happened?" She said, suddenly changing tone completely. Marvin seemed gone.

"I am fine! I am so glad you are here." Selena ran over and planted a kiss on Jennifer's lips, a large grin on her face. Well, it seems Jennifer is at least a lesbian, so I won't have to deal with men. Marvin thought, formulating a futile plan to get himself back.

"Selena, I know you like that, but you know I am straight!" Jennifer said, disengaging from the kiss. "Besides, don't I get a little privacy tonight? My boyfriend is coming over, and you know what that means." Jennifer said, a sly smile on her face. Oh God no! No! Not a boyfriend! No, I don't want it like that! I am not gay! I am straight! Marvin thought, struggling for control, which wasn't happening. Of course, I am hardly male anymore, so if I am straight, I suppose I can enjoy myself with men now… He thought a moment later, before catching himself. Noo! I cannot lose myself! I am straight! I like me- WOMEN!!! I LIKE MEN!!! Oh god! I cannot think straight! What happened to me?