[Draft] New Modeling Life (Lightning TG Comm) (Patreon)

Peter laughed with his friends as they watched an anime series together. The three of them had taken time out of their busy schedules, before the work at their respective jobs picked up again.

He couldn’t have these moments with his friends as much as he would like nowadays. After his graduation from college he needed to find a full-time job, and it had been arduous. When he finally got a job, he had devoted his time to it, so that he would be able to get used to the workload. After that, things just happened where they didn’t spend as much time as they used. They all had their own lives, their own responsibilities that kept them busy. 

He looked at his friends, Greg and Mark.

Greg’s dark hair and tanned skin gave him an exotic look. His short black hair and sharp nose. He was dressed in a nice dress shirt and a pair of khaki shorts. His build was everything that he wished he had. Strong limbs, and the lack of a gut.

Mark’s blonde hair was shorter and parted to the right. He had managed to stay surprisingly fit, considering that he had been working a desk job in marketing. His blue eyes were warm, and his face was a little on the gaunt side, but he was still attractive. He wore a long-sleeved shirt and jeans. 

He had to admit that it wasn’t so bad. With his job he had been able to eventually move out of his own place and get a place of his own. It was nice, not having to live under anyone’s rules, and able to do what he wanted when he pleased. His parents had made sure that he would be able to survive on his own and not survive on fast food or ramen packs. 

Mark’s job allowed him to pay his bills and live in a decent apartment, but he had to be frugal. He was still driving that used car that his parents had bought for him during his college years. It still ran well, but with the repairs that had to be made, it put him behind more then he would have liked from time to time. 

He wasn’t quite sure how much money a photographer could make, but he could see that it paid well from his friend’s lifestyle. He was able to afford a nice car and pay the bills for his house, and more then enough cash stashed away in case he needed some for an emergency. 

Greg had offered to let them stay at his place, but the two of them had turned it down. It had been cheaper to live at home with his parents for a little longer.

“So fictional girls that you wish you could have?” Greg asked eagerly. 

“That’s a tough one,” Mark muttered. “There are so many out there that it makes it hard to pick.

“Yeah,” Peter said. He had to really think about it. Just like Mark said, there were so many beautiful girls out there that he would have loved to have been able to date if they were real. Cordelia and Camilla from Fire Emblem, Mitsuru from Persona, and a few of the Final Fantasy girls. His mind settled on girls of that series. He had played a few of them and had found them beautiful. He fondly remembered the first one that he played, Final Fantasy 12 and the girls that were in it. He loved Fran and did find the bunny girl beautiful, along with Ashe.

His mind went to the next entry in the series. There were a good variety of girls that he loved in there, but the one that stood out to the him the most in the game was Lightning. She had a nice body, and her actions, like how far she went for her sister in the game really stood out to him. “I would say Lightning from Final Fantasy 13.”

“Oh, nice one,” Greg said. “I myself like her to, but still not sure if that’s the one I would go with.”

“Well I think that I might go with Rias from High School DxD,” Mark said. 

They continued talking as the next episode began. As they did, Peter felt an itching sensation come over him. His arm started to burn, and he instinctively scratched at it. The moment it passed it flared up in his other arm. He grunted and scratched both of his arms, until it felt like he was digging into his skin. His arms it started crawling up his legs. He growled and started to claw at them too, as if he was trying to tear his skin off.

“Peter, are you okay?” Mark asked.

“Fine, I’m just…so itchy all of a sudden,” Peter said, as he continued to scratch all over himself. He pulled at his sleeve and blinked when he saw his skin. Just as he expected, his skin had red marks from where he was scratching, but the hair that lined his arms was gone. He rolled up the sleeve of his shirt and saw that the hair that lined his body was gone.

He rolled up his pant legs and saw much to his confusion that his once hairy legs were clean, aside from the red marks that he made when he was scratching them. He started to realize that something was wrong. 

“Peter you okay?” Greg asked.

“My body,” Peter muttered. He grabbed the front of his shirt and gasped when he saw that his chest had seemingly lost all the hair that once lined it. He didn’t pay too much attention to his nails but could tell that they were different. They were cleaner and seemed longer. Their new look was perfect with his feminine hands.

He could feel his toes changing and his feet ached as if someone had just stomped on them. His shoes started to feel looser as his feet started to shrink. 

His leg started to feel like they were being hit with a wet fish. His lower legs started to shrink and the flab that he had on the back of them was started to tighten. The tightening traveled up his legs. He checked his legs and just like his arms they were thinner. His thighs started to grow larger, as if extra meat was being added to them. He patted them down and felt far less rippling flesh then what he was used to. He could feel toned sensual thighs hidden underneath his pants.

The world started to look larger to him. He could feel his clothes starting to droop against his frame. He pulled at them and could feel his pants falling and quickly grabbed them. 

“Peter, what’s going on?” Mark asked. He was honestly getting worried with how his friend kept looking over his body as if he was getting a rash. He gasped when he saw his friend’s smaller body.

Peter blinked when he saw brown hair start to enter his vision. He had gotten it cut recently, so it shouldn’t have been that is long. He ran his hand through his hair and was surprised to feel that his hair was shaggier. He grabbed a handful of his hair and moved it in front of his face. He wasn’t sure if it was the light or not, but he could have sworn that it was brightening. He studied it intently and to his horror it was.

“Oh my god,” Peter said as his hair continued to crawl down his neck, until it crawled a little past his shoulders.

“What? Is something wrong, Peter,” Greg asked. His mouth dropped when he saw Peter’s new hair. 

“Why is my hair suddenly pink!” Peter cried. Panic started to well inside him as he wondered what was happening to him.

Peter’s face burned. He groaned as he could feel his jawline being pulled out, and cheek bones rise higher, making his face rounder. His lips felt like they were being bitten, and he wiped them. When they were finished it felt like his face was set in a natural pout. He could feel that they were thicker. His nose started to shrink in his field of vision. 

He reached up and could feel that his nose was really was. His eyes burned as it felt like he had gotten soap in them. He tried to force his eyes open, but his eyes ached, and he shut them again. He removed his thin rectangular glasses and started rubbing them as he tried again multiple times until he could finally keep his eyes open with only a little struggle.

“Your eyes,” Greg said. He pulled out his phone and showed Peter his reflection.

He saw that his eyes had changed from their muddy brown color into a bright blue with green specks through them.  He pulled out his phone and gasped at the sight of his new female face. 

There was something familiar about the eyes and hair. The way that it was styled, and the color of his hair brought someone to the forefront of his mind, but he couldn’t place who. He growled. It was right on the tip of his tongue.

“You…You look like Lightning,” Mark gasped.

Peter blinked. He thought over his features and compared them to hers. The shade and style of her hair and eyes was a perfect match. He felt like hitting himself. The hair should have told him who it was. He couldn’t believe that it took him this long to realize who he was turning into.

He gasped as a sudden pain entered between his legs, as if someone had kicked his crotch as hard as they could with steel toe boots.

“Peter, what’s happening?” Mark said.

Peter couldn’t answer. He could only moan and groan as he could feel his balls shrinking in his hands. He desperately squeezed against his shrinking manhood as they become the size of raisins. He stiffened as he felt one of his balls slither inside of him and felt it continue to change as it crawled up his body. In moments the other ball did the same.

He squealed as his shaft started to shrink. He reached down his pants and desperately tried to grab it, but he had less to grab. Soon, all he felt was a tiny little nub. He tried to grab it, but in the end, he inadvertently pushed it inside of his body. He moaned loudly and trembled.

He could see that the others had a dark blush on their faces and shuffled in place. Not that he could blame them. This had to be the most awkward and confusing them that any of them had seen. 

“I…I just,” Peter started. He couldn’t bring himself to finish the sentence. Even with his hands over his crotch and feeling nothing there he couldn’t put it into words. He didn’t want to say it, but his mind kept telling him repeatedly that he was a girl.

He couldn’t finish as his waist started to move inward. He moaned as he could feel his bones shifted inward. He could feel his organs moving in, almost as if he was a tub of toothpaste. He could feel his stomach fat recede into his body and tighten, almost as if he was wearing a corset. 

His hips started to push outward. This continued. He bit his lip to stay quiet and hoped that his face was flat, but from the way that they were looking at him he doubted it. They finally stopped when his pants had some sense of the tightness that they had before. 

