Dreamy chic life [script] (Patreon)

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• Panel 1: (Setting: A modest city apartment bedroom, night) Tyler, a 26-year-old man with an average build and messy short hair, is seen tossing in his bed, beads of sweat visible on his forehead. The moonlight filters through the blinds, casting a soft glow on his troubled face.Thought Bubble: "Why can't I shake off this dream... feeling so... different?"
  Speech Bubble (whispered): "It's just a dream, just a dream..."
  
• Panel 2: (Tyler starts to visibly change, though it's still subtle) The moonlight seems to intensify, as if reacting to Tyler's inner turmoil. A soft glow begins at his fingertips and toes, spreading inward.Thought Bubble: "My body... it's tingling... like pins and needles..."
  
• Panel 3: (Zoom in on Tyler's hands) His fingers elongate and slim down, nails growing slightly and taking on a neat, manicured look.Speech Bubble (strained): "What's happening... to me?"
  
• Panel 4: (Back to a wider view of Tyler in bed) His body is now visibly slimmer; his shoulders narrow and waist cinches slightly, suggesting the beginnings of a curvy figure.Thought Bubble: "My body's... changing? This... can't be real..."
  
• Panel 5: Tyler's face begins to soften. His jawline becomes less pronounced, cheeks slightly rounder, and his lips fuller.Speech Bubble (gasping): "Even my face... is different."
  
• Panel 6: As the transformation continues, Tyler's messy short hair starts growing rapidly, cascading down the sides of his face, evolving into the glossy, flowing brunette locks of a woman.Thought Bubble: "My hair... it feels so silky... flowing over my shoulders..."

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• Panel 1:Setting: Tyler's dimly lit bedroom, beads of sweat covering his brow as he sits up abruptly.
  Visuals: Tyler clutches his chest, a look of confusion and distress on his increasingly delicate features. The room is lit only by the silvery glow of the moon.
  Thought Bubble: "God... why am I so hot all of a sudden? It's like I'm burning up from the inside..."
  Speech Bubble (soft moan): "Ahh... it's so intense..."
  
• Panel 2:Visuals: Close-up on Tyler's chest as he pulls at the fabric of his tee, the material stretched by the developing contours of his chest.
  Thought Bubble: "What's this feeling? My nipple's... they're so sensitive..."
  Speech Bubble (whispered, high-pitched): "It hurts... the shirt... it's so rough..."
  
• Panel 3:Visuals: Side view of Tyler, as he notices the burgeoning mounds on his chest, his silhouette highlighted by the moonlight. The shirt strains further, threads at the seams stretching to their limit.
  Thought Bubble: "With every breath... I can feel them... growing..."
  Speech Bubble (panicked): "This can't be... they're like... breasts?"
  
• Panel 4:Visuals: An anguished Tyler grasps his throat upon hearing a soft, unfamiliar voice slip from his lips after each gasp.
  Thought Bubble: "My voice... that high-pitched sound... that's... mine?"
  Speech Bubble (shocked): "Why do I sound like..."
  
• Panel 5:Visuals: Tight view on Tyler's chest as finally, the seams of the tee give way, the fabric tearing along his expanding bust line.
  Thought Bubble: "Every throb... it sends shivers through me... I can't contain this..."
  Speech Bubble (a soft cry): "Ah..."
  
• Panel 6:Visuals: Tyler, now breathless, gazes down at the torn remnants of his shirt, the moonlight caressing his now full breasts.
  Speech Bubble (awestruck): "I've becoming... a woman?"

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Panel 1: (Setting: Tyler's bedroom, now focused on his hands and arms)

• Visuals: Hands lying flat on the bed sheets, the moonlight accentuating the changes.
• Thought Bubble: "Even my grip feels weaker... more delicate."
• Speech Bubble (whispered): "No more calluses... my skin's too soft..."

Panel 2: (Tyler's biceps and forearms start to transform)

• Visuals: Muscle tone diminishing, replaced by a smooth, graceful form.
• Thought Bubble: "My arms... they're slimming down?"
• Speech Bubble (in disbelief): "These can't be my arms..."

