Ritual Rampage

 A biker in the countryside gets caught up in a town's strange ritual. 

Nana's Gift

It was an impromptu family reunion. I never knew I had so many Aunts and Uncles, cousins, nieces and nephews. Some were sad and somber, others wild and opportunistic. Everyone wanted a piece of Great Grandma's magical estate after her death. 

Grandpa, a powerful Court mage in his own right summoned us all. It took many of us days to get there. But when we did, he told us that there are things in Nana's mansion that are too dangerous. In three days, a magical barrier would soon be set up to avoid getting powerful artifacts into enemy hands. 

Per Nana's will and testament before she died, her descendants, we were allowed one magical item to inherit. She was a genius, witch inventor well known around the country. Our whole family are considered Nobles, so the King knows the items we take will be in safe hands.

The most powerful people in the family got first dibs. Unbreakable armor, Magical swords, Lazer wands, adamant shields. Even a magical car! Stuff that we couldn't comprehend in our wildest dreams. Nana was crazy like that. Anything she touched or created or infused with energy could be considered a magical weapon. I'm certain some of my family had been waiting for the day that Nana croaked so that they can own a unique item like that. 

Some were very Powerful. Nana's magical items directly went to their hands. Some shouted, others chanted and they instantly received their magical item. They're elites among elites. Now that the Adults had their new toys. It was a free-for-all! It was twenty to thirty of us cousins searching Nana's mansion, in a competition for what was left. 

Unfortunately for me. I was a scrawny, lanky, teenage boy. With barely any magical ability. I wonder how I'm even part of this country's upper class? I heard my Mom was some mage's mistress, So I guess I'm related. There was these really cool anti-gravity boots that I once saw as a kid that I wanted. But some of my cousins pushed me away with their magic and one beat me to it. Others found pleasure by simply chucking me outside just to deny me out of spite. One just beat me up for fun. What assholes.

Three days had passed. It's now or never. The house was ransacked many times. But a magic cleaning spell eventually put everything back. To my disappointment, anything that could be considered a weapon was gone. By now, practically everyone left for home. Happy with their new magical item. Time was running out for me.  

I had no choice but to rummage through random knick-knacks, hoping to find any sort of cool magical tool. But it just made me sad. As I looked around the place, I could see, feel and sense how lonely Nana's house felt now that she was gone. My body would tingle a bit as there might be a random magical item waiting for me. But when I touched stuff, I couldn't tell what the item did.

During my rummaging, I met up with one of my cousins. She wasn't very powerful either. She was almost like me. We could sense some magic, and that's about it. She was quite happy, because she found something she liked. Something just for her. In Nana's kitchen, she found a magic wand that makes Tofu appear. She likes to cook and make food, so that thing was perfect for her. I couldn't help but feel a little jealous. 

I resigned myself to realize that there's no cool weapons anymore. Maybe I can get something simple to help me in my daily life. Hopefully I can find it before Grandpa seals up the place. I said goodbye to my cousin, and continued my futile search.  

I made my way to what looks like a guest bedroom. I grab the doorknob. My whole body starts to quiver. Something here is giving me the tingles. Could this room have the item meant for me? I can only hope its not my imagination running wild and I make my way inside.

The room was pretty simple. Just a bed, an A/C against the wall and a dresser drawer. I lifted the mattress and looked under the bed. Nothing. I took off my shoes and climbed on the bed to take a look at the air conditioner, hoping to find something hidden inside it. Nothing. All that was left was to look inside the dresser drawer. 

I cautiously grabbed the handle and pulled. My brain tingled a bit. Something here has to be it. But alas, it was just a drawer full of women's bras and panties. They were cute, I guess. But I'm a guy. Another disappointment in my life. Maybe I'm just unlucky? 

What if there's something underneath? As I stick my hands and rummage the soft silky things, there was a dangerous Zap! An electric shock instantly made my hands pull back. My brain was tingling like mad! As I looked towards the drawer to figure out what shocked me..... There was a soft pink bra in one hand, And tiny pink panties in the other How? Did I grab them instinctively? 

I chucked that alien, satiny, underthing away towards the bed. A shiver went down my spine as the bra got away from me. My other hand though, had a death grip on the tiny underwear. That's not right. What does a teenage boy need with a girly feminine things like that? 

I plop myself on the bed, and fall back, staring up at the ceiling. The bra is there by my side laying on the bed, still sending tingly signals into my brain. I want to ignore it, forget about it, and move on to the next room. But I find myself stuck in place, staring up at the stucco patterns on the ceiling. Contemplating the meaning of it all. Minutes are feeling like hours.

A tear falls down my side. Is it a tear of despair, hope or resignation? 

When suddenly I realize. I'm holding the bra again, above me at arms length. Between me and the ceiling. Like some sort of demented, perverted prize. The panty, its other twisted half, was burning my other hand metaphorically. Like if it was aware of its devious existence. 

I think I have my item. I can't deny it. No doubt about it. There's nothing left for me to look for. Anything else is irrelevant. 

I have to get naked.

My body suddenly on auto-pilot sets the panty down on the bed this time. Gently set aside so I can focus on the bra. Its too precious an item. I unbuckle my belt and wiggle my pants and boxers off. My bare butt is on the bed. I pull my legs up with my heel on the bed and my socks are flung off. I glance towards the door, futile hoping someone would stop me and smack me back into reason. But nothing in the world can stop what's going on. I unbutton my shirt from top to bottom and toss it away from me. My undershirt soon follows. 

I'm in my dead Nana's house, Naked as the day I was born. I wanna feel embarrassed and ashamed. And I am. But those tingles are ramping up. These are the strongest I've ever felt in my entire life. It's that bra. It wants me to wear her. To be one with her. Almost like it's calling for me.

I sit back up. I'm preparing myself for something strange. With the Bra in my hands, I instinctively fiddle with the straps. Pulling and adjusting them to some size I know is right in my head. I see the hooks in the back and I can tell they're going to make my back itchy in a good way. It's stretchiness was taunting, goading me to put it on. 

I put my arm through one side of the bra. The whole of my body trembling in joy and excitement. My other arm finds its way through the other gap. The tingling of my nervous body reaches levels I've never felt before. It gives me a painful, embarrassing erection. 

But it still doesn't feel complete until I fasten the back. My arms try to twist backwards and my hands nervously fiddle as they grab both halves of the bra. My goal is to make them join into one. A true effort to feel complete. My fingers poke the loops and hooks looking for a way to come together. I never knew my hands were so adept. But they did it. The bra was finally clasped and everything was right in the world. 

But no ensemble wasn't complete without its partner. I pick up the dainty, elastic, beautiful thing and stretch it. The panty seemed to unwrinkle itself before my eyes. It had a pink cloth patch in the front and barely anything in the back. How could something so girly fit on a boy's body? I was about to find out. My toes curl in excitement as somehow the tiny garment shifts and wiggles its way from ankles, to knees, and up to my butt. Its elasticity holding up well as it finds a new home hanging off my boyish hips. Strangely, my dick is somewhat nestled and hiding as best it can between my legs. A bulge is there, but no erection anymore to make it worse. But I feel so relieved by what seemed an impossible task. I sigh nervously. A nagging piece of the boy in me still feels that this is wrong. But the softness enveloping me, the tag team duo of women's underwear, says otherwise....