“Peter what happened?”

If it wasn’t for his clothes already falling off it would have been obvious. Peter could her butt start to tingle as if electricity was coursing through her body. She reached down and could feel her boney butt start to grow thicker in her hands. She could feel her but start growing larger.  She scrambled, wondering what she should do. She had no idea how this transformation started and even less of an idea of how to stop it. She squeezed her butt, as her expanding butt’s flesh grew between her fingers and blushed when it was a large heart-shaped buttocks. She stood up and felt her pants start to fall. She grabbed the hem of her pants and struggled to hold them up.

A cold feeling centered on her chest and she paled. She had forgotten what else women had over men. She moaned as her chest started to ache.

“Oh my,” Mark gulped.

Greg was right behind him but couldn’t help but sneak peaks at Peter’s changing body. He kept looking at Peter’s changing. “Peter what’s wrong?”

“My chest,” Peter said. His chest started to feel a little puffier. He felt what could only be his nipples poking his hands as two round orbs began to form in her grasp. Her hands started to be pushed outward as her breasts gained more mass. She moaned in horror and futilely tried to push them down, only to hear her moans turn to those of pleasure as such feelings shot through her being. Her breasts continued to grow until they were an ample D-cup. They stood out like large apples on her chest, a perfect size for grabbing.(Breasts

Peter trembled as the transformation stopped. She stood there, her body feeling foreign to her with how her new breasts moved and the way her butt jiggled. She yelled in shock as her clothes started to shift. Her pants tightened against her frame, especially her legs and butt. She could her pants dig into her pants until they fit snuggly against her frame.

Her loose shirt shrunk against her body as if it was going through multiple washes all at once. The sleeves of her shirt shrank into nothing and the shoulders of her shirt thinned down and formed two small straps. The front of her shirt pulled away and the fabric across her breasts split, forming a hole. It grew larger, exposing some delicious cleavage.

“Ahh!” Peter cried as something suddenly formed around her chest. She pulled the front of her tank top and saw a black bra forming across her breasts. It tightened and she blushed when she saw that it was pushing her new melons up.

“I…I think it’s done,” Peter said slowly. She waited for a moment to see if it really was. After what seemed like three hours to her, but, was only a minute relaxed slightly.  

“That’s…good,” Mark said weakly. He blushed as he looked her over. 

Peter blushed under his gaze. She couldn’t help but feel like that she was getting checked out. It was a new feeling for her. When she was a man, she had been in her own words average at best. She had plain hair, plain eyes, and had a bit of a gut forming.

“Wait, what happened to your glasses?” Mark said.

Peter blinked and looked at where she had tossed her glasses, or at least where they should be and instead a pair of golden sunglasses. Mark picked them and moved closer. She took them and saw that on the glass they said Ralph. She wasn’t an expert, or even really followed fashion, but those times where she needed to look for a new pair of glasses, she had seen them a few times, mainly in the woman’s section. She felt the cold pit in her stomach grow even more as her mind whirled with possibilities of what it could mean.

“None of us brought a white purse, right?” Greg gulped.

“No…Why?” Mark asked.

“Because there’s one on my counter,” Greg answered.

Peter and Mark turned and saw that there was a white one.

The two looked at the new woman, and Peter had a dark feeling that it was hers. She went to it; a faint sense of familiarity came over Peter as she grabbed it. A fleeting sense of rightness came over her that made her want to toss the damn thing away, but she forced herself to open it. She dug through her new purse and pulled out a wallet. She opened it and gasped when she saw her new self’s driver’s license. It had her picture with a stern face, showing her birthday, address, and other information. The thing that stood out the most to her was the name that it had. It said that it belonged to Claire Farron, the same name that Lightning had.  

The newly christened Claire bit her lips. Her stomach started doing twists and turns as more questions started appearing in her head. What was her relationship with her family? Was she still related to them, or did she have a new one? What about the rest of her documents? Were they all the same or were they the same, except for the name on them as well?

Greg’s ringtone filled the room as Claire jumped from her phone also going off in her pocket. She pulled out her phone and was slightly relieved that it was the same at least. That relief faded when she read the text and saw that it was sent to her and Greg. It said, “We’ll have the photoshoot setup. Make sure that your both there by two. We want to have as much natural light as possible and the owner himself will be there as well.” 

The two stared at the message in shock. Greg showed Mark the message whose own eyes widened in shock.

“Am…am I a model?” Claire wondered aloud.

“It…It certainly looks like it,” Greg said. “Crap.”

Claire could only agree with Greg. She didn’t want to go down to the agency. She wanted to stay here and try to figure out what had caused this. There had to be a cause for this. People don’t just suddenly turn into fictional characters.

“Can we call and say that she can’t make it?” Mark said, making Claire’s heart rise in hope. “I mean obviously this takes a little more priority.”

“If it was ahead of time then yes, we could have done that, but this is last minute. There could be repercussions for the both of us,” Greg said, dashing that hope. “I’m not saying that finding out how this happened isn’t important, but it does get us in trouble but my job, and now her’s apparently are important.”

Claire wanted to pull her hair out. If that text was anything to go by then being a model was her job. It was how she made her livelihood. If she got fired, then she didn’t know what she would do. She didn’t know if she had the same certifications, or if she was even a high school graduate. She didn’t want to have to show of her body to make some cash, but with what she didn’t know about herself there was nothing that she could do at the moment. She groaned warily. “Just give me a little bit.”

“Sorry to be that guy, but you have to make a decision,” Greg said. “When it comes to these things, you can’t beat around the bush to much. Especially if your dealing with rich people. They can be just looking for a reason to chew your head off.” 

Claire didn’t answer and felt her heart fall deeper into her being. She wanted to just walk around and think about something else, anything else then the thought of going to a job that she just learned that she had. She sighed. “Let’s go…do it.” 

“Alright then, I’ll get my keys,” Greg said and went off to get his jacket. “See you later, Mark.”

“Let me know how it goes okay,” Mark said. “Maybe after we could hang out or something.”

“Sounds nice,” Claire said. “See you later.”

“Do you want to drive?” Greg asked as he slipped on his dark coat.

“I want to come back here later, so let’s carpool,” Claire said. She didn’t know what she would do if she got in her car, though the thought of just forgetting the whole thing and just driving somewhere was growing more appealing.

She followed Greg to the door. He opened it and shut it behind her. They hopped into his car and started driving down to his work. There was a heavy, uneasy silence in the car.

Claire breathed in and out. To say that she was nervous would be a gross understatement. She was terrified. It was just like when she was going to start a new job for the first time. The only good thing that she could think of was that they weren’t doing this in front of a whole group of people.

“It’s going to be okay,” Greg said. “From the looks of it I’m your photographer. So, I’m going to be there with you every step of the way. I can guide you on what to do.”

The unease that she felt eased a little. At least through all this there would be some sense of familiarity. After all, things were a little easier when you knew someone there. The work might be completely different from the droves of paperwork that she had to fill out, but she had Greg to guide her through it all.

When they arrived, Claire felt like running away. The possibilities of what outfits she would have to wear were filling her mind. She imagined a multitude of casual outfits, frilly dresses, some sexy dresses, bikinis, swimsuits, and fetish outfits. She felt a firm hand grab her shoulder, pulling her out of her panicked thoughts. She turned and saw that it was Greg. He smiled and said. “Remember, I’m going to be with you the moment we start. You’re not going to be alone.”

His words reassured her a little, but still wished that she was anywhere but here. She wanted to be back at his place trying to find what had caused her transformation. 

They entered the hotel, Claire following behind Greg. She breathed in and out through her mouth to calm herself down. She was just going to be taking some pictures, nothing more. It would be just like school photos in her younger years, except this time she didn’t have to show it to her parents. Also, she would be in skimpier outfits then she was used to. She stopped thinking and looked around the room to distract herself.

This was the type of place that she could only dream of entering if she won the lottery. If he had to work for this kind of places, then it made perfect sense how he was able to afford all of the things that he had. She could only imagine what it would be like working with the upper class. Were they as normal ass she heard, or were they more demanding and expected everything just as they want?

The owner was a man that looked to be in his early or mid-forties. He wore a fine pressed suit with grey streaks of hair through his hair.

“Just in time,” the man said.