Panel 3: (Zoom in on Tyler's legs under the sheets, a subtle transformation taking place)

• Visuals: The sheets tent with the subtle swelling of Tyler's tighs.
• Thought Bubble: "My thighs feel... fuller. And my legs are tingling all over."
• Speech Bubble (confused): "Why do I feel like stretching them out gracefully?"

Panel 4: (Transformation reaches Tyler's calves and feet)(Tyler moving the sheet inspect her legs)

• Visuals: The definition in his calves softens, feet reshaping to a petite size.
• Thought Bubble: "A strange elegance is taking over my calves... and even my feet are smaller, daintier."
• Speech Bubble (softly): "These dainty feet... are they mine?"

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• Panel 1:Setting: Moonlight drapes Tyler's bed where he's propped up on his elbows, transfixed by his voluptuous silhouette.
  Visuals: Tyler, observing his legs with fascination, his large breasts barely allow a glimpse of his smooth, shapely legs.
  Thought Bubble: "These legs... so smooth and flawless... I can't believe they're mine..."
  Speech Bubble (whispered): "I can hardly see past... these."
  
• Panel 2:Setting: Close-up of Tyler's groin area where the fabric of his boxers is tense with a bulging erection.
  Visuals: The tension in the fabric, a stark contrast to the sudden confusion and arousal on Tyler's features.
  Thought Bubble: "What's this? This shouldn't be arousing me, but... it's happening."
  Speech Bubble (moaning softly): "Mmm... no, why now?"
  
• Panel 3:Setting: The view shifts to Tyler's face, flushed, and beads of sweat on his brow.
  Visuals: His expression a mix of shock and ecstasy as he feels an internal shift.
  Thought Bubble: "Something inside... is moving... a deep shifting within."
  Speech Bubble (gasping): "Ah! It's... so intense!"
  
• Panel 4:Setting: A wide shot of Tyler on the bed, his hips broadening noticeably.
  Visuals: Tyler's hands instinctively grasping the bedding as his hips widen, his boxers stretching to the limit.
  Thought Bubble: "My hips... they're spreading so rapidly..."
  Speech Bubble (bewildered): "What's happening to me?"
  
• Panel 5:Setting: Intimate close-up on Tyler's groin as his erection throbs fiercely.
  Visuals: His boxers are soaked through, emphasizing the imminent change.
  Thought Bubble: "It's... like a last surge of something... fleeting..."
  Speech Bubble (moaning): "Oh God... it's too much..."
  
• Panel 6:Setting: Tyler's features contorted in a vivid mix of pleasure and alarm.
  Visuals: As the final release shudders through him, the visual of his penis vanishing is obscured by the sheets.
  Thought Bubble: "The pulsing... it's pulling back... something's leaving me..."
  Speech Bubble (crescendo of moans): "Ah! Ahh! Aaahhh!"

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• Panel 1: (Setting: Tyler's moonlit bedroom, post-transformation) Visuals: Tyler, wide-eyed and panting, steadies himself on the bed. His gaze falls upon the soaked remnants of his former life, now just a wet boxer. Thought Bubble: "What is... this disgust welling up inside me?" Speech Bubble (revolted): "This... mess. It's so... masculine. I can't stand it!"
• Panel 2: (Transformation: Boxers morphing into panties) Visuals: The fabric of the boxers shimmers under the moonlight, transforming seamlessly into a pair of loose lacy panties, the dampness quickly evaporating. Thought Bubble: "Everything's changing... even my disgust shapes reality?" Speech Bubble (bewildered): "These panties... why do they feel... right?"
• Panel 3: Visuals: A close-up on Tyler's waist, the lacy panties hanging loose on his newly feminized hips. Thought Bubble: "Why do they hang so loose? They should be... snug, on me." Speech Bubble (unsure): "I need them to... fit."
• Panel 4: (Setting: Tyler still on the bed, the transformation isn't over yet) Visuals: Tyler watches, startled, as another wave of transformation begins; his rear begins to expand, filling out the panties. Thought Bubble: "It's happening again... my body's not done changing." Speech Bubble (stifled moan): "Mmm... my ass, it's... growing?"
• Panel 5: Visuals: The panties tighten around Tyler's swelling buttocks, emphasizing their round, voluptuous shape. Thought Bubble: "This fullness... it's so intense, so shapely." Speech Bubble (surprised): "They're fitting... perfectly snug."