"How's my gift? Do you like it? I hope it fixes the lack of curves you got, and gives you much needed confidence, my lovely, granddaughter."

I look around the room excitedly. I almost get dizzy looking around. Its a raspy, yet honey filled sound. Filled with joy and care. I recognize that the voice inside my head. It's my Nana! I haven't seen her in like five or six years. But I know its her! 

I've only seen my Nana a few times in her busy life. But each visit to her was unforgettable. Despite how big and crazy this magical family is. I realize I am one of them, and I finally felt grateful to be a part of it. The magic happening right now all around me is terrifying  yet it feels safe and comfortable. I don't know if its really her or some magic inside the bra, but I cant lie to it.....

"I'm sorry Nana.....But I'm not your granddaughter, I'm one of your many grandsons. Your magic must have made a mistake in choosing me? Why does this feel so wrong yet so right? I'm not supposed to wear these things meant for a woman. I'm just a man. Or at least I'm trying to be? What's wrong with me? Isn't there a better magic for me? I don't want to be labeled a pervert..." 

I look down on my scrawny body. I'm a teenage boy barely containing a pink bra and panty; talking to a voice in my head. Everything wrong in the world is contained inside me. 

"Nonsense my child! Everything has a reason, and well within my plans. Everyone in my family got the item they needed. They think they chose it. But my devices are tantamount to their abilities. This was always meant for you. Even though you are naïve and prone to nervousness, you are humble. And worthy of being my successor. I've known this since the day your were born to my dimwit Grandson. Obviously I'm not going to make it easy for you. You'll need to forge your own path. But I'm going to push you in the right direction."

"Now lets fix that outer shell of yours and open you to all the world's possibilities, I'll be with you always, my child."

By now the tingling in my body was an afterthought. I certainly had been spreading all over for a while now, ever since Nana's voice was in my head. But I realize now, it's my magic spreading. It's my own power finally unlocked and Nana's energy is guiding me, coaching me, finding the right areas to spread it. Like if I'm being reset.....

A growing weight started pulling down on my shoulders. My bra straps were digging in to my softening flesh. I was transfixed as I glanced down onto my chest. I was growing boobs. It's weight, undeniable, inevitable. Was this the logical outcome of donning a magical bra? My body leant forward as soft pale skin pushed out farther and farther. My new boobs were now sagging but they held in place by the cups of the bra. The elastic on my back stretched and the cups held fast. The bra was doing its job. I guess I adjusted them to the right size after all! 

My male chest was no more. I had an upper body that oozed femininity. If my old shoulders had any masculine definition, they were gone now. My forearms, all the way down to my wrists and fingers were permanently girlish. My arms found their way under my breasts, and a gentle squeeze on my stomach, pushed my already generous breasts up higher. 

The pink panties still felt tight on my hips. But now, they were in a perfectly higher position. My flat, stocky boyish abdomen gave way to a taut stomach and curvy hips and round butt of a healthy teenage girl. The transformation surely gave me a body that any woman would envy. 

I have never seen a woman's private parts. But I knew Nana's magic would leave me strong and healthy down there. I clenched new muscles and felt new nerves that weren't there before. I feel a bit sad for my lost dick, as I've owned it all my life. But the magic flowing in me and the tingles that took it away give me a sense of comfort that everything will be alright. 

With no penis anymore, I feel extra mobility and range in my slender legs. My knees touch themselves together in a posture that I couldn't achieve as a boy. I can tell my brain is rewiring itself to get used to this new, womanly posture I have now.... 

I snap out of it. I've been in a daze. All these new sensations are happening yet my sense of time is lost. How long have I been standing here in this room? What could have been hours may have just been minute passing by. My body is aware of all sorts of magic that I couldn't feel before. It's scary and overwhelming. 

Any physical trace of me being a teenage boy is gone. Can I give up being a boy and embrace the girl in me? Nana decided that she wants me to be a girl. Was I useless as a boy? Can I live up to the expectations of a ghost inside my magic Bra?  Nana says she's with me, but I cant feel her voice inside my head right now. Despite this new body. I'm starting to feel a panic attack like I used to have when I was a boy....

*KNOCK KNOCK!* Someone is at the door. The door jiggles and slowly opens....

"George! Its me, your cousin Claire! I think I sense you in here? Did you finally find a magic item? Grandpa is finally calling for all of us to leave....." 

The young lady is surprised by the sight of another girl in the guest bedroom! She lets out a gasp as she realizes who it is....

"George is that you? What's wrong?" Why are you a girl now?"

"A lot happened, Claire. Yeah an Item found me. I think I should be called Gina now."

Emotional tears well up in the newly reborn girl's eyes.

"Claire, I need your help. Can you take me to Grandpa?" 

Cursed Painting

 A security guard is going to have fun with his coworker.

Elf Blanket

Brrrr. It's freezing in this dank old cottage. Uncle's cabin is a crazy mess. It's blustery and the windows rattle. Looks like sleet and hail. It's getting so dark even though its daytime. I can barely walk around the messy place. But it looks like I'm stuck here for a few days.

I hope Mom and Dad are alright. They took off with Uncle in some sort of emergency. We were on our way to one of his villas. But a messenger owl appeared and redirected all of us to one of Uncle's storehouses. This place I'm at right now. The owl told my Dad to head here, it's a safe place that only magicians like us can sense.

The cottage was blurry but I could see something in the distance as we got closer. Mom said that my magic sense is still developing. And I'm lucky that I could see anything at all. The minute we made it there, all hell broke loose. Rain, thunder and wind battered the carriage we were in. As Mom and Dad did a magic symbol to open the gate. Uncle appeared in between lightning bolts. I could hear my parents arguing with him about me, but Uncle's words were strong. I then heard a rattling in my head. Psi-speak.

"Nephew. We must fight a menacing Storm Dragon. We will be gone for some time. Stay here inside my safehouse. I give you access to all the things there. But be wary, many things are dangerous for a young beginner like you." Uncle struck me with a strange magic and in another lightning flash. The three of them teleported and disappeared. 

My lanky teenage legs did their best to run towards the door. But by the time I turned the knob, I was drenched! My clothes weighed a ton with all the water it absorbed. My feet sloshed on the floor, but I did my best not to tread water in Uncle's cabin. But what was strange as I explored the place, candles would turn on, flicker and extinguish as I went by. This place despite my fears, has piqued my curiosity. 

I felt a chill in my bones. I coughed and sneezed a bit as I wandered. I need to get out of these clothes. This place seems bigger than what it looks from the outside. My jaw chattered. I'm cold. I think Uncle said that I have free reign here. I'm not that good at magic, but I have to try something. So I thought to myself; 'I need a blanket to stay warm. I need a fireplace to dry my clothes.' 