Claire tuned out Greg’s answer and the rest of their conversation. She still couldn’t believe what she would be doing here. She still had no idea of what she would be wearing exactly and that was probably the worst part. How was she going to be posed, and how much trouble would she be in if she messed up.

“Where do you plan to start?” The owner asked, bring Claire out of her thoughts. 

“We’ll be staying by the pool for now. Since its close to the beach, we can do a few shots by the pool and show of the hotel,” Greg answered. “We can go further down the beach and get some shots by the sea in a little bit.”

Claire frowned as she realized where this going. She looked around for any sign of a bathroom that she would hold herself up in until the day. An average looking brown haired woman come over to them.

“Alright Claire the changing room is this way,” one of the assistant’s said. She grabbed Claire’s arm and started leading her away from the group.

Claire wanted to pull her arm out of the assistant’s hand and run back to Greg but managed to stop herself. She didn’t want to cause a scene. Not only would it get hurt in trouble and they might lose this photoshoot, but Greg might as well because of her. She followed the assistant to room by the beach.

“The clothes for the shoot are in the closet. Pick one of these and put them on. When you’re finished come out by the pool, we have a stand set up there,” the woman said and shut the door behind her.

Claire took a deep breath and opened the closet. Her felt her heart fall into her stomach when she saw what they wanted her to wear: multiple swimsuits. The first was a black bikini with two straps that would rest on both sides of her hips and a string top. The second one was grey and looked like she could simply slide it on and off. The last one was a bright baby blue with triangles for the cups of the top and bottom.

Claire gulped as she started to remove her clothes, taking as long as possible. She didn’t want to put those on as long as she could. When she was naked, she blushed at the sight of her naked body. This was the first time that she had seen what her new body looked like. She stared at the pile of clothes, desperately wanting to put them on and leave this place, but she had a job to do. She couldn’t just up and leave.

Claire stared at the three bikinis, wondering which one she should wear first. The two that garnered her appeal the most were the black and blue ones, for different reasons. The blue one was simply because it was her favorite color, while the black one was because in her mind’s eye it looked like that it would cover a little more skin. She reached out to take the black one but stopped. There was just something telling her not yet, to save that one for last.

She slipped on the bikini bottom and mewled when it rested over her crotch. She grabbed the top and wondered how she was going to slip it on. She had never worn a bra in her life and had never been particularly popular with the ladies. She slipped it over her chest, and when she had finished settling it reached around and tied the top in place with remarkable ease. It had to be another side effect from the changes or something.

Claire turned back to the mirror and her face became a dusty pink that matched her hair. If she had seen her dressed like this in her old form, she would have found this extremely hot. She always had a thing for Lightning and loved Lightning Returns, partially because of all the outfits that you could put her in.

She slowly opened the door and looked around, much to her glee she didn’t see anyone around. She stepped outside and made her way to the pool. She noticed the way that her breasts bounced and the way that her hips swayed. She tried adjusting her stance but found that when she did it felt awkward for her to do so. She found the pool and saw a tent set up. She went over and saw a few members that had to be part of the team adjusting stuff, and Greg working on a camera as he talked to the owner.

“Wow you look great!” Greg said.

Claire blushed from the praise. She had never been told that she was pretty or handsome by anyone before in her old life outside of her family, but they didn’t count. They were practically meant to compliment you.

“Alright now go over there,” Greg said, pointing to a spot without any of the building in the background. “After you do, I want you to crouch and put your hands behind your head.”

Claire moved to where she was told. She took a deep breath and slowly did as she was told, feeling her face heat up. She noticed the way that her breasts rose, making them look larger, and the way that the triangle of her bikini bottom tightened against her pussy. She had no doubt that if she had seen this in a magazine or a video then she would have been turned on by the sight of her.

Greg took a photo and Claire put her hands down and was about to stand up but said. “We aren’t done, got a few more of that to take.”

Claire gulped as she did the pose again. He took several more photos of her and did her best to stay composed. When he finally said they were done Claire sighed in relief. 

“Alright I think that enough of you in that swimsuit. Go put on one of the others,” Greg said. 

“Right,” Claire gulped. She had hoped that she would be done already. She went back to her room and the moment she stepped inside, she let out a breath that she didn’t know that she was holding. She had no idea that this was what a model’s actually like, but it was quickly proofing to be far more demanding then she thought it would be. She couldn’t imagine what was required to maintain this body. 

She looked over the two bikinis and wondered which one she should put on now. She remembered her feelings about the black one and wanted to at least try it on to see why she should hold off but didn’t know if she would get in trouble for taking to long. 

Claire sighed. She grabbed the grey bikini and slipped it on. She set the cups of the bikini top over her voluminous bust and clipped the hooks together. She slipped on the bikini bottom and jumped when she felt it dig into her big booty.  She stepped in front of the mirror and blushed at the sight of herself. The bikini top propped her breasts her showing off her immense cleavage. She turned around and saw that the bikini bottom dug into large butt in a way that made her cheeks look even larger.

When she returned Greg instructed her and told her to pose along the beach. He had her stretch out on the sand, as if she was watching someone. Followed by something similar with her on her side. She continued posing on the sand, worried that she might get some sand in her swimsuit.

“Alright I think that we got enough of you here. Why don’t you take a dip in the pool to get the sand off your bum,” Greg said.

“Thanks,” Claire said, her face blushing. She should have known that he was staring at her ass. 

She went over to the pool and jumped in the deep end. She could feel the sand fall off her body and felt clean. She floated in the pool, holding her breath. She could feel her longer hair move around her body like a snake. She closed her eyes and half expected to wake up as if she was stuck in some long dream, but much to her disappoint she was still stuck in Lightning’s bikini clad body. She swam around the pool doing short laps and small exercises and tricks underwater, like doing loop. When she was finished, she swam to the ladder and started climbing out.

“Wait stop!” Greg ordered, making Claire stop.

“What?” Claire asked.

“I got an idea for a few good photos we can take,” Greg said. He picked up his camera. “Push your butt out a little and throw your chest out. Turn your head to the left.”

Claire did as she was told and imagined how sexy she looked in her head. She had no doubt that if she saw herself in her old body her old body would have been aroused.

“Smile!” Greg said.

Claire smiled, and found that it was easier to do so. She couldn’t explain why. Maybe it was just because she was tired, but she refused to believe that she was actually enjoying this. 

They took more photos of her around the pool, some of her swimming in it, others with her lunging around, or her trying to get out of it. She wondered what they must have looked like. She could imagine them to an extent but wanted to see what those photos actually looked like. 

Clair didn’t know how long they took pictures of her there, but she did like swimming around. Not to mention that it also helped her deal with the heat. After a while, Greg put his camera down.

“Alright that’s enough. There should be one more bikini in your dressing room,” Greg said.

“Yup. So, for the next shots are they going to be around here?” Claire asked. She was honestly more tired than she thought that she would be. The dive that she had in the pool had been so liberating.

“We have another spot being set up further down. “We’ll wait here for you and then when you’re ready we’ll go.”

“Got it,” Claire said and went back to her dressing room and sat on the bed. So far, this whole thing was going better then she had expected. She felt like she hadn’t done too much, and still didn’t like the fact that she was basically showing off the goods. She calmed down and told herself that she was doing great. She hadn’t gotten in trouble, but 

After a minute got up and changed into the black bikini. This one didn’t hug her body as tight as blue or grey one, but still snuggly hugged her figure. She stepped out of the room and went back to the pool. She saw Greg and a few of the workers breaking down their equipment. When they were finished, they went down to the beach. Claire was surprised to see large white tents and not too far away was a small spot roped off with a large white umbrella with an orange and white towel, away from everyone else. In the background she could see a wooden dock.

“Is that spot for me?” Claire asked.

“That’s your spot,” Greg said.

“Oh,” Claire blushed. She should have known that spot was her.

“Alright go lay down and then I’ll tell you what to do.”

Claire went to the spot and laid down her back. The female assistant placed a set of black sunglasses down and a small brown compact purse.

“Alright now lean up a little,” Greg said. “I want you to grab the glasses about even with the bikini bottom’s straps.”

Claire grabbed them and placed them by her hips. She wasn’t sure how this one was going to look for now, but it seemed like this one would be on the cover.

“Oh, right someone get the heels,” Greg ordered.

Claire took them and slipped them on her feet. She wiggled her toes and was surprised by how familiar they felt. It felt like she was wearing sandals.

