Bridget's Beat (Bridget TG) (Patreon)

There was just something about Bridget.

Truthfully, William had no idea what it was that had captivated him so intensely. He had been aware of her for a while, but it wasn't until her recent reintroduction that he had begun to take greater notice of the girl and her series as a whole.

Since then, the interest had grown. It became a yearning, or some other kind of feeling he couldn't fully understand. But it all linked to her, even if he didn't know all that much about her. That was about to change though! He finally managed to get his hands on the game, and even a PS5 so he could actually play it!

What was the reason for that interest? He just... was drawn to her. Like there was some invisible string tying his fate to the peppy, smiley blonde, making him at last reach this moment.

"No, that's silly... I'm just looking forward to playing the game, that's all... no reason to think so romantically about it." It was probably just the writer in him that made him think things like that, the man sighing fondly as he waited for the game's updates and DLC to install, all while staring at the other item he had ordered.

It was a Bridget figure. One that wasn't supposed to come out for a few months now, yet he had managed to find on a site after a very in-depth google search, William certain that the date must have been wrong. He was certainly not expecting it to arrive so soon.

He usually waited a bit longer to get figures, and even then saved it for characters he really liked above all else. But once again Bridget defied all logic, the man smiling fondly, loving the cute pose of the figure, yo-yo in hand with an absolutely adorable smile on her face.

He sighed fondly while staring at it, wondering why he couldn't seem to have that sparkle in his eyes anymore, or that happy smile, every day just sort of mixing together into an endless sea of repetitiveness, only mixed with the boredom of work. It was a fog that seemed to sap the joy out of his life, and he really had no clue what the source of it was.

But it seemed to go away once he submerged himself into things like this, the man smiling as he imagined the Bridget figure put next to the others in his collection, a vast majority of them pretty or hot girls. Something about the feminine and cute drew him in, which only further attached him to his newest fav girl.

He ran his hand down the figure, feeling the smooth plastic as he turned back to the screen, groaning at how long it was going to take until the game was fully updated, wishing he could just go on already. His friend was going to be here before it was done at this rate! He'd gotten it around the same time as him, similarly attached by one of the game's characters.

"Well I have some time to kill I guess..." William muttered, turning towards his laptop and tapping his finger on the desk. "Could listen to some music."

Yeah, that would work. Music usually helped when he was feeling off, and he had the perfect song for the occasion! William smiled, typing "The Town Inside Me" on Youtube, his newest obsession's theme still on his mind along with everything else about her. It was one of the best songs he'd heard in years, loving the instruments, lyrics and singer. Everything just... clicked.

He always felt better after listening to it as well, a smile filling his face as he forgot his worries, William eagerly plugging in his headphones and selecting the video, all while the eyes of the figure behind him glowed for a moment in the sunlight. It went unnoticed though, William grinning and leaning back, his body washed over with relaxation as the song began.

The town inside me

And everyone's voice

He shivered as the opening section flooded his ears, the delivery of the lyrics combining with the hints of instrumentation to give him goosebumps, William gasping quietly as he shut his eyes. As the opening chorus continued, that feeling seemed to be slowly spreading, his whole body on edge in a way that was... surprisingly pleasant?

I can't go home

Because I'm afraid

Something will change

It was with the word change that the feelings seemed to surge slightly, his skin tingling under his tight clothes as it gained a healthy sheen. Not only that, but his body hair was falling away, shaved clean by a sudden hatred of having so much of it, the small feeling adding itself to the melting pot of emotions rushing through William's head, still laying under the surface. He found himself agreeing though. All that hair was annoying, icky, apart from on his head of course. Maybe he should shave more often?

He wriggled as his newly hairless flesh sensually rubbed against his outfit, the song shifting to a steady drumbeat as he gasped happily. The song was about to properly kick in, William’s heart pounding in excitement as the main section steadily grew closer.

I've moved on, by my own will

(I had nothing else I wanted to do)

Now that the song had started, he was breathing heavier, eyes fluttering open and shut as he squirmed uncomfortably. The song was all about Bridget’s dissatisfaction with herself, one that gradually rose into a glorious self acceptance, so why were the words digging so deep for him?