I looked around, staring in one direction, I felt a tingle go down my back. I walked toward a closet, as if something was guiding me. I opened it. There I saw an old, green blanket, bound by ropes. It felt warm and I could feel staticky tingles as my pruny hands caressed the cloth. It was so warm and inviting, I didn't hesitate to untie the ropes and unfold it all. But, I didn't want the blanket to get damp with all the wet clothes on me. So I decided to get naked. I undressed myself. My slender, boyish body shivered as I discarded my wet clothes onto a pile. That green blanket looked so warm and inviting, I didn't feel embarrassed. Why should I? There's no one here but me. 

I felt an odd, tingly warmth as I draped the blanket over me. I was instantly warm and dry beneath it. Definitely magic. Is this what an adventurer would use when sleeping out in the forest? As I rustled myself inside the blanket. I could swear I felt taller and lighter. Did my old wet clothes really weigh me down that much? As I turned my head to look around. The cloth rubbing on my scalp, my hair seemed to get longer. My shoulders soon tickled. Not just from my new hair cascading, but the blanket seemed to be stuck on my skin. 

The green blanket seemed to have a mind of its own now. It churned, massaged, and squeezed me all over. My back, hips and butt hurt. The warmth seemed to hit every muscle in my body, down to my bones. I felt a bit too warm now. I tried to separate the living blanket off me. I squirmed and heaved. But all I could accomplish was separating the blanket around my chest. But the minute that happened, as I looked down in the dimly lit hallway, I felt top heavy. Two modest breasts jutted out of me! The blanket pushed on my back somehow changing my posture. The blanket is forcing my back to push out my chest. It's making my boobies seem even bigger. 

My arms and hands seemed less bound now for some reason. And despite a boys instinct to touch girl boobs, my hands made their way under the blanket and across smooth hips and towards my crotch. I gasped in surprise. My dick was gone! I felt a prickly, fuzzy mound between my legs. I had girl parts now. I wanted to scream with all my might. A loud girlish wail that would be hidden by the storm outside. But my senses prevailed. My mom in the past had said that curses gain more power if you're in a crazed emotional state. Dad had given me some meditation practice before. I calmly breathed in and out to gain my composure.

"This warm blanket must be cursed. It turned me into a girl...No not just that. I think I'm an elf now." I said to myself. I knew I had to be one, cause I feel two pointy ears being weighed down by the blanket over my head. I must remain calm. With the green blanket still caressing my body, I cant let the blanket control me. I take a deep breath. My family is going through something much worse than me turning into a girl. They're fighting a Dragon while I get to fight against some dirty old blanket. All I can do now is wish for them to survive and come back in one piece. 

I then remember the second part of my desire. To find a fireplace. I'm still stuck here in this place. My clothes from when I was a boy are still wet. They need to be dry before they get smelly and moldy. I look around in other directions, and I feel that familiar tingle again. I bundle and grab my clothes. Hopefully it's a regular fireplace this time and not a cursed one. I walk with a new feminine gait in the direction of the tingles. Thunderclaps and rumbles are heard all over. My elf senses are aware and acute. Miles away, there's a fierce battle of magicians against a dragon. And right in front of me is my own battle to turn back into a man. 

Link's Cheer Outfit

When Madame Couture finally finished Link's newest outfit. Link could only grit his teeth in silent anger as She unveiled her creation. A pink cheerleader uniform! Link was expecting something "not-girly" He was okay with light colors. Pink could be manly if worn correctly. But Madame Couture did something crazy unexpected with the Material Link struggled so hard to find in that dangerous
Drabland dungeon. The pink cheerleader outfit clashed with everything he stood for. Link, trying to be the gentleman that he is, forced himself a grateful smile and thanked the master designer. He shoved the outfit in the back of Madame Couture's closet. Hoping to never use it. It was just too wrong for him.

But after weeks of adventuring, discovering more materials and having more awesome outfits made. Link had a growing, nagging feeling about that pink cheerleader uniform. Things were getting tougher. But Link persevered. He had amassed all these cool powerful outfits and each one with a special ability! He was starting to get curious over what kind of effects the pink suit would have. Embarrassment be dammed! If it would mean more rupees and saving the kingdom of Hytopia. But he just wished that Madame Couture made something cooler and not girly.

So really early one morning, while madame Couture was still in bed sleeping. Link sneaked in to the store and sneakily went in to the closet to put on the frilly pink uniform. It looked completely alien to him. It looked so revealing and tiny. A shiver of fear went through him. Or was it simply the coldness of the pre-morning? The sun had yet to rise. Link quietly looked up and spotted a few of her cats hanging around. Only they will know what went on this day.

Link finally took off all his old clothes and stood there buck naked with only the outfit and the mirror before him. He wasn't exactly proud of his pudgy body. But he's still a few months away from another growth spurt. He was still just a kid. Link thought to himself that he better get on with it. The sooner he gets it on, the better. He figured he had enough time to sneak out of town and try the neglected outfit in a few areas in the Drablands that would be simple enough for him to beat. He would test the outfit just once and put it back on the hanger again.

As Link prepared the uniform, pull it off the hanger. A lowly pantie fell to the ground. It was white and plain. Easy enough to wear, Link thought to himself. The pantie was tighter than it looked as he put his legs through them and shimmied them up to his waist. The Elastic squeezed and bit at him as he let go of the panties. A satisfying snap seemed to be heard all throughout the store. And that scared him. A cat raised his head a bit to see the commotion. All it could see was Link's embarrassed face.
Link was glad only the cat saw him naked wearing women's clothes. How would the townsfolk react if they saw him like that?

Link was in awe at his reflection in the mirror. Even his thighs looked bigger with the pantie hanging off his pale hips. He turned around at with the mirror glanced at his back. His bottom looked deliciously girly. As he stared, his lower back and butt looked like someone else's body? Was this the panties doing or has his butt always been this girly to begin with? No wonder why sometimes strangers and townsfolk would confuse him for a girl. He hated that.

Links new panties felt strangely soft on his body. Having been used so long to wearing boxers, it was both naughty and exciting wearing something like that. The longer he stared at his crotch, the stranger it seemed to look. Somehow that frilly white pantie easily hid his junk. Almost like his genitals were being absorbed back into his body. 'Magic is real' Link thought, but you just cant lose your junk like that. He snorted in denial.

Being almost completely naked and the store suddenly seeming more colder than usual, Link could feel his knees starting to tremble and shiver. His toes ached suddenly for warmth. There was a pair of tiny white socks he could wear. Still within sight of the big mirror, he went towards a stool to sit down. Link's little toes wiggled in joy as silky, frilly socks will soon cover them.  As he bent up his legs to put them on, Link realized that he seemed a bit taller now. He did gain a few inches when he stood back up! Link realized that magic was afoot. He was wary, but his curiosity was growing.
'Well, on to the next piece,' Link thought.