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• Panel 1: (Setting: Tyler's bedroom, standing in front of a full-length mirror)Visuals: Tyler, half-naked, takes in his reflection, the moon illuminating his transformed figure. The room is still cluttered with typical male apartment mess.
  Thought Bubble: "This can't just be a reflection; I'm... I'm a woman."
  Speech Bubble (softly): "Look at me... is this really my body?"
  
• Panel 2:Visuals: Tyler's eyes drift to the cluttered backdrop, his height still that of his former self.
  Thought Bubble: "Why am I still so tall? A girl like me should be... petite."
  Speech Bubble (murmuring): "I should be...smaller, delicate."
  
• Panel 3: (Tyler's thoughts unwittingly trigger the next wave of change)Visuals: The room lightens ever so slightly, responding to Tyler's wishes.
  Thought Bubble: "No... I can't think like that! My thoughts... they do things."
  Speech Bubble (alarmed): "Stop! I don't want..."
  
• Panel 4: (Tyler is shrinking, room tidying itself)Visuals: Tyler's already ample figure compresses, becoming shorter, as the mess in the room seems to reorder itself.
  Thought Bubble: "But it feels... so natural, so right to fit in... shrink down."
  Speech Bubble (bewildered): "Why does this feel like... home?"

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• Panel 1: (Setting: Tyler's bedroom begins to transform into a more feminine space as the moonlight fades into dawn) Visuals: The room’s clutter rearranges itself; posters on the walls switch to those of pop bands favored by young women, and clothes strewn about shift into a more feminine wardrobe, complete with heels and skirts. Thought Bubble: "Everything is changing...it's like my past is being rewritten." Speech Bubble (softly): "My room... it's never been so... pretty."
• Panel 2: (Tyler, now visibly shorter, continues to marvel at his environment) Visuals: Tyler's gaze falls upon a makeup vanity that wasn't there before, adorned with an array of cosmetics. Thought Bubble: "Makeup? But... I know how to use all that." Speech Bubble (curious): "When did I learn about contouring?"
• Panel 3: (As the morning sun shines through, Tyler notices the time and reacts with a newfound concern for punctuality) Visuals: Tyler glances at a delicate watch on his wrist, a small gasp escaping his lips at the sight of the late hour. Thought Bubble: "I'm... I'm going to be late for... something important." Speech Bubble (frantically): "Oh no, I need to hurry!"
• Panel 4: (Tyler rushes to get dressed in feminine attire while being acutely aware of his movements) Visuals: Tyler slips into a flowy blouse and a pencil skirt with practiced ease, the clothes hugging his hourglass figure just right. Thought Bubble: "Dressing like this... it feels second nature." Speech Bubble (focused): "Can't forget my earrings... and the matching necklace."
• Panel 5: (Tyler's attention turns to perfecting his makeup and hair) Visuals: He sits before the vanity, expertly applying makeup and styling his hair into soft waves. Thought Bubble: "This precision, this delicate touch... I'm enjoying it." Speech Bubble (content): "Perfect, just a touch of gloss... there."

