Its not my fault. We were told to stand-by. Someone else shot first. I instinctively pulled the trigger on relfex and maybe a bit of fear. My headband shifts on my smooth silky hair, I adjust it back. I'm trying to ignore the rest of my body. But it screams for attention. I'm doing all I can to compose myself. But I fear its a losing battle. Wait.... Headband? My mind races and I look into myself to figure out what just happened....
We were all briefed about the situation. We couldn't beleive that Ghosts and Genies are real! We all thought it was a joke from the first day we were hired. Yet our superiors knew something we didn't. We were given these cool guns that supposedly had anti magic properties. We drilled and practiced some weird as fuck imaginary scenarios. I thought this was just some rich guy's fantasy. But now I wish I had paid more attention to our instructors. Its hard to maintain my position with this tiny dress on. I'm sitting on my hair. I can feel the gravel poking through to my butt.
We were given the time and place of the Apparition. Our thrity team squad cautiously infiltrated the ruins of some middle east town. Our boss' psychic said that a class Five D'jinn was about to appear. We were told not to engage under any circumstances. We were to wait until their Supreme Exorcist arrived to handle it. I've only seen him through pictures. I just thought he was some pompous made for TV hackjob. But now as my slender body shivers in the morning sunrise, I know this is all too real.
The ruined neighborhood seemed to crackle with some weird force when the D'jinn manifested. I could hear the collective gasps of fear even without our radios. This ain't no Blue Disney genie! This was something to be truly fearful of. The monster stretched his back and laughed a most wicked cackle. He knew we were here somehow. We did our best, but the pressure was too immense. The D'jinn glared menacingly in one direction. Someone else flinched and panicked and unloaded their whole clip. Then everyone else tried to shoot at it. But as the shots echoed and hit strange flesh. My commrades sudden blood-curdling, worsening screams echoed nastily through the hood. My own single shot hit the creature as well.
Time suddenly stopped. I could sense the powerful D'jinn inside my head. The evil thing was digging into my memories. I could do nothing as it scavenged my thoughts with his nasty nails. It picked out something I hadn't done in a long time. I used to crossdress as a kid. I would Pretend to be a girl. I would prance around my sisters bedroom and think of how pretty I was. The D'jinn laughed and it snapped me out of my stupor. My body armor and clothes underneath dissolved away and reformed itself to a womens dress. I was still a man, but completely dressed as a woman. As everything came to, I could hear the frustration and anguish of my CO through the dissapearing radio on my chest. With my underwear gone, it was silky stockings rubbing up on my thighs. My feet throbbed
as tight dressy shoes replaced my combat boots. The dress was equally tight on my stomach, but it wouldnt tear. My muscular abs were held in place. Its not coming off even if I tried.
The only thing that didn't dissolve away, was the weapon given to me. I guess it was magical. But if they could make a magical gun. Why couldn't they give us other magical items like body armor or charms to protect ourselves. I felt like usless fodder. A henchman or redsuit from Star Trek. Meant to die or stall the baddie before the hero arrived.
Suddenly, something clicked in my head. This genie is granting wishes! Fucked up, twisted wishes. I bet my squadmates got their wishes granted when they attacked it. I could only wonder what happened to them. I look down on my crossdressed body and it looks wrong. Not wrong that I'm a man dressed as a woman. But envious that I dont look good in the white dress from my childhood. I ponder wholeheartedly at what I am. I grew up and became manly to escape my urges. The D'jinn found a part of me that I need no longer deny. The monster thought that my deepest fear was being a girl. But he's doing me a favor. I cant go back to being a man. I hear a single shot in the distance. Someone surely offed themselves. I cant do that. But what if I shoot the D'jinn again? I see it prancing, laughing and bent back in glee over all our suffering. I need to shoot again.
As I fired a second shot from the gun, I winced and prayed with all my heart. Make me a complete woman! I chanted over and over in my head. The D'jinn turned my way and smiled as the bullet ricocheted off his shoulder. It didn't have to read my mind to know what I wanted. I could see in slow motion the expended shot from the gun falling to the ground. In those elapsed seconds, the weapon in my hand seemed heavier. My slender arms and dainty fingers do their best to hold
the gun up. My shoulders look smaller. My pecs and torso dont seem so tight anymore. Cascading black hair brushes up against my thinning back. My spreading hips and butt shift as I try to counter the weight of not only the gun, But my growing breasts. My boob flesh seems to fill up nicely the now not so empty cups of the white dress. My legs shift yet again, but this time into a more comfortable position now that my penis and balls are gone. The pantyhose deliciously contracts and rubs up on my new pussy. My heels are no longer digging into my feet. But its
still tight enough to restrict my toes from wiggling. I finally close my eyes and wink as the empty bulletshell lands. My new eyelashes almost seem stuck. But my eyes find a way to open wider than they ever had before. I get a full glimpse of my new body. I shiver in joyous delight as the warm sunrise finally hits me. My new body finally complete.
Through the screams, gurgles and sobs; I revel in my new female sensations. The magical gun lets out some strange wishy-washy song. As if alerting me to someones arrival. It can only be him.... Sounds of lightning strikes and the smell of ozone fill the air. Some guy in a Top-hat lands on the plaza where the D'jinn is. It's the Superme Exorcist! I hear a few cheers and woots probably from men who didn't shoot at the D'jinn. I should be happy as well. But I get a naggy feeling. I need to run away! I cant root for Him, and I can no longer be against the D'jinn either. If the
Exorcist wins, will I turn back? My fleeting womanhood gone like that? I have no clue how magic works. Did the D'jinn curse me? If I get away far enough from this fight maybe my body will stay the same?
A lound thunderclasp breaks some rubble near me. Enough to jolt me out of my ponderous funk. I dust off some dirt that landed on my chest. I wobble a bit as I stand on my feet. My center of gravity has changed. The morning sun fully hitting me. I debate wether to drop my gun. But I'd rather not. I need protection in this battle. I have no clue what happened to everyone else. I can only worry about me. The battle is fierce. A wall explodes and crumbles. Whats left of this building is going to collapse. I better get going. Get as far away as possible. I cant lose this new body. I think I can run on these heels. My own battle to exist has now begun.