The flowing pink cheerleader skirt looked too small for him. As he stroked the soft, fabric, Link discovered a tiny little zipper. He pulled it down a bit and the opening now looked a bit more easier to get into. Link gently laid the pink skirt on the carpeted floor and placed his now dainty socked feet inside them. As this new fabric went up his legs just like the pantie did earlier, Link was surprised at how girly and slender his fingers looked. They seemed to have changed too. Seeing new hands, Link realized how 'boyish' his sausage fingers used to be. He knew they worked fine ever since he started this crazy adventure. But now Link was wondering how these new hands could handle a sword, arrows and various other tools? He saved that thought for later. He'll find out soon enough out on the Drablands.

One thing Link found out is how easily his thumb and index finger pulled up the skirts zipper with ease. His new skirt rested gently on his hips and butt. Slightly above his modest white panties. The problem of tiny width of the skirt was gone. Link's slender tummy didn't bulge out or hang over. It was a dangerously perfect fit. Link stared at the mirror with his newest piece of clothing. He had a flat stomach and a dare he say cute belly button. In the back of his head he wanted to say he felt freaky. Here was a naked boy only wearing a pink skirt! People would call that being a pervert. He wanted to tear off the alien pieces of clothing and go back to being a boy. But his sense of curiosity kept egging him on.

Link shivered again as a cool draft wafted in from somewhere in the shop. It ruffled his skirt a bit. Link saw that and his eyes gleamed. It seemed the little pink skirt just begged to be flipped. It brought back memories of his childhood friend doing the same to girls back in his home village when he was younger. Link stared at the huge mirror and his reflection. He grabbed the sides of his pink skirt and gave himself a little flip. It was innocent enough. His reflection looked deliciously naughty as the skirt got a bit of air and his white panties were seen. Link giggled and smiled. Maybe he was a pervert? Link raised his toes off the floor and did a couple of pirouettes, furthermore spinning his skirt outward. 'Why was I afraid of this?' Link thought to himself. He hadn't had this much fun in a good long time.

As Link giddily kept spinning and posing for the mirror. His blond hair seemed to get in the way of his face. 'Was it always this long?' Link thought to himself. There seemed to be some extra added volume to his head! His hair was quite long now. Blond tresses seemed to tickle the back of his neck. His pointy ears that he was famous for, poked out of his puffy soft yellow hair. His long trademark sideburns dangled cutely as his hair seemed to get longer right before his eyes.

Link looked around what was left on the outfit on its hanger and saw a pink ribbon tied gently on it. Link knew instinctively what that ribbon was for. Link didn't have a brush or a comb, so he used the next best thing to try to fix his dangling, unruly hair. His slender fingers. As Link ran his fingers through his hair, He started gathering most of it up on top of his head. A high pony-tail. High up there, his blond hairs would no longer tickle his smooth slender, shoulders and back. Kill two
birds with one stone he thought. He wrapped the pink fluttery ribbon around his locks of hair, gave it a few passes and made a pretty bow on top. Link smiled once again at his newest accomplishment. He had been feeling strangely cute ever since he started this little adventure. Now more so.

By now there was one more piece of the outfit to go. Link feel see the tiny top practically begging to be worn. As Link pulled up the top through the hanger, two fuzzy pom-poms fell to the floor. 'I guess a cheerleader outfit needs those to be complete.' Link thought to himself. With a hanger in one hand and a cheerleader top in the other, Link never noticed that the wire hanger was specifically contoured for women's clothing in mind. A wire frame gave the pink top its form. Now that it was separated from the metal hanger, the top looked a little droopy. The metal gave it feminine support. Link wondered to himself if there was anything in the store he could use to stuff the top with. It wouldn't look right and it would probably wrinkle up the outfit when he battled. Madame Couture wouldn't like that.

But Link thought he'd better try it on first. It's the reason why he started all of this in the first place. Fear and hesitation were long gone. But Link was now feeling guilty, he shouldn't have sneaked in. That was not something a hero should've done. Whatever spell or magic caused by the pink uniform that he's under, somehow he hopes it not to be permanent. Link hopes that he turns back to normal once he removes the 'cheer outfit.' He realizes that the fabric he recovered from that dungeon is some powerful stuff. Things are left down in the deepest darkest dungeons are there for a reason. This pink fabric is probably one of them. 'Enough thinking!' Link thought to himself. 'I need to get this over with' But that was just an excuse. Link needed that top on him. The magic spell just didn't let him feel complete without it.

Link felt a warmth inside of him like no other sensation before or since. He stared at the mirror. Pink clothes dangling above his head. He closed his eyes as the cloth touched his soft hair. He grabbed the soft pink top and eased his head through the opening. His ears wiggled and ponytail moved a bit as the cloth moved down and rested on his shoulders. The ribbon held itself. His slender arms found their way through the holes on the sides. He was wearing it! Everything. Link opened up his eyes and gave himself the once over. Up and down the mirror, he checked himself out. He failed to notice the other changes to his face. Rosy red cheeks. Long pretty eyelashes. An even daintier nose. Former boyish facial features transformed into a perky, young ladies' face. It was an all new Link. But the new Link had other things on his mind. He was now wearing Madame Couture's Cheer outfit!

Link twirled again! Nothing out of place. It was a perfect fit. A stretchy elastic band nestled on his ribcage. Link shifted his shoulders and found a perfect range of movement in that perfect fabric. 'Madame Couture surely is a genius, even though I'm wearing girl clothes, she always finds a way for all her stuff to fit!' Link thought happily to himself.  'That i except for the chest area.' Link sighed. Something was lacking, he remembered that something needed to fill the void on his chest.

Link looked at his body. He peeked down the top. His own flat male chest wasn't helping maintain the cuteness of his new outfit. Link poked at his chest. He pinched the fabric, and it tented out as he pulled it.'The shape is there,' Link thought. 'My pink cheerleader top needs more definition. Maybe some rolled up cloth laying around?' He had found his first mission! With a glint of determination in his cute eyes, Link took off!

As Link left the mirror and the dressing room to quietly look around for something to fill his fake bosom with. Light was starting to sneak in through the windows. Link realized that he had to go! He tried harder going through Madame Couture's things. Link found a pair of shoes that seemed to fit. They seemed to match his outfit, so he put them on. Link's chest felt warm. He blamed that on his nervousness. Time was running out. But a strange jiggle began on little Link's thinning frame. At first it pulled and tugged gently on Links bare chest. As he carefully searched the store, his nipples got more pointy and protruded out. Soft, new womanly breasts were emerging! Link was unaware of his changes because of his new found focus to look 'complete.' He hurriedly grabbed a few silky sashes and bunched them up in his feminine hands. With no other choice, he pulled the stretchy fabric of his top to place the wound up ball of silk in them.... When Link's eyes bulged out in surprise and his girlish jaw dropped! Link found new cleavage sexily greeting him back. Link gasped in surprise at his new discovery! Two magnificent orbs of femininity were now nestled inside his pink top. Link's reaction was to scream at this final surprising change! What seemed like a big gulp of air was taken in by Link's petite chest. An intense bodily reaction a forming. A young lady, was about to scream.....