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• Panel 1 (The focus is on a elegant footwear as she slips into heels with a delightful sense of normalcy) Visuals: A close-up of her feet as she glides into a pair of high-heeled shoes, her posture adjusting naturally to the added height and femininity they confer. Thought Bubble: "Heels... they just feel right. Like I've been wearing them forever." Speech Bubble (enthused): "They make my legs look fantastic!"
• Panel 2: (Setting: her ransformed apartment, now basked in morning light, showcasing a tidy and feminine living space) Visuals: She lingers by the door, grabbing a stylish handbag that seems to have always been hers, the morning sun accentuates her now flawless complexion. Thought Bubble: "This bag... it's got everything I need. How do I know that?" Speech Bubble (assuredly): "Can't forget my phone, wallet... and of course, my keys."
• Panel 3: (On the way out, She notices a photograph that triggers a warm rush of unexplained familiarity) Visuals: She pauses before a picture frame on a hall table, depicting herself with a group of smiling women. Thought Bubble: "I don't remember this photo, but the happiness feels so real." Speech Bubble (whispers): "These girls... we share so much."

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• Panel 1: (Setting: Still in her apartment, by the hall table with the photograph) Visuals: she, slightly hunched over the photo, blinks in confusion, her eyebrows knitted together. Thought Bubble: "When did I get... girlfriends? What about Jacob, my best bud?" Speech Bubble (puzzled): "What's going on with my memories?"
• Panel 2: (A new photograph materializes beside the first one) Visuals: her hand hovers over the new picture, showing her in a revealing bikini, sharing a sunset kiss with Jacob, who is now quite clearly more than just a friend. Thought Bubble: "This can't be right... That's not... Jacob?" Speech Bubble (shaken): "But why does this feel familiar?"
• Panel 3: (A locket necklace appears around her neck, warm against her skin) Visuals: she  instinctively reaches for the necklace, fingers tracing the engraving. Thought Bubble: "New York... Our promise to each other." Speech Bubble (nostalgic): "Jacob and I... we promised each other support... but this?"
• Panel 4: (A sudden urgency overtakes she as she snaps out of her reverie) Visuals: she stands up straight, her expression changes to alertness, she checks her watch again. Thought Bubble: "No time for this... I'm late! I have to go!" Speech Bubble (hurried): "What am I doing? I need to hurry!"
• Panel 5: (Setting: shedarts towards the apartment door) Visuals: she, now donning the locket, quickly heads to the door, her motions fluid, stylish and confident. Thought Bubble: "Can't waste time... Gotta meet... someone important?" Speech Bubble (with urgency): "I can't let him wait... No, who am I meeting?"

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• Panel 1: (Setting: Exiting her apartment into the bright morning sunlight) Visuals: Tyler, now Tyra, steps into the sunlight, which causes her to shield her sparkling eyes with a slender hand. Around her arm swings her chic purse. Thought Bubble: "Sunlight... it feels different, warmer... softer on my skin." Speech Bubble (excitedly): "Wow, this day feels full of possibilities!"
• Panel 2: (Descending the apartment steps, Tyra's stride exudes confidence) Visuals: Tyra descends the steps with an effortless grace, her heels clicking rhythmically. Her 
• is natural, unforced. Thought Bubble: "Every step... there's a sway, a rhythm; I don't remember learning to walk like this." Speech Bubble (to herself): "Stay focused, Tyra... no, wait. where did 'Tyra' come from?"
• Panel 3: (At the bottom of the steps, Tyra pauses, a moment of doubt flickers) Visuals: Tyra halts, her brow furrows slightly. A passerby casts her a complimenting glance, which she acknowledges with a polite smile. Thought Bubble: "It's like people always saw me this way... but I was Tyler... wasn't I?" Speech Bubble (murmuring): "Thank you... So strange, this attention feels...normal."
• Panel 4: (The streets bustling with people, Tyra joins the crowd) Visuals: She merges with the busy foot traffic, her presence unmistakable amongst the rushing commuters. Her expression is a blend of determination and lingering confusion. Thought Bubble: "This hustle, this flow of the crowd... I'm part of it, yet... apart." Speech Bubble (whispered): "Keep moving, can't be late for... for what?"
• Panel 5: (A sudden wave of nostalgic sorrow) Visuals: She pauses, catching her reflection in a store window, images of a life once familiar, now distant, flash across her mind. Thought Bubble: "Brief flashes... a baseball glove, a razor... they tug at me." Speech Bubble (wavering): "No, I'm not that person anymore... am I?"
• Panel 6: (Shaking off the memories, she pushes forward) Visuals: Tyra straightens her posture, her face resolved, eyes ahead. She adjusts her purse and continues along. Thought Bubble: "I can't let the past distract me... I'm Tyra now. And I have... somewhere important to be." Speech Bubble (firmly): "Let's do this. Time to face the day!"