This continued for a while. They would bring stuff out and take things away from her for photos. They had her go down to the beach and pose in the water. The sun rose higher in the sky and she was more grateful for being in the water. She could feel the heat bearing down on her body, and if it wasn’t for being in the water she would have been sweating.

Soon the pictures had come to an end. Most of the crew were busy breaking down the tents that they had set up but kept a few up that had a refreshments stand, and food stand set up. She was drinking a cup of water and finishing a sandwich. She focused on her food and tried to ignore the way the water went down her new body and how her bikini held her. 

“So how was your first day?” Greg asked softly.

“It was all right. It was different from what I was expecting,” Claire sighed. She had thought that it would be a few quick photos and then they would be done for the day.

“Well until we have a better idea of the situation, you’re going to have to get used to it,” Greg sighed. “We have another photoshoot in a few days.”

“Great,” Claire said sarcastically. “At least that give same sometime to figure out what my life is like now. I definitely need a few days to get that sorted.”

“Can I change back into my old clothes now?” Claire asked. She had to admit that she was more comfortable wearing a bikini then she thought she would be, but would rather wear the clothes that she arrived in.

“Yeah we’re done here,” Greg answered. “We can head back to the hotel.”

“Great,” Claire sighed tiredly. “Right now, all I wasn’t to do is put on my old clothes and then go crawl into my room, put on my comfy clothes and watch anything.”

“I wouldn’t mind joining you for whatever you decide to marathon,” Greg chuckled.

“I’ll let you know when I figure it out,” Claire said. She thought over what she had to do. She still needed to go back to Greg’s and see if she could find out what had caused this. 

The two continued to talk as they had their snack. When they were finished with their snack, the two walked back to the hotel. As they did, she couldn’t help but notice how the men were eyeing her up. She could practically feel their eyes on her the way her hips moved, her butt, and the way her breasts bounced. It made her feel slightly ill.

Claire sighed. She was going to have to get used to being eye candy now was she. She gulped as she realized that this was only a taste of what her life was going to be like now. She was a model and showed off her body wearing clothes like this, and would no doubt be wearing more like it in the future. There had to be hundreds, if not thousands of men who wanted her, and see her in even more perverse attire.

She stopped. It had hit her earlier, but now it was hitting her again in her full force. What was she going to have to deal with? Who could she count on?

The only two people that she knew could rely on were Greg and Mark. Both were there for her transformation and knew the truth. They were the only ones that she could talk to about who she was and what it was like for her now. She wanted, no she needed to find something from her old life to cling to.

“Hey, it’s going to be okay, I’m going to be right here for you,” Greg said softly. “And its not just going to be me, but also Mark.”

The words bounced in Claire’s head like a tennis ball that was being used in a championship tennis match. The pit eased slightly. She needed to hear those words. She really needed to know that she had something from her old life that was going to remain the same.

Claire held back a sigh as she adjusted how she laid down on the bed. Right now, she was wearing a black bra and panties along with a garter belt that was attached to black stockings and black heels.

As Greg took another picture of her she couldn’t help but think over how long it has been since her transformation and how her life has changed since then. It had been two months since her transformation into a real-life version of Lightning.

It had taken her a while to get used to her new sudden job, but she had been able find a new balance for it. She had received jobs for doing pictures that could only be called risqué at best. She had turned down those offers immediately. The biggest thing that she wanted to do was keep her values. She had been offered quite a few jobs that offered her a lot of cash if she were to do some nudes, and more…provocative work, but had turned them down relentlessly. She wasn’t a genius and still learning things about the modeling field, but she knew that if those had gotten out it would be horrible for her career.

One thing that she was happy to learn was that she was still a high school graduate. It was a small thing all things considered, but it was still something that she didn’t have to do. She had found a diary on her computer and had looked it over to see what she could learn about her new life.

She had never really investigated what was required to be a model, since she had no interest. From what she had learned there wasn’t any real schooling required. She had read about her new life’s journey and how she had to work herself to the bone until she could get a spot at an agency.

Another thing that she had to get used was having a far more active lifestyle. In order to stay in shape so she could keep doing her job she had to work out regularly and be much more watchful of what she ate. She had to deal with her manager getting frustrated with her at first for ‘falling back into bad habits’ but she had managed to stop herself from doing so. It was hard learning all of these new rules that she needed if she wanted to stay at the agency, but with enough time and repetition she was able to follow them.

Reading about how much harder it was for her to get noticed and make a good income without the agency had made her decide to work as much as she could to ensure her job’s security.

As she adjusted herself, she couldn’t help, but think over her friendship with Mark and Greg. In her off time when she wasn’t having to follow her new schedule, she regularly started to hang out with them. Her relationship with Mark was roughly the same. After her transformation he spent a little more time with her, and they regularly talked about what was going on in their lives and their hobbies. He still treated her like one of the guys, though he was a bit more mindful of what he did.

If she was honest with herself, her relationship with Greg seemed to be changing more. For a while now, she was beginning to feel strange around him. She felt her heart pound in her chest when she was around him. She was a little more mindful of what she was doing. She had a feeling that she knew what it was, but she didn’t want to admit it.

Over the last few months she had worked with other models for special projects and had seen them in a variety of sexy outfits. She had seen them in beautiful dresses, sexy bikinis, and more, but she didn’t really feel any attraction to them. She had been on the same set as some handsome muscular men and would feel herself get flustered. Just like when a beautiful girl that she had liked would talk to her in her old one. Her eyes would wander over their muscles. She would notice the way that they bulged and would be far larger than the ones that her old body had.

She had caught herself unconsciously licking her lips. Sometimes those thoughts would wander over to Greg and she would wonder what his muscles felt like. He wasn’t as muscular as those models, but he was certainly built nicely with visible muscles and a six-pack.

“That’s enough for now,” Greg said. “Take a break.”

Claire relaxed and went over to the snack stand and grabbed an apple slice and a cup of water. She saw Greg coming over to her but paid him little mind.

“Can we talk for a moment?” Greg said. 

“Sure,” Claire said. She had long since grown used to wearing this outfit and now didn’t mind talking to anyone in such attire. 

“So, you know that the office having a party to celebrate the recent deal that we got that would allow us to open another agency, and I was wondering if you thought about going.” 

“I haven’t put any real thought into it,” Claire said. In truth, she had no real plans on going. While she was happy with the success that they have gained, she didn’t want to spend some time at a party, when she could do whatever she wanted at home. 

“Oh well I was kinda hoping that we could go together.”

Claire blinked. Was he asking her out? No, he couldn’t mean that. He had to mean as just two friends going somewhere, or something else. He couldn’t mean as a date. 

“Alright,” Claire said. She would let him take the lead and figure out what he meant, and then go from there. 

“Great I’ll pick you up at your place at six. That sound good?” 

“Sure,” Claire said. She wouldn’t mind saving some gas and she didn’t have to worry about cooking for herself tonight.

Now she had to go through her closet and find a good dress to wear, and find a matching set of shoes, and some jewelry.  

Claire watched the people in the office talking to one another. She felt awkward being here, despite wearing the right attire. She had never really gone to any of her proms or big special events back when she was a man. They just didn’t feel right to her.

After they arrived, Greg had been dragged into a conversation with the boss. He had told her that she should go out and try to have some fun. She had walked around, but with how people were eagerly talking to each other she decided that she would stay by the refreshments table. 

She wore a long red dress that went down to just above her ankles. It dipped at the front, exposing a little of her cleavage. She wore long black opera gloves that covered her hands and went up to her biceps. She wore nylon stockings and red heels on her feet. She wore a silver necklace around her neck that rested above her breasts.  

She played with the hem of her dress and she listened to the people talk to another. She had gone to a few office parties back when she was a man, but these were higher class. The way that the people moved, talked, the food being served told her that this was a different world. She felt like she was in a different world. 

The young model saw Greg through the crowd and couldn’t deny how dashing he looked. He looked like a dark prince from a story with how the suit hugged his figure. The way he combed his hair to the side and the eager smile made him look ravishing. 

“Hey, are you enjoying yourself?” Greg asked. 

“Not really,” Claire said. “The food and drinks are good, but everyone’s a bit more occupied with each other, and I don’t feel like just inserting myself into the conversation.” 

“Can agree to that. You look nice.”