"YOUNG MAN!" A shrill angry voice boomed through the shop! It was Madame Couture! She was dressed in an extravagant night gown. Surely one of her crazy designs. "Link! How dare you interlope in my home! And at all crazy times of night! Shame on you boy! My cats came to warn me about an intruder, I didn't expect it to be you!" The chubby old lady's face then grew bigger with a wicked smile. She realized what was going on. "Oh you young lad! I see now why you are here!" Her cackling laugh was heard once again through the whole shop. She only stopped laughing when she started to wheeze.

Link was caught. His feminine face flustered red with guilt. What was just a start of some adventuring turned into something much more serious. Link felt a need to run away. He never runs, but somehow this new body of his wanted to just get away, go hide somewhere and cry. But Link couldn't leave, somehow he was stuck right there. Staring down at Madame Couture. Somehow Link knew that it was her doing. Her cats were circling around him. Some sort of spell.

Madame Couture's eyes lit up behind her dark sunglasses. "You, Link! I was going to forgive you for not wearing my 'Cheer outfit.' I made so many fashionable outfits for you! You eagerly wore them! All except for the one you're wearing right now! Fashion knows no gender! I knew you were a busy boy trying to save Hytopia and Princess Styla, but it pissed me off knowing that you totally ignored my Cheer Outfit! I know you've had a hard time lately with a few battles. Fights and dungeons that could have been solved had you given up your pride as a man and simply worn this pink outfit! How many friends and doppels have been hurt because you didn't use all the tools at hand? You need to learn a lesson, Link!" She hissed.

Madame Coutures' cats spun harder and faster around Link. Madame Couture began to mumble words in a strange language. Link's whole body started to hurt. Link's brain was swirling. Not because of the spinning cats but because new magic was taking space in his brain. A vision was revealed to Link. Madame Couture was in his head. She caused Link's gender to change. She explained that His punishment was his lack of faith in himself to save Hytopia and everyone in it. Tools are there for a reason. Link's pride as a male warrior means nothing if he cant save the kingdom. Madame Couture gave link one more vision as her cats swirled around the gender changed hero. A quest. A quest to gain back his manhood to see what path in life Link wants to take. Go back to a man or stay a woman forever. The prophecy still stands whether you are male or female. Hytopia still needs you! Choose your Destiny boy!

The action swirled down. Headaches and magic and cats all gone. And when link came to, On his new pink uniform was a strange symbol. It wasn't there before he was caught by her. Link wanted to go up and ask her what that symbol meant. But Madame Couture was gone. Not gone in a fit of magic, but back into her bed. She managed to sneak away and go back to sleep. Link could hear her snoring through the walls of the store. Link realized she was powerful witch. He'd best not bother her for a while. Link looked at his new body. There's nothing he can do for the moment. He was alone again.

Link was still stuck as a girl. He picked himself up off the floor. His newly transformed body had a sense of permanence to it. He definitely felt weak and girly. Link meditated there on the store's floor. He sensed that his heart containers were back to three. Months of hard work to gain them, all gone! He had to start all over. Time to hit back all those dungeons he breezed through all those times past. He'd have to grit and bear it and partner up all over again, with strangers and more doppels. Link stood up and dusted himself off. Dirt and fluff flew off his pink uniform. As he dusted off his top, Link could truly feel the heft of his breasts now. They were heavier than they looked. The same feeling happened when he patted himself on the butt. It felt strangely good. But that's something he'll have to deal with another day. Femininity is something new he's just not ready for. But at least Link felt healthy. He was a girl now. But there are worse things he could have been transformed into. There was a jiggle in his step as he picked up his pom-poms. He posed cutely for the mirror. 'I guess this is the new me eh?' Link opened the door and the cool morning air hit him, he quietly walked out the door.

Link's adventures will begin anew.

Kappa Convict

I can feel the wet drizzle on my soft, slimy skin. I'm smelling things that I could never have done as a human. I can sense the fading scent of Guards and their dogs in the distance, but I'm so far enough away that they can never catch up. Plus, my own scent is no longer of the prisoner Clyde. But of the creature I've become. Am I some sort of frog girl now? No. Something quite different. A kappa. Yes. That's what I am now. This must have all started when I swallowed that shiny marble. I'm leaning on a tree in my new swampy home, trying to remember what just happened some hours ago.

***

I was an inmate in a state penitentiary. One of the chosen prisoners that was finally put to do roadside cleanup. I was on good behavior with a few others and we were bused to some lonely place in the middle of nowhere near some freeway. It was a long and hard day, but we picked up lots of trash and junk off the roads. Despite my small size because of bad health and  too much drug use, I felt like I did a lot of work. The guards were quite relaxed, but still kept a watchful eye on all of us. As the muggy, humid, afternoon was winding down. I found a shiny marble mixed in with the dirt and an old bottle of water nearby.

While a guard was looking away I picked up both things. I used the water to wash off the marble. It was like nothing I've ever seen before. It almost looked like a pearl. I tried to find a way to hide it. I'm sure an inmate or a guard would want to take it away from me. I had some pockets but surely they would find it there when we get back on the bus. So I did the only thing someone could do in that situation. Swallow it. I had done it before with nickelbags and balloons before I got caught and arrested. I was still serving a couple of years for armed robbery, possession with intent to sell drugs. I still had a long time before I could even get paroled. Going outside like this, made me feel a bit like a free man. So I take what I can get, on this boring life as a convict.

I was lucky, nobody saw me swallow and pass the marble. It looked solid enough that I could barf it out when we made it back to prison. As the pearl made its way down my esophagus. Weird shit started happening. I felt funny.It was a strange high. Not unlike when I did some peyote and shrooms all those years ago. My body was giddy. I couldn't help but laugh a bit and hiccup too. My eyesight was wonky.So I decided to sit on the grass and hear the cars drive by. I thought I may as well ride it out. The guards let us have a little break while they were getting the buses ready.

I don't know how many minutes I was dazed out. But I was snapped back into it by the tug on my ankle chain. The guy locked up with me rustled me back to the land of the living. He warned me that the guards were coming and for me to knock it off. He also said that I looked a little sick. He said my body was starting to get a greenish tone all of a sudden. I looked down on myself and he was right. I saw blotches of green skin all over my arms. Almost like bruises. My face started to sting a bit too. Almost like if all my bones in my face were grinding.

I also felt a lot smaller too. I felt downright tiny. The prison issued orange jumpsuits looked huge on me as well. I felt like standing up. My legs quaked a bit. I figured they were asleep from sitting on the dirt. But I felt a jiggle. My ass never jiggled. I looked down and I touched my hips. Thinking my rubbing would make them wake up again. I felt curvy. I had bigger hips too. This felt wrong. I saw locks of green hair suddenly cascade down my face. I let out a gasp! How could hair grow so fast? I just had it cut a week or two ago. I heard an 'oh shit!' from the guy chained before me. I guess I'm not dreaming. He's seeing me change too.