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• Panel 1: (Setting: Arriving at a chic café, the aroma of coffee in the air) Visuals: Tyra enters the café, pausing to inhale the rich scent of freshly brewed coffee, her eyelids fluttering in appreciation. Thought Bubble: "This smell... it's comforting, yet invigorating. It stirs something inside me." Speech Bubble (content): "One latte, please. With an extra shot?"
• Panel 2: (Nervously awaiting her date, she checks her flawless makeup in a spoon's reflection) Visuals: Sitting at the table, Tyra peeks at her reflection, making minute touch-ups to her lipstick. Thought Bubble: "Why does this feel like a ritual? And why am I doing it so anxiously?" Speech Bubble (muttering): "Perfect. Stay calm, Tyra. He'll be here any minute."
• Panel 3: (Her date arrives, a mix of excitement and old doubt surging) Visuals: A handsome man walks in, his eyes instantly lock with Tyra's. Her heartbeat quickens. Thought Bubble: "He's here... My heart's racing! But I also feel... nostalgia?" Speech Bubble (rising with emotion): "Hi... You look amazing."

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• Panel 1: (Setting: Inside the chic café, ambient chatter and soft music in the background) Visuals: Tyra and Jacob sit across from each other at a small table, the air suddenly filled with a familiar masculine energy. Thought Bubble: "Jacob's talking about football, the stats... it used to excite me." Speech Bubble (distracted): "Uh-huh... that's... interesting."
• Panel 2: Visuals: A close-up on Tyra's hand stirring her latte absentmindedly, her delicate wrist adorned with a dainty bracelet. Thought Bubble: "I spent an hour choosing my perfume, and he hasn't even noticed." Speech Bubble (subdued): "Jacob, do you notice anything different about me?"
• Panel 3: Visuals: Jacob’s puzzled face as he pauses mid-sentence, his gaze finally taking in Tyra’s changed appearance and demeanor. Thought Bubble: "Why isn't he seeing what's right in front of him?" Speech Bubble (impatient): "Jacob, my perfume. I chose it especially for today."
• Panel 4: Visuals: Reflection of moodiness in Tyra’s eyes, her newly found vanity taking a hit. Thought Bubble: "He's oblivious to my efforts... the subtle notes of jasmine and rose." Speech Bubble (moody): "It's 'Elixir of Bloom', not just some random scent."
• Panel 5: Visuals: Jacob leans forward, sniffing the air slightly, an awkward attempt to recover the situation. Thought Bubble: "Finally, some recognition, but why do I feel so... annoyed?" Speech Bubble (forcing a smile): "It’s... nice. Really complements your... look."
• Panel 6: Visuals: Tyra, arms crossed, her moodiness seeping into a pout. Thought Bubble: "This isn't how this was supposed to go. He should be enchanted, captivated." Speech Bubble (frustrated): "Is that all? Just 'nice'? Jacob, sometimes you’re so..."