“Says the one that people are greeting and spending a few minutes talking to at a time,” Claire said. She could feel her heart pounding a little faster in her chest. “And thanks.”

She wasn’t sure what she should say, or if she even should. 

They stood awkwardly next to each other. The fact that they weren’t quite sure what they were for this party didn’t help. 

“When you asked me to come what did you mean?” Claire asked. “Did you mean as a friend, or did you mean as something else. 

Greg was quiet. He scratched his arm and sighed. He looked like he was trying to organize his words, as if he had been put on the spot at a special meeting. 

Claire watched him, wondering what he was thinking and why he was hesitating. He knew what he meant when he asked him. He should have answered it immediately. She berated herself in her head. This was an awkward question. 

“I was hoping that it would be as…something more but didn’t want to presume. So…I left it up for you to think,” Greg answered. 

Claire blushed. She could understand why he hesitated. If he meant it like that then he would have wanted to avoid any awkwardness as well. If things had been reversed, he would have probably left it up for interpretation, especially if he wanted something more.

“Claire…would it be okay if…if we…. if we kissed?” Greg asked.

“…Sure,” Claire answered. She couldn’t believe that she just said that. She had wanted to try and go for something more with Greg, but a kiss was a little sudden. 

He slowly leaned down, as if she was made of glass. She leaned forward and their lips touched. 

It was as if fire had gone off between them. She had kissed a few girls in his life time, but the reaction that he got from them was nothing like this. She focused on the feeling of his lips against her own. It was strange. She had thought it would be different, but it didn’t. If she closed her eyes she could imagine anyone that she wanted. 

It was as if a damn had been broken. When they pulled away they stare at each other. In that moment, they understood each other perfectly. They didn’t need to say anything. They both wanted the same thing. 

“Want to leave?” Greg asked. 

"Yes,” Claire said immediately. 

They both made their way to the exit. They hopped back into his car, peeling out of the driveway eagerly. The drive back to her place was filled with an eager energy. 

Claire’s body was warm, especially between her legs. She touched his arm and admired the hard muscles. She wanted to taste him again. She wanted to have their lips locked together and for them to go to new places. 

The moment they arrived at his place and unlocked the door. Claire threw herself at him and started to furiously make out with him. Greg returned her kissing with just as much eager. He lifted her off the ground and led her to the bedroom. He placed her down and crawled on top of her. He slowly pulled the top of her dress, exposing her scarlet bra.

Claire gulped. She felt nervous, but she was eager. This was the first time that she would have sex. She wasn’t sure what to expect. She had learned about what it would be like for a guy when they had sex but had no idea what it would be like on this side things.

Greg continued to pull of the rest of her dress, exposing her matching panties. His face softened and cupped her cheek. She stared into his eyes. She felt her body relax and found it easier to breathe.

“It’s okay, we’ll take it slow, and I’ll be as gentle as I can be,” Greg said softly.

Claire stared into his eyes. She knew that Greg wouldn’t do anything to hurt her. She nodded her head. She kissed him on the lips and wrapped her arms around his body. Her hands sunk lower and unbuttoned his pants. She grabbed the hem of his pants and underwear and pulled them off. 

She watched his tool rise and couldn’t help but lick her lips. She didn’t know what happened next, all she knew was that she was pawing at his body, removing his clothes as he removed her’s.

When Claire woke up in the morning, the first thing that she noticed was the muscular arm wrapped around her body. She could feel something in her ass. She looked over her shoulder and saw that it was Greg. She bounced up and down and blushed when she heard Greg moan. She turned her head around and saw him sleeping contently. She turned forward and thought over everything that had happened.

Last night had been something else. She could remember every part of their sexual activity last night as if it was happening right now. A dark blush covered her face and she cupped it. She had done so many things that she hadn’t thought that she would do last night until now and had been on the receiving end of some of her own fantasies. She had never thought that she would lose her virginity that way. 

Greg’s body moved and pulled her closer. He could feel his breath tickle her ear. 

“So, do you still want to become an item?” Greg said, with a smile.

She answered with a hard kiss on his lips that he instantly returned.

Claire smirked as she decided that perhaps they could go for another round. This wasn’t how she thought that she would start another relationship, but she couldn’t deny that it certainly did feel good. 

It had been thirteen months since she had moved in with Greg. It had been a stark change at first, but she didn’t mind. She would miss having her own place, but it was nice to share a place with someone else. As the months passed the two had grown even closer and having a weekly date night that led to them having sex more often.  

If she was honest with herself with how often that have been doing it, she was surprised that she hadn’t gotten pregnant. Not that she was complaining about it, not at all. She wasn’t sure which one of them enjoyed it more but knew that they enjoyed their tumbles in the bed immensely. She loved the feeling of him inside her, the way that she felt as he went faster and the way her body felt as it built up.

The sensations from their nightly activities were intoxicating, downright addicting. She loved the way that he made her feel. So much so, that she couldn’t even entertain the thought of changing back into her original body. She doubted that if she was still a man that she would have managed to get with a woman like her. 

Her career had been going well. She was getting featured on the cover of magazines and having more jobs left and right. She actually now had to choose where she was going to be because she had so many options. Especially now since she was starting to go into the acting field. It was a different ball game, but she had no doubt that she would dominate it as well in time.

It had come as a surprise to her and Greg when she was offered a part in a movie. She wasn’t sure what to think at first. She had never thought that she would have even been a professional actor. She had acted out scenes from books and movies, and some of the naughtier ones with Greg in the bedroom.

She had read over the script for an action movie, called Parasite Eve and had to admit that it certainly sounded interesting. The opening alone started out with the main character Aya Brea, an NYPD rookie that was out on a blind date on Christmas Eve. She and her date went to an opera house when suddenly everyone around her suddenly combusted into flames except for her and the lead actress of the play, Melissa Pearce. It followed her as she tried to unravel why she and Melissa had survived and the mystery of what was going on. She had to admit that it certainly would have gotten everyone’s attention. She could already imagine the jokes that people would make about it being a Christmas movie and a family picture.

Still, she had to admit that signing the contract and the non-disclosure agreements were annoyingly tedious. She understood why they were necessary, but it was annoying with how much paperwork she had to sit through with her agent.

She actually had to work out a little more to add some more muscle to her body. She wanted to nail this role and had went down the police station to learn what police training was actually like and how to use a gun. She would be lying if she said that she didn’t have fun shooting and a little rush when she hit her target. When she was learning how to shoot, she would imagine some villains from shows that she watched and that she was the hero of a game. 

She had looked up to see if there was any change if she had an actual degree for being an actor and was a little surprised that there weren’t any major requirements. At best they said that having a bachelor’s degree in theater arts, drama, and performing would help with the technical issues. One of the hardest things that she had to do when she was first starting was learn how to hide her accent and change how she spoke. She decided to try it out and see if the work appealed to her. It was a little different from what she was used to but wasn’t against it.

For the actors that wore the practical effects they had to spend hours getting ready, with just getting the costumes on took some of them a few hours, and that wasn’t including the time needed for applying the makeup on their faces and the rest of their costumes.

It made her glad that her costume was pretty casual. Just a simple pair of jeans and a sleeveless top, along with some jewelry that gave her a bit of a punk vibe. She had no doubt that the reason why she had the sleeveless top was because of a little sex appeal but considering how little she wore as a model this was honestly almost relaxing.

She had to sit and wait a while for make up as well, for applying the dirt, grime and blood as she went out about her journey in the later shots, but that didn’t take to long. She was grateful that she didn’t’ have to wear some extravagant uncomfortable costume on her first try.  

One thing that she had to admit that she found amusing, and a little tiring was to hear just how surprised the cast and the rest of the people were by her attitude. Just because she was a model didn’t mean that she couldn’t act civilized.

As a main character she was in almost every scene and felt like she was being run ragged. She had little doubt that her experience as a model aided her and made her a little more used to the work. It was fun in its own way, especially off the set where they could goof of a little and have fun. It was a little weird seeing a look-alike of herself going out and doing stunts that she would have never had the heart to do.

It was interesting to see how everything came together off the set, like how the stunts were performed how they created the monsters and everything. In a way it was like more complicated photoshoot for her modeling. It would be much longer before she saw the final product, but she was eager to see what it looked like at the end.