He supposed he could get the meaning though; he’d moved on from university recently only to find nothing to do, or at least nothing beyond the boredom that came with these plain jobs. It was just hard to find something that could use writing talents when he was so fed up with himself.

It wasn't hard, but I didn't hate it

(I did not even like it)

I've been patient, but it was bearable

I've had a grey haze for a long time though (Boom boom)

His groan turned to a moan as his cock suddenly throbbed in sync with the singer’s “boom boom”, the surge of arousal making him sweat, his body nodding lazily not only to the calm beat, but in agreement to what she was saying. He had been patient, waiting for his chance that never came, the grey haze of depression having haunted him since he was a teenager, never looking right in the mirror, never perfect, no matter what clothes he wore, anything that may have worked having been quickly dismissed by his parents.

He wished they did let him though, the best he could do were shorts and even that had the side effect of seeing how ugly his legs looked with all that hair. They were comfy though, although these jeans weren't anything better, William wishing he could just get rid of this negative aura and dress... c-c-cute?

It's my stress, that's for sure

The sudden interruption to the song’s rhythm cut his thought off, but the impact was undeniable, the man gasping as the strange feeling tingled in his core in time with the beat, the grey haze clouding over his thoughts as the song barely stopped him from falling into despair. Of course he was stressed, how could he not be?

Something good was happening though, William groaning softly as the mass in his core wobbled, then collapsed, the man squealing as his cock did an eager twitch. It was tightening, losing the annoying mass and compressing into a tight core, one that even had a few muscles from constant working out.

It was a ray of light though the depressing fog, not that the man knew it, still reeling from the realisation that he wanted to be cute. D-did he? Now that he thought about it, when he relaxed he always liked wearing loose clothes, he was only stuck in these tight ones since he had to go out to meet his friend later.

Then what is, this feeling?

(Who would I ask?)

It wasn't just that though was it? Apart from his friend, he'd always been drawn to girls. Not even romantically! He just... liked girls more than guys. Going around in swishy skirts, loose jackets, long hair, and p-pretty makeup?

He was blushing and sweating, moaning as he ran a hand down his tight core, the alien feeling making his fingers buzz strangely, thinking about the pretty girls making his heart pound. But there was another feeling along with it, one that was a little more ugly.

"J-jealous?" he muttered breathlessly, his hand moving down to his erect shaft as he started to stroke instinctively for a moment, his brain locking onto Bridget.

Her cute clothes, her peppy voice and yo-yo and soft teddy bear was making him feel so strange. It was an intense feeling, a need, a yearning! But he had no idea why. It was like the song said, this feeling just didn't make sense!

It had to be right? Did part of him know why he was feeling like this? U-ugh he just couldn't think and figure it out al-

I never found out, what it was I

Tastes like vegetables I don't like

The second interruption came in the form of coughing, William's train of thought ending as he hacked on the sudden taste of carrots, something in his throat shifting pleasantly, the sounds shifting in pitch with each one. He was caught off guard by just how into the song he must have been to actually taste something like that, the cold sweat and shivering starting to scare him a little.

It wasn't normal, something that was becoming increasingly clear as he grabbed a rubix cube off his desk and spun it around with slightly longer fingers.

The town inside me

And everyone's voice

Only I'm not there

Just watching from afar

"A-ahugh~!?" he gasped, eyes widening as he squirmed, finally noticing something was wrong, almost dropping the cube as the feelings surged. His cock was throbbing hard, his muscles along with it, aching with hot and cold, something both scary and exciting to his conflicted mind.

I can't go home

Because I'm afraid

Something will change

Me without me

I'm the one to blame

"G-GAWD~!?" he bucked, screaming as his whole body was flooded with the sensations, William looking down in terror as his limbs visibly shook, like they were barely able to stay solid.

"N-no~! Don't~? What's- w-w-why~? My BOHHHH~!!!!" it wouldn't stop despite his confused protests, his hands spasming involuntarily as the cube rounded out, losing its edges as it melted into a sphere. It wasn't just any sphere though, it was a yo-yo, the realisation shaking him to his core as every ounce of muscle melted in unison.