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• Panel 1: (Setting: The same chic café, a hint of tension now palpable between the couple) Visuals: Jacob reaches across the table, taking Tyra’s hands into his own, concern evident in his eyes. Thought Bubble: "His touch... should soothe me, yet why do I feel so adrift?" Speech Bubble (tentative): "Jacob, I just wanted this day to be special..."
• Panel 2: Visuals: Jacob's eyes widen with realization, regret showing on his face as he recognizes his misstep. Thought Bubble: "He gets it now, the importance of this moment for me." Speech Bubble (apologetic): "Tyra, I’m sorry... I should’ve noticed right away. You’re radiant today."
• Panel 3: Visuals: Tyra's face softens, the gentleness of Jacob’s words start to break through her moodiness. Thought Bubble: "He's trying, and suddenly that seems enough to thaw my irritation." Speech Bubble (subdued, hopeful): "Thank you, Jacob... that means a lot."
• Panel 4: Visuals: Jacob stands up, walking toward the counter with purpose, while Tyra watches his retreating figure. Thought Bubble: "He's stepping away to make it right... I should be angry, but instead, I'm intrigued." Speech Bubble (curiously): "What is he up to?"
• Panel 5: Visuals: Jacob converses with the barista, a secretive grin spreading on his face as he glances back at Tyra. Thought Bubble: "Look at him... plotting something. My heart flutters with anticipation, not knowing why." Speech Bubble (eagerly): "He's planning a surprise? For me?"
• Panel 6: Visuals: Tyra's gaze follows Jacob’s every move, her lips curling into a soft smile enveloping her previously pouty demeanor. Thought Bubble: "The way he takes charge, it's... captivating. I'm lost in this fantasy." Speech Bubble (dreamily): "I wonder what he's arranging... Perhaps a weekend getaway?"

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• Panel 1: (Setting: Back at the café table, anticipation hangs in the air around Tyra) Visuals: Close-up on Tyra's fingers playing with the locket, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and softened edges. Thought Bubble: "Each second feels stretched, brimming with possibilities of what Jacob might say." Speech Bubble (whispered): "Something romantic, maybe? A confession, a vow renewed?"
• Panel 2: Visuals: Jacob returns to the table, setting down a small, elegant pastry box tied with a delicate ribbon. Thought Bubble: "The box... so delicate, so thoughtful. How does he know what touches my heart?" Speech Bubble (awestruck): "Jacob, what's this?"
• Panel 3: Visuals: Jacob leans in, his voice hushed and conspiratorial, a warmth emanating between them. Thought Bubble: "His closeness envelops me, each word laden with an unspoken promise." Speech Bubble (intimate): "Open it... It's a taste of Paris, the adventure we always talked about."
• Panel 4: Visuals: Tyra opens the box to reveal an assortment of exquisite French macarons, a dreamscape of colors and flavors. Thought Bubble: "Paris... Even the mention stirs my soul, awakens desires I can't fully remember forming." Speech Bubble (delighted): "Oh, Jacob... they're beautiful. So... Parisian."
• Panel 5: Visuals: Jacob's thumb gently wipes away a smudge of icing from Tyra’s lip, his gaze locked with hers. Thought Bubble: "His touch sends a shiver down my spine, igniting a yearning I didn't know I possessed." Speech Bubble (softly): "And I hope they're as sweet as you, Tyra."
• Panel 6: Visuals: Tyra's emotions cascade into joy, her earlier annoyance forgotten, replaced by the allure of Jacob's tenderness. Thought Bubble: "Every doubt dissolves. In this moment, Jacob's gesture is my universe." Speech Bubble (blissfully): "They could never be. But let's share them... together."

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• Panel 1: (Setting: Exiting the café, hearts lighter and the day ahead) Visuals: Tyra and Jacob walk side by side, the sun framing them in a gentle halo, their steps in sync. Thought Bubble: "Hand in hand, any lingering uncertainty fades, replaced by assurance in each other." Speech Bubble (content): "This day is ours, Jacob... let's not waste a second."
• Panel 2: Visuals: Tyra's laughter rings out, shared jokes creating an intimate bubble around them despite the bustling city. Thought Bubble: "Laughter... it’s as if it’s my first language now, so carefree and melodic." Speech Bubble (laughing): "Stop it, you’re going to make me spill my macarons!"
• Panel 3: Visuals: Jacob pulls Tyra into a florist shop, the scent of blooms enveloping them, mirroring the promise of new beginnings. Thought Bubble: "Flowers... an unspoken language that fills the quiet corners of my heart." Speech Bubble (enchanted): "I adore peonies... did you know?"
• Panel 4: Visuals: Inside the shop, Jacob gestures towards the floral arrangements, each more vibrant than the last. Thought Bubble: "His choices... could he sense the petals’ whispers, their softness akin to my own fantasies?" Speech Bubble (touched): "You want to get me flowers, here, now? Jacob, you’re full of surprises today."
• Panel 5: Visuals: With a bouquet in hand, Tyra's eyes meet Jacob's, a silent conversation of gratitude and admiration. Thought Bubble: "Through the stems, our connection deepens, signs of an affection both ancient and new." Speech Bubble (appreciatively): "Thank you... for understanding me without words."