When she first shown up and started her day, she wasn’t sure what to expect aside from having to act. It felt just like her photoshoot all over again except this time it was worse. She had read over the script over a dozen times to try and remember it, putting as much time as she could into it, with Greg acting out the other parts. They had fun acting out the date scene that the movie had at the beginning.

Her first day was all right, and the fact that her co-star was getting talked to by the director made her feel better about how she was doing. It told her that she was doing something right. It made her more confident in herself.

Today was the first day off that she had outside of her modeling and this movie, and she was going to use it. Greg had taken the day off and had planned out what they could do, and it had been nothing short of magical. He had made her breakfast in bed, something that she hadn’t expected at all. Afterwards, he had given her a foot rub. They then went out to her favorite restaurant and saw a movie that they had wanted to see.

The two of them were currently walking with their arms entwined. Claire peeked at Greg. She didn’t know what made him do everything that he did today, but she was certainly going to reward him tonight when they got back home. She decided to see where Greg was leading her. He already had made so many plans today and was willing to bet that there was at least one more.

To her surprise, instead of turning down the street to their place, Greg took a left. She chalked it up to another special plan that he had and could only wonder what it would be this time. He led her to a park that had a large fountain; with the way that the lights were set up it made the place stunning. There were only a few people out this late at night and she had to admit that she would have preferred a place filled with more people. You never know with people this late at night, and what they would do.  

“So, what do you have planned here?” Claire giggled. 

“Claire, for a long time I went through my life wondering who I would share it with,” Greg sighed. He got down on one knee and pulled something out of his pocket. “I had plenty of close friends, and family that made me feel better about who I was, but I could never find that special someone.

Claire wondered what he was doing when he got down on one knee and held a small black box. She stared at the small box in his hand. Her mind went to what could be inside and wondered if it was really happening. She gasped when the box opened, revealing a golden ring. She was sure that if everything blew up right now, she wouldn’t notice. 

“Claire, will you marry me?” Greg asked.

Claire could only stare at the ring that was in the box. Tears started running down her face. She exclaimed happily.  

Greg took the ring out of the box and slipped it over her finger. Claire raised it up to the light and stared at it. She felt like if she took her eyes off it, it would vanish. She was so happy that she wasn’t sure if it was a dream or not, and if it was, she didn’t want to wake up. She would wake in bed next to him and that she had dreamed this whole afternoon.

Greg pulled out a matching ring and slipped it on his own as Claire continued to stare and admire her ring. He pulled her close. She looked back up at him and giggled. She placed her hand next to his and stared at the matching rings. She enjoyed how similar they looked.

Oh, they were going to have fun before, but now she was going to rock his world and give him a night that he would never forget.

Claire listened to her friends talk as she took a drink from her water. Her co-star had asked if she was up to going out to eat with some of the cast and she said yes. She had then asked if it would be alright if some of her friends from the modeling agency could come along, noting that some would be able to come.

A few of the models from the modeling agency came. There was a tenseness between the two groups, primarily because of meeting people for the first time. After helping them break the ice, the two groups had opened a little and started talking. The girls from the modeling agency had tried to get the latest scoop on what was going on with the movie, but those from the movie had remained tight-lipped about what was happening and with good reason. Last thing anyone wanted to do was get in trouble with upper management because they accidentally said something, and someone decided to spread it with everyone that they knew.

After that little discussion it moved on to what their days were like and the comparisons that could be made between them. She had to admit that she was a little surprised by how well the two groups got along but chalked it up to having similar pains in their respective fields.

After they had finished eating, one of the model’s had decided to let people that still wanted to hang out come to her house. A few of the members decided to leave afterwards, due to prior engagements or other reasons, but most of them decided to come along. When they arrived at her place, the two groups chatted with just as much vigor as they did at the restaurant.

She had spoken up every once and a while but kept relatively quiet. She had found it fascinating to watch the dynamic between the two groups. The models seemed to be acting almost like students interning and learning more about a career field that they were in. She had told them a little about what the work was like, but since she was still learning about the business and only had the movie that she was working on she had no idea what it was really like.

She felt her phone go off and saw that she had a text from Greg. It said, “Mark just left will have the place cleaned up by the time that you come back.”

She went to the kitchen and grabbed another drink, this time of the alcoholic kind. She rarely drank the stuff but had to admit that she wouldn’t mind a glass of sweet wine from time to time. She figured that a little glass to celebrate how well they were getting along was. Though she would have to see if that really was the case when the others were out of earshot. That was when they really learned the truth about someone and whether they liked someone or not.

Claire felt her phone go off in her pants again. She pulled it out and saw that it was Mark calling her.

“Hey Mark, how are you doing?” Claire asked. They had met the other day during lunch. They had planned to meet up again to share a meal next week or the week after. It had become a bit of a routine for them to meet up and have lunch; sometimes they would have it together and at others Greg would come along.

“Claire, we need to talk,” Mark said seriously. 

“We’re talking now aren’t we?” Claire giggled.

“Claire, we need to meet up. It’s really important. You’re not going to believe me if we talk about this over the phone. We have to meet up.”

“Did something happen?” Claire asked. Something was wrong. It was the way that he talked. It was quick, panicked, almost as if he had just had a car crash or saw someone get mugged.

“I found something. Something big. I almost didn’t believe it at first, but the more I thought about the more sense it made.”

“Should I call Greg?” Claire asked. If it really was as big as he was saying, then it would be best if they all got together for it.

“Don’t tell Greg,” Mark interrupted.

Claire blinked at his answer. “I think I must have misheard you. Thought you said not to tell Greg?”

“I did say that, and I mean it Claire. If he calls, wondering where you are, make something up, but above all else, do not let him know.”

The call ended and she stared at her phone. She waited to see if he was going to call her again and tell her that he was playing a joke. She stood there watching the minutes tick by until a knock at her door made her jump.

She left the kitchen. She saw the person who knocked and wiped her face of any of the concern. She went back to the living room and tried to act casual. She went through the rest of the party wondering what had Mark so riled up. Her thoughts went from the possibility of him gaining a deadly disease or having to move somewhere but felt those didn’t fit. If they did, he would have wanted Greg there so he wouldn’t have to repeat himself.

Eventually she decided that it would be best just to go see him and ask what was bothering him. She grabbed her things and jumped into her car.

As she drove to Mark’s abode, Claire frowned at the traffic, feeling cold. She could only wonder what Greg had to do with this. There was no way that he would cheat on her. He was absolutely crazy about her. He had been looking at women far less. The only time that he really did was when he had to because of his work. She had seen a few women flirt with him, but he hadn’t acted on them at all. He had even told them that he wasn’t interested.

She tapped her fingers against the steering wheel. She looked at her phone and kept expecting to hear it go off. She felt like she was going to receive a call from her lover.

The moment that she first saw it she felt nervous, like she was going to a party where she didn’t know anyone, except one person there. She rang the doorbell and waited for him to open the door.

His door opened and his mouth dropped before quickly closing. The expression on Mark’s face made her worry. He looked jumpy as if he was waiting to suddenly get jumped.

“Claire, get in,” Mark said and moved to the side.

She entered and watched as he looked around outside, as if to make sure that she wasn’t being followed. He shut the door and locked it. He led her to the dining room and sat down.

“You didn’t tell Greg that we were meeting up, did you?” Mark started.

“No, I didn’t. Greg what is going on? Your acting as if you’re in trouble with the law,” Claire said. She was starting to get really worried. She wondered what could have spooked him so much and why he would want to keep Greg out of the loop.

“While I was over at your place, I went looking through the library to find something to read. And I pulled out a random book, a bible and noticed that there was something sticking out between the pages.” He grabbed one of the papers one the table and said. “This was inside it. I found it odd and continued reading it. I didn’t want to believe it at first, but we never did figure out what had caused your transformation. Well, until now at least.”

Claire looked at him and then slowly took the paper. With the way that he was taking it almost sounded as if he meant Greg was the reason, or at the very least the one who caused. He couldn’t be serious. She felt anger course through her being and looked at him angrily.

Claire breathed through her nose and calmed down. Mark was her friend and did have her best interests at heart. If he did have something malicious in mind, he would have done it far sooner than now. She slowly opened the paper and looked it over. The words on the paper made her feel colder as she read sentence after sentence.