My hands felt heavy and itchy. As I stared into my greenish tinted palms. The skin between my fingers was looking funky. They were looking more webby? I could see the skin stretching out between all my digits! I would wiggle my fingers and they would move less and less as the webbing connected together. 'What the fuck?' The other guy mumbled! Indeed, I thought in my head. I wanted to say something, but my mouth was silent. I want to say something. But whatever is happening to me, that pearl I ate isn't letting me say a word.

The changes that were happening in me soon made its way into my chest. and groin. I could feel growing tingle in my nipples. And a painful throb in my genitals. Two green orbs pushed out farther as what I was sure breast tissue was replacing my flat male chest. My new breasts jiggled under my orange jumpsuit. I had a definite rack now! I hunched over forward with a painful crunch because downstairs, I couldn't feel my dick anymore.  All I could feel was the empty space in my underwear, there was no bulge anywhere. Only something new and womanly. If you could call it that. There was no denying that I was a woman now. But I was something else too. Something not human.

I looked around. Surely someone else is seeing me transform. The guy next to me is the only one who saw me turn into this. But there are no guards near us. I look in the distance. There's a brawl in another chain gang quite a few yards away. Some really big nasty dudes. They must have gotten in a big argument. Sad, I guess their privileges are going to be revoked. The guards are all over there trying to break it up. It was strange, somehow, I could not only see it, but sense the riot in the distance. I felt a pain in my feet. I had a need to take my shoes off. When I looked down, my old feet were gone! That same webbing that was between my fingers were now there on toes! They looked like froggy flippers!

Now that I took off my shoes, I took a look at the hard metal cuff holding me down. My ankles looked tiny enough to escape the cuffs! A thought ran through my head. Do I want to escape? I think I do. Whatever I'm turning into surely is going to cause a riot back at the prison. I was in the psych ward for a few months. I was their guinea pig. It wasn't a pleasant experience. I didn't feel like a monster. But others would. They would not be afraid of dissecting an inmate turned frog-lady.

I glance over at my fellow prisoner. He's freaking out! I can tell by the look in his horrified eyes that he thinks that I'm going to eat him. Or turn him into someone like me, like some sort of zombie bite. Just looking at him makes me aware that I cant go back to prison. Not with them, not with anyone.

The list of strange changes in me just got bigger. Once my tiny, webbed toes touched the earth, I became aware of everything! The inmates and guards. I felt some bodies of water a few miles away, and some cool, inviting swamps too. There was a new itch on top of my scalp. Something was telling me that I needed water on top of my head. The desire was too great. By now the guy chained with me was screaming and hollering bloody murder. And that got the guards attention! I pulled and yanked the chain. Trying to pull out and wiggle my ankle through the small opening. My green skin was making a bit of slime and that seemed to help out. I looked up, The guards were coming closer and two of them had their dogs. I could smell the anger in the dogs. They were afraid of me. But their loyalty to their masters made them brave.

After what seemed an eternity, I finally came free of my ankle chain. I looked around me, the freaked out guy was running for cover, dragging his part of the chain. Trying to hide behind other shackled inmates. Screaming off the top of his lungs 'Monster!' All their eyes were on me! I could feel their anger, jealousy, lust, fear and rage. Surely I would have thought that way too had I still been human. Those bad thoughts made my head hurt. Suddenly, from far away, I could taste the smell of gunpowder. A shot was fired towards me. Was my new body able to run? How fast could these little womanly legs take me? There was one way to find out....

*BANG Zoom!* I could hear and feel the gunshots whiz by me and land on the soft grassy soil near me. I could feel my monstrous adrenaline flowing within me. I was running as fast as I could. There were no longer any gunshots. But other guards were getting closer to me. Their dogs were ahead of them, trying to bite my legs, and hold me down. I could sense the determination on my former guards breaths. I heard in the far distance, horns blazing and inmates being led back to the buses. It was total chaos among them. I also heard their radios going off. They're communicating with other authorities. I couldn't figure out what they were saying. But I figure they're setting up road blocks to surely capture me. The old human me.

But in the distance I could smell water. A river. As my eyes looked around, my feet hit sandy soil. I could finally see and  hear the gurgle of the river. The water was flowing fast. Farther downstream I could sense a dank, woody swamp I could hide there. There surely are lots of places to hide. More gunshots are heard as I somehow realize that I've gotten way ahead of both the dogs and the humans. I bend my knees and arch my back as I take a huge leap into the water. My sleek womanly frame takes like you guessed it, a fish to water! My webbed fingers and toes push my body quickly through the water of the raging rapids. I dive deeper into the bottom of the river. I could see rocks and fish and the billowy clouds of dirt kicked up by the gunshots entering the water. I have only one thing on my mind.

Swim away.

****

I don't know how far I swam. But I felt safer. The river slowed down a lot. It was now a calm stream leading into the swamp I sensed earlier. The authorities after me must be too far away to catch up to me. I take a deep breath. As deep as I could with my new tinier body. I look down on myself. My jumpsuit is muddy, heavy and wet. I look at the orange garment. I realize that it is the last remnant that reminds me that I was a human. Like I said in my head earlier. It smells like me. The old me. I felt sad. My former life is gone. Now replaced by whatever I am now. I don't think I cant go back to that anymore, being human. It was an exhilarating rush swimming the river like that. The new me. But then again, what good was my old life anyways? I was a criminal and a drug addict who got caught and was going to spend a long time as a prisoner. I'm free right now. I may not be human, but who cares. I'm free! I've always been a loner anyways.

I begin to unbutton my jumpsuit. It was a little hard with my webbed fingers but I did it. The rain was falling harder now. Droplets were felt all over me. I could see rainwater channeling down my green cleavage! It was strangely sexy. As the suit falls of my smallish shoulders and off my wide hips, I finally see the new me. I'm about four feet tall now! No wonder why I feel quite tiny! I try to look around for my old tattoos, But I don't see any, just my soft and slimy green skin. Gone are my old needle marks on my arms and legs. No evidence of my drug uses are on me anymore. I was curious and I stared down at my green pussy. It looks so alien but that's my genitals now. My whole body, especially my butt is curvy and dare I say..cute? I never would have thought that I would have turned out this way!

That whole scene with the marble/pearl seems like a long time ago. Even though it just happnend a few hours ago. I am a whole new man.... I mean woman?! I look around the rainy swamp. There are lots of trees and underground caves. I sense crocodiles, crayfish and turtles and other things. I have no choice but to rest here for now. But this place looks safe. Nobody would ever find me here, unless I want them to find me. I pick up the last piece of my old life. The orange jumpsuit. If I could still smell it, The dogs could too. I jump back into the rainy, swamp, orange cloth in tow. I swim towards one of the caves. Old tree trunks and heavy stones can hide this wet piece of cloth. I hide it there. I scoop up some muck and bury it some more. I don't think anyone will find this here.