I'm not waiting (for Santa Claus)

I already have the gifts just can't open the box (just can't open the box)

"MY ARMS? MY L-LEGS!" he cried, gasping as the higher-pitched, effeminate voice forced him to kick from pleasure, the now loose jeans falling away to reveal his smooth legs, the yo-yo dropping as the string remained tightly in his grip. "M-MY VOICE~!?"

He shot to his feet, gasping for breath, trying to make sense of it all as his cock twitched and throbbed in a conflicted delight. "I-I sound! I sound like... a girl?"

William whispered it to himself, the pounding of his heart growing faster as he gasped, blushing as a small smile broke out. For a moment, the thought of sounding… hell, even looking as pretty or cute as a girl drowned his soul in pure bliss. Not even sexual, just... happiness.

I know all about it, no one can stop it

"NO!" he screamed, his fear forcing him away from the feeling as he breathed heavily, grabbing his head with his slightly longer fingers, "this isn't a g-good thing! I'm a guy! Not a g-g-girl! I have to turn this off! This isn't normal! P-people aren't supposed to change like this!"

That's what he told himself at least, but he found his smile fading, the thought of stopping this strangely not interesting him at all. It was just as scary as letting this carry on? He whimpered in confusion, suddenly self conscious of all the features he had possessed only seconds ago, hugging himself at the idea of going back as his cock continued to pound from bliss.

Unless I just had to do something 'bout it

William looked down at himself once more, his green eyes starting to sparkle as he ran a hand over the perfectly smooth skin he now possessed. "O-oh~... oh wow. That's s-soft. Like... really soft."

The slightly more cheerful instruments were starting to drown out his fears, William's wide smile returning as he started to absentmindedly toy with the yo-yo, the world growing around him slightly as he thought back once more. Girls were pretty. He’d always noted that. The boys always thought he was weird for wanting to be a princess when playing knights and stuff. He had to settle for being a prince a lot. Why was that so upsetting again?

"Since they weren't as pretty..." he muttered to himself, his toes curling as they shrank while he blinked in thought, " and I wanted that. I want that. To be pretty. C-cute, like they were. That's why I hated all this stuff. It was wrong like... I wasn't being myself. I never was."

I never found out, what it was I

I hate the alarm clock I chose

The town inside me

And everyone's voice

Only I'm not there

Just watching from afar

As the chorus kicked in once more, William found himself shaken, gasping and shivering to the more victorious instrumental. His brown hair flowed down in front of his eyes as the strands lightened like the sun was shining down into them, the tingly warm feeling making him giggle. I-it couldn't be right though! He was a guy! H-he would have r-realised sooner right?

The blonde locks were softening, the rough, unappealing texture soon a thing of the past as William found himself with angelically pretty hair, the feeling of it making him shiver in delight as he cooed happily. He loved this hair. He loved it so so much, he was so overwhelmed by it that he rubbed the hair against his face, the softness making him giggle in breathless disbelief.

"I-it's... my hair. It's my hair~! It's soft~! It's pretty~! And cute~! And it's m-mine~!" he smiled, his heart pounding happily just as the music swelled, moving into an instrumental section as he shook and gasped. His obsession was filling his mind, but in a much different light, everything starting to click as his shining eyes sparkled with lengthening eyelashes.

His slim body shook as he gasped and shivered, his clothes feeling so wrong as he hugged himself, clutching the comforting yo-yo tight as each note of the song washed over him. Bridget was pretty. She was cute. H-he was attracted to her in more than just finding her hot though! She was... s-she was...

"Everything I want to be?" he whispered uncertainly, "n-no! No this has to be the changes m-messing with my head! I-I'm a boy! That's- that's..."

The fear was holding him back, the grey haze determined to prevent him from accepting his true self, the doubt taking hold for a moment.

William scrunched up his face, breathing heavily to stay focused as his features shifted, softening to the extreme as they grew increasingly girly, shrinking and compressing to what they always felt like they should be.

His hands shook from the raw feelings, his breathing uneven as he did his best to think coherent thoughts through the haze, gasping as he scrambled for his phone, the reflection of his favourite character staring back as he dropped it from shock. "I l-look... I look like- B-Brid- her!"

He was pretty. He was cute. The facts made his smile grow wider as the victorious music spurred him onward, the grey haze fading as the realisation began to click at long last. His doubt was scared of the change, scared of any kind of change and how those around him would see it, but that wasn't important. It never was. It was about what she wanted.