Her mind flashed to that day from so long ago. She remembered it all so clearly. The feeling of her body being molded into a new form. The confusion about the whole thing as it happened. If Greg did plan this out and with this artifact it talked about caused the transformation, then it made it made sense. It made a frightening amount of sense.

Why did it have to be her? It could have just as easily been Mark. It made her feel horrible, but there was this tiny sinister part of her consciousness that wished that it had been.  

In all this time she still wondered what had caused her transformation. She didn’t do it as much as she used to, but they were far between. There had to be something that caused the transformation. Now she knew what had caused it.

She let go of the paper and cupped her face to hide the tears. She didn’t want to believe it.  She wanted to deny it. After her transformation she had to admit that she started believing magic was real. She had wondered what other magical items were real and tried to see if she could find them, but she had only found websites that talked about them, and some famous historical items that represented magic. It had been another dead end.  

“Do you know where the artifact is?” Claire asked. She wasn’t sure what she would do if she actually found it. She couldn’t imagine changing back. She had gotten so used to her new life that she wasn’t sure what she would do if she did.

“No, he probably hid that somewhere else,” Mark said quietly.

Claire tried to think where Greg could have hidden it. It would have to be a place that she wouldn’t question. For all she knew, it could have been hidden in right in front of her, as if he was showing it off without even saying a thing. She wondered if he would really do that, or if he would do something else like rent a security box or something that she didn’t know about and hide it there.

Her mind thought over her relationship with Greg and wondered just how much she really knew about him. They had been friends for years, and she might have known about his past, but the thoughts that he had and what he did to get his way. She wondered how much he was actually alright with in their conversations or if he was actually angered inside.

She wondered just how much he had changed her to suit his desires, and could he change her some more. Did he make her more agreeable as time passed, or was that her own accord? If he could change her some more then could he make it so that she could change her so much that she would agree with whatever he said, no matter what it was. The only thing that she was sure that he had changed was her sexuality. Before she never would have slept with a man. She wasn’t sure if her increased sexual activities with him, were of her own accord, or if it was because of him.

The thought of all her sexual adventures with him made her heave. She could feel her stomach twist and turn as if she was about to give a speech in nothing at all. She ran to the bathroom and threw open the toilet. She remembered all the feelings that she had then of satisfaction, completeness, and love. Now those memories were tainted by the truth.

Mark rubbed her back and she flinched, imagining that it was actually Greg that touched her. He quickly pulled his hand and stood at the side.

When she finally stopped retching, she lethargically turned and looked at him. She wanted to apologize to him, but she couldn’t bring herself to actually say the words. She knew that he didn’t play any part in her transformation, but she could still only feel angry and tired about all of this.

“Are you feeling better?” Mark asked.

“I just found out that my fiancé was the one who turned me into a woman and has been playing the long game,” Claire said bitterly. “I feel like shit.”

“Right stupid question,” Mark sighed.

There was an uneasy silence that filled the void. Neither of them was sure what they could say to make things better.

Claire frowned. Memories of the good time that she had came back to her and felt ill. She wanted to slam her head against the toilet. As the memories continued, she felt a fire form in her stomach. It pierced through the sickness that her mind had. Desire built up within in, a question that she wanted, no needed to know.

“I’m going to go talk to him,” Claire said and stood up. She swaggered up and fixed her hair. 

“Wait what? You can’t be serious. Talking to him about this is a horrible idea.”

“True, but I need to know why he did this,” Claire said.

“He could enhance the changes and make them even worse.

“…Then what do you suggest that we do?” Claire spat, crossing her arms over her chest. Her finger tapped against her should impatiently as she waited for him to respond. She hadn’t thought of that. It didn’t even cross her mind that he still might have it on hand. 

Mark was quiet. He ran his hand through his hair. He tried to think of a way they could go about learning about this. He only found those instructions by chance.

It took all of her will power to simply not barge out of the house right now and head back to her…home. She couldn’t think of it the same way after all this. All the ‘good’ times that she there were corrupted by the same stain that now marred her relationship. If this ended the way that she wanted she was going to move out of there the first chance that she got.

“Hold on one moment,” Mark said. He went to his kitchen and pulled out a small knife. He held it out for her. “Take it. You might need it.”

“Do you really think it could come to this?” Claire said, staring at the weapon. 

“Do you think know what he might do next?” Mark said softly.

No, she couldn’t. Less than an hour she thought that she might be able to predict whatever action she decided or a the very least have an idea of what he might do, but now she couldn’t. A part of her hoped that he would give her more of a reason. She imagined plunging the blade into him and her standing over him. 

She placed the knife in her purse for now. When she got closer than she would do something with it. 

“You shouldn’t go in alone. I’ll follow you, or try to sneak in,” Mark said.

They talked about the finer points of the plan and where he could hide, or if she could try to lead him to a certain spot. When they figured out the finer details of their plan, they decided that it was time. They left the house and got in her car. She started driving back to her house. An image of Greg appeared in her mind and her hands gripped the steering wheel tightened as she imagined them wrapped around his throat.

When Claire finally arrived at her house, he had already come up with numerous ways that she would be able to get back at him. She noticed the ring around her finger and took it off. She had wanted to throw it off the side of the road but figured that she could at least get a couple hundred dollars out of it if she took it to a pawn shop. She might not need the cash, but it was good to have, especially until she got their accounts and everything else that had been mixed together.

She parked the car and stared at the front door. For the first time in a long time she felt a little nervous, but that was vastly overwhelmed by her unforgiving rage.  She felt like she was entering a monster’s den in a warzone. She wasn’t sure whether to be happy or not if she had a weapon. The idea of murdering him sounded far too good for her liking, so much so that she could still hear a tiny whisper in her mind telling her to go through with it.

She had no idea what would happen the moment that she brought up this artifact, or the transformation. The only thing that she could say with certainty was that he was no doubt going to react negatively.

She unlocked the door and stepped inside, Mark went in after her.  She looked around and didn’t see him in the kitchen or the living room. She heard him coming and had to stop herself from going to him to punch him in the balls. It was the least that he deserved for being the root of all this. She pulled the knife out of her purse and hid it in her back pocket.

Mark quickly hid under the bar and she stood in the kitchen. If Greg did pull something, then would be able to move around the side and surprise him.

He came out of the bedroom, wearing a sleeveless muscle shirt that showed off his physique. At one point she would have found herself licking her lips and wondering what they would be doing in the bedroom. Now all she felt was a sense of disgust.

“Hello Greg,” Claire said, colder than she intended.

Greg blinked from her tone.  “Is something wrong babe?”

“We need to talk,” Claire said. She kept her eyes on him. “So was going through the library and I found something in there.”

“What did you find?” Greg asked his eyes narrowed in a curious manner.

Claire glared at him and pulled out the instructions. She tossed it to him, and he caught it. He unfurled them and his eyes widened in recognition.

“I know the truth,” Claire growled. She didn’t dare get closer. She hoped that Mark was moving around. “You caused it. You caused me to turn into a women!”

Greg stayed quiet, and she braced herself for anything that he might do. She wasn’t sure what to expect. A part of her was screaming that she should rush him now, while another part said that to keep that distance. 

“I had hoped that you wouldn’t find out,” Greg said. He started walking back and she cautiously followed him. 

She saw Greg grab the vase off the table. It had been something that he inherited from his uncle after he died. He started chanting in a foreign language. The vase’s lines lit up.

Claire’s eyes widened. That was it. That was what had caused the transformation. She moved forward, her hand moving to her back pocket. Before she could get lose. She could feel something assaulting her mind, as if she had taken some drugs and was feeling it affect her. She stumbled and fell to the ground.

“It didn’t have to be this way, Claire,” Greg said somberly. “Things were going great, and they will be again in a little bit.”

Claire spat at him, and much to her dismay it didn’t hit him. She could feel her mind being, her being feeling like playdough. Her glare faded as she tried to resist the feeling of need that she had for Greg. She wanted to be close to him, to follow everything that he wanted to say, but most of all she wanted him to be happy. 

She shook her head, trying to resist them. It was getting harder, and for a feared that they did and she just didn’t know it yet. To her relief, Mark came around the corner. She smirked at the sight of Greg’s surprise and turned the artifact to him, but before anything could happen to Mark, he managed to knock Greg off his feet and the artifact slip from his hands. 