It's difficult, but with this new body of mine, I have a lot to think about. I'll have to lay low and figure out my new habitat, my new home. I feel a new, deeper connection to nature. Should I give up my humanity and become a wild animal? Or find a way to use my past to benefit my future as a kappa? There surely must be more of those little pearl marbles, and someone, something who made them! Surely magic must be real. I am living proof of that.

My new life will surely be full of danger and adventure!

Velma's Transformation

Poor anon. After months of asking to have this picture captioned, The 4channers and me finally decided to please the requester. One is still there, but this one here is mine. I dont do much futa, but /d/ is known for that kind of thing. So have a read and stuff!

Real Life Tamagotchi

A guy finds a little toy on the ground. He picks it up and she appears!

A vague 4chan request done for the horny anon!

Custom Sex Slave

Yep. A 4 chan request. I guess the anon had a bondage fetish. Dont know if my story has all that. But This is what I came up with.

A girl is taken to its new master by a slaver. She is told what to do for her new owner.

Mist Doggy

A dumb teen finds a way to get smarter. The so called "mist doggy" wants to help.

Another 4chan anon request done. Although his/her stipulations were quite vague. This is what I came up with.

A succubus' Just Desserts

She thought she had it all figured out. She would have a new toy to play with. But things do not go as planned.

The Mermaid And The Skull

A man keeps his vow to protect a dangerous skull, even if his body changes

New Job/Class

A warrior gets more than he bargained for when he tries on a new armor. I just posted this over on 4chan. I wonder what they'll say?

The Young Swordmasters

"Swing, Thrust, Jab, Stab, Parry!" I said aloud as I was practicing my swordplay. I had a crowd already surrounding me. I've been working hard these past few years and I've gotten quite good. At sixteen, I am one of the select few to soon be promoted. I get high praises from the swordmasters at the fort. A few of the kids here too look up to me. I don't want to let this popularity go to my head.  I just love my country and want to defend it when I get better.

I'm always improving on my techniques. I'm trying a new way to stab at the wooden dummies, and hay bundles. My younger swordmates had all their attention on me. They were trying to learn my moves. A few of them were playfully copying me. I didn't mind them. They just knew enough to stay out of the way of my blade.

But as much fun as we were having, there was someone staring at me with hateful, jealous eyes. I saw him out in the distance. My so called rival Dorian. Somehow, he made it up that I, Joshen would be his eternal rival. We've both fought in mock duels. I have to admit, he's quite good. But he's always angry and bitter to other people here. He has a huge chip on his shoulder. Everyone tends to stay away from him. The swordmasters know this and they scold him greatly for it. They tell him to focus, but he just rolls his eyes and continues to sulk and do what he wants.

But today, something is off. I've seen the various moods he's in. Today, he's feeling something special. Dorian is planning something. It's been days since he's tried attacking me. I go back to my swordplay. I've been practicing for a few hours now, I'm a little tired but I dare not show it. He is pacing around and debating something in his mind. He would stare at me and then go back to mumbling to himself. I was tired of it. His glares finally got to me. I stopped, and turned around to face him. "What is it this time Dorian? What have I done that's got you so worked up?"

"You!" Dorian shouted. "It should be me who is the favorite among the recruits! If you weren't here, I surely would have climbed the ranks and been hired by the guild already!" Dorian stood tall, he was sure of his convictions. Some of the kids near him started to back away. Dorian arrogantly spoke,"But enough of that. Rivals are meant to be defeated, and today is the day I put you in your place!" Dorian opened up his cape and pulled out a strange looking scabbard, There was an ominous looking sword in it. It wasn't the sword we normally use as cadets. I stepped back a little, I've seen this weapon before. It's been locked in the vault. It's cursed.

"Dorian! Don't unsheathe that sword! It's a cursed Dark Elf item! Master Ronaldo brought it back from battle a few weeks ago. A teacher here told all of us in class not to mess with it. Don't you remember?  They had it locked it away. Why would you have it?"

"Shut up Joshen!" Dorian hissed. "I was belligerent with a teacher. They had me cleaning up the vault as punishment. They had me polishing and sharpening their stupid swords. I was doing as I was told. But being in there felt weird. There was this dark, heavy feeling in there. I realised it was this sword. The locks holding it somehow fell off. Once I saw it, I knew it was meant to be mine. So I stole it."

"Please stop Dorian! We haven't been trained yet in how to deal with magical items! Surely, that sword must have enchanted you! Listen to me! Forget about our rivalry. Drop the sword. It's dang......."

Swoosh! The sword made a strange sound as he dropped the scabbard. Dorian's face was twisted with anger as he ran at me. My eyes were focused on the sword. It looked particularly sharp. I get into a fighting stance and gripped my weapon, I'm ready.

"Arrgh!" Dorian screamed. He swung the sword at me. I jumped out of the way. I could hear a swoosh as Dorian came at me again with the sword. I blocked it with my own. Our swords were locked. Sparks were flying as our swords grinded together. Dorian somehow had an unnatural strength! I shifted back a little. But he still pushed forward. This wasn't going to be an easy fight.

"You there kid!" I shouted at a blonde boy just a few years younger than me. "I need help! Go get Master Ronaldo!" I know better to bite more than I could chew. I'm not arrogant and I know when something is too tough for me. The kid and a few others ran off. The rest were fixed on the fight.

Dorian would swing and I would block. A few of our swipes would connect. Our clothes were torn. Dorian gleefully smiled when a swipe of his sword drew blood from my arm. I grimaced a bit in pain, but I still fought on. But something wasn't right. Dorian is about as tall as me. But he looks smaller now. I could still feel the power in each of his swings. Strange, He was swinging upwards? I'm sure of it, Dorian was definitely shrinking.

With each sword strike we exchanged, I started noticing other things. Dorian's skin was changing color. And on his cheeks there were some dark tattoos forming. I know it's the sword doing that to him. He started to stumble a little bit. His clothes were getting in the way. Dorian runs back to a safe distance; and tries to roll up his clothes. I stop as well, to take a breath. I shout to him, "Dorian! Look at yourself. That sword is transforming you! If we continue this battle, who knows what you would become?"

Dorian stepped back and looked down on his body. He was startled. I saw a little bit of fear in his eyes. For a second, I thought he was gaining some composure back. But the magic in the sword knew otherwise. He looked at me and then back down to his body. "I don't care what happens to me, as long as I defeat you! Sword, I wish my clothes to be gone." The tattoos on his cheek glowed a bit and so did the sword. The clothes on him faded and then dissolved into nothingness. Dorian was naked except for the cape on his shoulders. I could hear whispers and chattering from my swordmates. Dorian is not what he used to be. Standing before us was a dark skinned, androgynous elf-like person. His hair was shaggy and his ears were more pointy. I was told that elves are a passionate race, I could see an angry passion in Dorian's eyes. His shoulders were smaller and more rounder. A few kids snickered as they looked at his chest. His nipples were big and pointy. There were other soft curves on him as well. Dorians waist looked thinner. His hips were bigger than any teenager would have. The small feet he now had made him seem surprisingly agile. As I gave him the once over, I couldn't help but look at his crotch. His thing was pathetically tiny. I didn't see his nuts. There was a tuft of dark hair above whats left of his dick. I sighed and felt a little sad over what the sword no, Dorian did to himself.....