"I'm out of patience, my body is light~!" William sang in sync with the song, eyes opening with a newfound determination, the uncertain posture shifting to a far more confident stance. She was done waiting, she knew that now. It was time to take her new life with both hands.

"Let's paint the gray haze into sky blue~!" she cried, throwing her arm out as her clothes were engulfed by a liquid rainbow, looking like a transformation sequence from a magical girl anime. Her boxers darkened and compressed into latex shorts concealed by a lengthening, fluttery skirt.

Her old shirt opened up, a soft and pretty grey one forming beneath as a hood was thrown over her head, the sky blue rushing through the fabric as it became the familiar blue and white hoodie she had always imagined wearing.

"I know who you are~! And I know who I am~!" William went a little off script as her shoes burst into new vibrant forms, a wide smile filling her face as her thighs plumped out and brushed against her throbbing cock, her rear also gaining an additional layer of plushness.

"I'm not leaving you again~!" she sang, bouncing to the beat as she moved into the chorus, body filled with pleasure that was both emotional and sexual.

She knew now. She knew why she wanted to be cute, why she wanted to be pretty, and what it was about her obsession she loved so much. The music was drowning out any worry or concern, and now she was finally letting them go.

There is no where to go that, nowhere to go

It's all just food y'know

Me without me (I'm the one to blame)

"I-I'M A GIRL~!" she screamed, spinning and jumping in delight like the heroine at the end of a musical number, "I'M A GIRL~! I'M CUTE AND PRETTY AND I'M A GIRL~!"

The night falls, the place where I belong

No matter what changes, will no longer change me

She was nearing the climax in every way possible, from the pleasure, the song itself, and even the revelations. She let it wash over her, her crotch throbbing as her thighs wobbled, eyes sparkling as her heart pounded like she'd just run the most rewarding marathon ever.

No matter what (change), no, no, no, won't change me

"I-I'M A GIRL~!" she cried again with an infectious smile, just saying it, making her feel happier than ever. "A-AND MY NAME- MY NAME IS- I'M- I'M-"

She could feel the light filling her, setting her free from the chains of doubt as the name on the tip of her tongue was finally allowed to be said. It was a name she'd said plenty of times before, just not in this personal manner, and that name was- i-it was- it always was-

"BRIDGETTTTTTTTTT~!!!!!" she screamed in bliss, every climax washing over the new girl at once as she shivered and cried, riding her orgasmic waves with the biggest smile of her life.

I can feel the light, even after the sun goes down

The new girl gasped for breath, eyes rolled into her head as she collapsed onto her bed, blushing at the mess she’d made all over her floor as she pulled her shorts upwards.

"H-hehe... oops..." she muttered after a minute, "guess I got a little carried away then... not my fault that felt so good though..."

"T-that really just happened. But how? People don't change like that r-right?" Bridget thought for a moment, looking from the now fully downloaded game to her newly purchased figure, her heart fluttering from the sound of the feminine tone of her voice. Any one of the items could have been the cause. This whole thing was so impossible there was no way for her to guess what!

"Does... does it matter though? I mean... I'm me now. I'm happy. However this happened... I'm glad it did," Bridget beamed, hugging herself as she looked at her own reflection and did a giggly wink, "oh yeah, I'll definitely be winning a bunch of cute-offs like this~! Ohhhhhh I wonder if I'm any good with this yo-yo?"

She messed around with it for a bit, giddy with delight at just how comfy and cozy she felt in the soft clothes, with such a smaller, slimmer, and cuter body to boot~! It felt like heaven to her, Bridget certain she had never felt happier than this, wriggling over to her controller with a smile as she decided to start her new life off with some gaming.

Bridget was about to start the tutorial when she heard a knock on her door, blinking in confusion for a moment.

"Oh that must be Chris! I almost forgot I was supposed to be playing with him! But I guess he'll be in for quite a shock now! H-hehe..."

She worried for a moment, until a second gentle knock broke her from her thoughts, Bridget blushing and beaming in excitement as she discarded her worries, skipping from the room as she prepared to face her future with a smile. A future she would face as her true self.