continue Jacob realizing that he just hurt his girlfriend, immediatily make offer(make itup) something that immedatily soften Tyre feminie side, makes her fantazie about it, while he pay the bill at the counter

continue with new pages, where she arrives at a office, and when securty asks her name she says Lisa, the secuirty says that ohh yeah the for the secretary poistion to Mr. Donovan, as she's in the elevator going up he suddenly feels very anxious that what is he doing, he was just a guy having a bad dream, accidently he wishes at end of his thought that he would Mr Donovan's secretary and with that changes are happening to her again as she's in the elevator detail this changes in great detail

continue with new pages, where she arrives at a office, and when securty asks her name she says Lisa, the secuirty says that ohh yeah the for the secretary poistion to Mr. Donovan, as she's in the elevator going up he suddenly feels very anxious that what is he doing, he was just a guy having a bad dream, accidently he wishes at end of his thought that he would Mr Donovan's secretary and with that changes are happening to her again as she's in the elevator.

continue with a new page, where he cathes himself, that when does he have girlfriends that 'he share so much' and what happened to his bestfirend Jacob, and with that a new photo appering and when he sees he sees a small female figure in very reveling bikini and Jacob kissing in the sunset, and with that a lock necklace appear on her make her remember her promsise to jacob before coming to new york and she cathes herself what does she doing she needs to hurry!

continue with a new page, where now standing in front of the mirror, half-naked, he fully realize that he turned into a woman, suddenly he just has thought that girl should be smaller he still has his old height and the room he's in still untidy and messy male aprtment by the time that he reailze he must not think since his wishes seems fulfill it's late, changes is happening

continue with a new page, he's seeing that wet boxer, feels a sudden urge of digust and with that the boxer morph into a loose lacy panties, Tyler just about comment of the looseness of it all when he feels a sudden shift in his spine that forming a more feminine pose and with that he ass starts to fill out heavily by the end if the panties feeling extra snug and tight

continue with a new page,while watching her new smooth legs while tring see it his now big firm breats, he's getting a hard-on of the body he has now, and with changes starts to happen in her lower-abodmen, he feels his inside shift and his hips widen drastically, his ejaculates one last time before his penis starts pull back into his body, making him to make moan noises along the way. Please use my description as guide, but your own wording, please format the new pages with bullet points

continue that now his soft sensitive smooth full-breasts contrast the rest of his body, his body mass starts to reduct and with it his hair on his body, he sees how his hard muscles taking into a soft weak parts, even hair getting a lighter color and nail painted one. Please use my description as guide, but your own wording, please format the new pages with bullet points

continue with new pages: he's sweating heavily, his body preparing him to next part, and sitting up in the bed feeling his nipple becaming so sensetive that rough fabric of his tee hurting, he's lating out a little soft ahh, he still confused by the soft high-pitched voice that he just produced, nipple starts throw and by each breath his breats are forming by the end of it repeing that fabric, looking down at her now cleaves, he gets a hard-on boner and he just about to touch it, when he feels that his frame starts reduce heavily and his muscles tighten not having enough space they starts sore painfully, he's tapping his hard-earned abs where the pain is the most heavy Please use my description as guide, but your own wording, please format the new pages with bullet points