"DON'T YOU DARE TAKE PITY ON ME!" Dorian snapped. It seemed like he knew I was checking him out! He once again came at me with extreme furor. I could feel that same unnatural strengh of his swings as our weapons clashed once more. I swung my sword in defense, but Dorian was out for blood. But with each clang of our swords meeting, his new tattoos would spread and glow brighter. His body is still not done changing. There was more jiggling in his chest. He had breasts now. I took a swing at him again and he cartwheeled backwards. Looking past the flowing cape on him, There was a definitive bounce is his ass. When he flipped backwards, his legs spread apart. I saw his new, womanly pussy. I don't know if it was the magic in the air or this being the first time I see a naked woman; but Dorian was turning me on. Funny thoughts were going through my head. In my lapse of judgement, Dorian took advantage and rushed toward me once again. He raised his hands above him. Sword in the air; I got a full look at his bouncing breasts. He took one deep swing down. I tried to parry, but metal clashed on metal and it made me drop my sword. I tried to grab it, but Dorian picked it up and threw it farther away. I was at this creatures mercy.

"Oh, so the great Joshen has been defeated by my sexy new body? I thought you were stronger that that? I've finally beat you!" Dorian twitched and shivered."This makes me so happy!" Dorian grabs one of his breasts, and gives it a hearty squeeze. "I love my new self. If I could do this to you, imagine what power this sword and I could have over others!" I could see a lustful gaze in Dorians eyes. He was relishing the moment. I could see his muscles tense up. I focus on Dorian's eyes and back to that sword. I think to myself 'Yeah, I'm going to die.' Dorian licks his lips as he gets ready for the downswing. I felt like closing my eyes, but I was taught not to face death that way. I tense up, ready to be struck down by him.....

"STOP RIGHT THERE SELVANA!" It was a deafening roar. It was Ronaldo and his mage, Cyriak! Dorian angrily turned around and faced the huge mustached man that was our swordmaster. Dorian was paralysed and his face went white with fear. Even the old Dorian knew not to mess with him. "I thought I killed you already wench? No matter, I shall enjoy doing it again!" Ronaldo looks at his commrade, "Cyriak! While I cast a spell on my sword; do try to contain the wench!" Dorian trembled and stepped back in fear. The cockyness he had when fighting me was completly gone. He totally forgot about me. Dorians eyes were now fixed on some new enemies. I managed to scramble up from the ground and slip away. The hairs on my arms were tingling, Ronaldo and Cyriak were casting something powerful.

"With pleasssure my liege!" Cyriak hissed. The slender reptillian-like man always left a chill to whoever he met. As I looked around, I see some of my younger swordmates running away and collapsing in fear. Others were stuck in place, trembling as well. We were still not used to such crazy battles. Dorian was scared, but he didn't give up. He ran screaming towards Cyriak hoping to take a slice out of him. Glowing, arcane symbols were rising from the ground where Dorian was stepping. He tried to evade and jump around; trying to avoid the spellbinding circle. But to no avail. The glowing symbols stretched themselves into ropes grabbing Dorian. I think no one could escape that magic. The sword slipped from his hands. Each rope seems to sap his strength. Dorian was trapped.

"That was too easssy!" Cyriak replied. "You put up a better fightsss before we killed you." It seemed he was a little dissapointed, that it ended too quickly.

"Wench!" Ronaldo shouted. He canceled the spell on his sword. "How dare you attack my brothers in my own citadel?" He curiously stepped closer to Dorian. Ronaldo carefully walked around and examined the restrained elf girl. He ran his gigantic fingers through his short hair. Dorian tried to shift away but the magical circle held him tightly in place. Ronaldo lustfully smelled the silky, brown elf's hair. He grabbed Dorians exposed breasts, and roughly kissed him in the mouth. Dorian squirmed; Ronaldo's facial hair was tickling him. Giving up, Dorian relaxed. He closed his eyes as he seemed to enjoy the kiss. Ronaldo stepped back and spit in disgust at the ground. "You are not Selvana. Your lips are bitter, hers were sweeter." Ronaldo shifted his body into a swordsman's stance, ready to draw his weapon.

I ran in front of Ronaldo. He was confused. "Stop Master Ronaldo! Don't kill him, help him!" I pleaded, "That isn't Mage Witch Selvana, it's Dorian! That sword changed him!

Ronaldo glared at Cyriak. "I knew letting you bring that cursed item here would cause us trouble." Cyriak looked down in shame. Ronaldo continued, "Fix that poor boy, no girl. I dont think you can take away the physical changes, but at least clear her troubled mind."

"I'm sssory child," Cyriak hissed as he walked towards him. "Sssee, There was potential in this sword. With more ssstudy, a poweful ssword masster could have tamed it. But I see it'sss now bound to you. I guessss I will havesss to train you harder to masster it." Dorian was silent but he nodded in agreement.

Cyriak pulled out a staff (out of nowhere!), and spoke a few words in some weird language. Selvana's sword levitated off the ground and started glowing. The arcane circle that held Dorian dissapeared as well. But Dorian was now floating high in the air. The tattoos on her body glowed and peeled themselves away. They floated in the air, moving towards the sword. In mulitple flashes each one went back into it. Ronaldo grabbed the falling sword and placed it back in the scabbard. The glow surrounding Dorian started to dissapear. Cyriak's magic was wearing off; she was going to hit the ground pretty hard. I positioned myself to where I think she would land. I barely caught her as she fell into my arms. I felt the soft slenderness of her back and I touched her firm thighs. I was looking down at something quite beautiful. I sighed, realizing that I was staring too long and hard at her breasts. I shifted my body to better hold her up. Her chest raised and lowered with each gentle breath she took. My heart was beating faster. I thought about kissing her, to see if she would react.

As I got closer to her, ready to plant my lips to hers, Dorian finally opened her eyes. I pulled back a little bit. We stared at each other awkwardly for a few seconds. She stretched her body and I struggled to hold her up. "Well, are you going to put me down or what?" Dorian replied. I bent down on my knees and she jumped down to the ground. Dorian stood up and looked at her new surroundings.  She stole a peek down on her body and back at me. I was staring at her new body and she knew it.

"Don't think that this is over between us Joshen," Dorian replied playfully. "I still consider you my rival. I have to retrain myself and fight you once again fairly." Dorian adjusted her cape and it covered up her breasts. "I'll just have to take this small victory as motivation, for when we next meet, I will be the greatest swordmaster." Dorian walked away from me and went towards Master Cyriak.

I think I'm in love. I couldn't help but stare at her swinging hips and jiggling ass as she walked away. "I've been defeated again" I say aloud.