The artifact crashed onto the floor and shattered. The item’s energy spewed out in a large pulse that made the lights flicker.  The world seemed to have gone dark. They stared at the broken, shattered remains of the artifact. There seemed to be an uneasy truce as they all stared at the destroyed item. No one knew what would happen now.

Claire shakily started to get up. Mark got off the ground and stared at Greg, waiting for him to do something. They all waited for something to happen. Their opponent got off the ground and leaned against the wall. 

“N-No!” Greg squealed. His body started to shudder, almost as if he was having a sudden spaz attack.

His skin started to lose the dark tan that it had, as if all the natural sunlight and vitamins that made it so that he could develop it were being sucked out of his body. His skin had finished changing into a fair shade.

His curly black hair straightened out and started to grow out and long waves. It continued to grow longer until it reached down past his hips.

His arms lost the definition that they had and the muscle that lined them started to spread throughout, slimming them down into feminine arms. They looked like they belong on a female model. 

His legs lost the hair that lined them. His muscular thighs grew in larger, thick, sexy thighs that were perfect for strutting.

He squealed like a pig as his face softened, losing the dark shadow across his chin. His nose shrunk down and become a cute button nose. The reverse happened to his lips and become thick mounds that were perfect for kissing. His face changed as the bone structure changed and made it rounder. 

He gasped and the way that he desperately patted down between his legs told Claire that her former lover had lost his manhood. She smirked. Good she had no plans on keeping that around.

Her hips started to crack as if they were old wooden boards that people were stepping on. They widened, and as they did the noise grew louder, until they were wide sexy hips that looked like they belonged on a Playboy bunny.

She turned over like a fish that was stuck on land as her butt started to inflate, as if someone had stuck an air hose in her cheeks. Her hardened rear started to soften. As her hips moved from side to side like a cobra enticing its prey, they could see her butt jiggle with noticeable fat and flesh that had made her butt grow and become more appealing to the eye.

Claire watched with a nefarious smirk as Greg’s nipples stood erect and poked through her top. Her chest grew started growing larger. The occupants watched them grow until they were a massive melon-sized E-cup that struggled to stay within her shirt, as if she was wearing clothes that were several sizes too small for her.

Claire looked down at her chest and unconsciously covered her chest. She had learned long ago just how heavy breasts could be without the proper support. Despite that, she couldn’t help but be a little amused. It served him right that he would end up becoming a sex symbol. In Greg’s place stood a beautiful women, who had a well-developed body that oozed sex. 

“No, no, no, no! This isn’t supposed to happen!” Greg cried. She patted around her body and looked at her changed form like a headless chicken.

Claire snorted. She enjoyed the way he freaked out. She wondered if this was what she looked like when she was looking herself over after her transformation.

Greg glared at her, but with her full lips it looked more like sexy smolder. She squealed as her clothes started to change. Her pants rose higher on her frame and hung looser off her frame. Her pants legs merged together, and black dots appeared that merged and grew larger. The lower section turned white. When it was finished had black and white skirt that covered that covered her upper thighs and showed off her succulent legs. 

The front of her shirt dipped lower and splotches of black ink appeared on it. Sleeves started to grow from the straps of her shirt. They covered her shoulders and started to crawl down her arms. They finished when they reached her wrists. Her new sleeves tightly hugged her arms. Black heels appeared on her shoes and she stumbled forward, desperately trying to keep her balance. Small bits of fabric climbed up her legs and encased them in a see-through brown pantyhose.

Her clothes had finished changing into a skimpy French maid outfit that barely hid her underwear and showed off her thighs and prodigious bust. All that she was missing to complete her new look was a feather duster and then she would be the perfect example of a naughty maid.

Greg opened her mouth and a glazed look entered her eyes. Her arms fell from her bust and she stood still.

“Hello?” Claire asked. She cautiously stepped forward, thinking that this might still be some ploy of Greg’s to bide his time until he could turn things around.

“Mistress,” the transformed Greg said. She bowed, giving a perfect eyeful of her breasts.

Claire looked at Mark, who looked just as confused as she did. She frowned and realized that this was probably what he had in mind for Mark. Not to mention the changes that he probably would have inflicted on her to make her agreeable to have a threesome. She would have had no interest in sharing her man. She counted down from ten in her head. Oh, if he was still a man, she would have landed a few good blows in for messing with her mind some more.

“Even though he’s gone now he makes me want to hurt him,” Claire growled. She went to the table and sat down.

Tifa followed.

“What about?” Mark said. He looked to the side at the maid as she cleaned up the broken fragments of what had transformed her.

Claire ran her hand down her face. She honestly didn’t know what she should do with her. She didn’t want to keep her around much. She found it hard to even look at her. Despite her changed form and attitude, she could only see Greg. She thought that he might still be playing the long game and biding her time before she pulled out some other magic artifact. “I don’t know.”

“Let’s just take it step by step and figure thing out okay?” Mark said. 

“Okay.” 

Epilogue

Claire sighed as she went through her closet to decide what to wear. She pulled out a few conservative dresses and placed them on her bed.

It had been six months since Greg’s transformation and things seemed to be going her way again. She had been worried about people asking questions about him, but the world didn’t seem to remember him. The pictures that she had of them together, which she had planned to delete and burn, were gone.

She still had the memories of who he was, but in this new life that she had now, she had never met him. She didn’t contact his family to see if they remembered him and no one had called her about him, which told her that no one did. It was good. It was one less thing that she had to worry about or try to figure out how to explain. She could imagine it now, ‘You see that maid, he’s the man you’re looking for. Also, I used to be a man too.’ That would have gotten her thrown into a facility faster than any sex tape could ruin her career.

After that night she had set up that place to be sold. People kept questioning her about what was wrong there, but she couldn’t tell them the truth. She just repeated that it felt like she needed to change things. When she finally found a place that she was satisfied with she had contracted workers to make the changes that she wanted. She had stayed at Mark’s place while the contractors worked on changing the floors and painting her house to her desires. It had taken a few weeks, but when it was done, she had taken all her stuff and had it delivered as soon as possible.

She had thought about letting Tifa go at first. She had hinted it at it with her going out and trying to find someone new, Tifa looked distraught, as if she had said yelled at her for hours on end. She quickly told her that she was doing a good job and had to spend some time reassuring her before she finally managed to calm down. Whenever she tried to bring it after Tifa immediately thought that she must have done . It made her angrier at what her former Fiancé had done and the thought of that happening to Mark, made her so glad that it didn’t happen to him. 

Her new house was smaller than before, but felt comfortable to her. She felt cleaner, as if she had taken a bath. She had a big moving-in party with friends and family coming over and setting boxes around and opening them up, helping set up the furniture and appliances. When things were finally set up, she smiled. They had pizza delivered and broke out the wine and started celebrating. Her family asked her plans, like if she was seeing anyone.

She had decided that she would take a long break before even going back into a relationship with anyone. She had been on the receiving end of a few guys flirting with her and asking if it would be alright if they could go out somewhere. Every time that she had gotten those offers her mind would flash back to her relationship with Greg and she would turn them down.

She had used the lack of relationship to dedicate herself to her career and to herself to do some soul searching. She particularly enjoyed the moments where she could just veg out on her bed and didn’t have to go anywhere. It felt almost like back when she was a man.

After the artifact had broken, she had discovered bits of her old masculinity coming through her personality. She didn’t like wearing dresses as much as she used to and didn’t care about wearing about makeup as much as she used to. She only wore it when she had to for photoshoots or when it was applied for her. She only had the basics for makeup now.

She couldn’t believe that she didn’t notice that something was wrong with her back when she was transformed. She had never been crazy about any of that stuff before. She might have been curious, but how quickly she accepted it and got into the motions now unsettled her.

She shook her head to clear those thoughts. She wasn’t going to let looking back at the past stop her from moving forward. For the first time since then she was going out on a date. It was strange to going back to dating after what she had been through, but she wasn’t going to let the memories of Greg stop her from living her life.

She went downstairs and saw Tifa open the door, letting Mark in. He was dressed in a nice, well-pressed suit.

“Hey Mark,” Claire said.

“Hey Claire. You ready for our date?” Mark asked. He looked like a teenager that was trying not to squirm.  

“Yup,” Claire answered, smiling. She wasn’t going to let her bad memories stop her from living her life the way that she wanted to. She was going to live it and have a good relationship with someone. Who better than someone who stood by her and understood the craziness that she had been in.