Bus Stop Succubus

A teenager wakes up from falling asleep at a bus stop and becomes a succubus's plaything.

The Exchange Student

I was awakened by the sound of rocks hitting my window. One clink, another clank. By the third one I was up. I looked around my bed. My bed sheets are torn up. Another soft pillow ruined. My bed's headboard is all scratched up. Damn.

I groggily got up and made my way to see what's happening outside. My legs buckled a bit as I moved around my room. My leg muscles felt different. I file another mental note and move on. I grabbed the curtains and gave them a big yank. Bright sunlight drenched my room. It's a mess here in my bedroom.

I hear some cars pass by. Down below I could see my Neighbor Mika. She was all dressed and ready for school. Not like me. Every day something else on me changes. I'm pretty sure Mika's changes have stopped. Her body quickly adapted. And Mika always has a happy-go-lucky attitude that certainly helped her out when she changed.

"Hurry up Gringo, or we'll be late for school" She cheerfully said. I shouldn't have taught her that word. "You're allowed to arrive late, but not me. But Mika doesn't want you to come to school alone. Especially now with the way you look."

I rubbed my eyes "Okay" I said. My voice sounded raspy and grunty. Not like what I used to sound. It doesn't help that my face feels different today too. My face feels longer. My nose wet and pointy. Almost like a muzzle. I felt like a damn furry. I've seen the stupid crap they put online. I hate them. But I was becoming one of them. Shit. I'm still hoping I'll wake up from this crazy dream.

Ever since that crazy day....That supernatural worldwide event. When half the worlds population transformed. Became something completely different. Not human. Many people awoke, changed overnight while others have been slowly changing bit by bit. Some in weeks others take months. Wars, deaths and murders happened because of all the changed people. Hate, racism and bigotry were in full swing. But then the transformations stopped for a while. And normal people thought they were safe. No more changes. But like with some crazy supernatural schedule, the transformations started coming back and a whole new generation of humans became...mystical creatures out of fantasy storybooks.

"Are you just going to stand there and daydream Jason?" Mika shouted. "Aren't you going to get ready for school, sleepyhead?" Mika asked again.

As I broke out of my sleepy daydream, for a second there I was jealous of Mika. She at least looks human. Other than her darkened skin and long ears. She could pass for a ganguro girl. I guess she became a dark elf. But she still has her bubbly, Japanese girl personality. It's funny how she talks too. She talks to me in her heavily accented English. It doesn't match her sultry dark elf body. Transforming is a strange ordeal.

I take a quick peek outside my room. There, like always pinned to my door, is a message from my guardians. He's working late again. He wont be home until late. Mother is staying with family and Sister left early for sports practice.

I snort in anger. Typical lies. They're avoiding me. They cant handle whats going on. They hardly ever see me. All they leave is notes and sometimes a plate in the fridge. I've seen them act all distant ever since I started changing. If I was their real son, they would have been more concerned. But I guess its a double whammy for me. A foreigner and a monster.

As I left my room and headed down the stairs, My legs and knees buckled again. I almost tripped and fell down! I had to grab the rail to hold myself up. I yelped in pain as something was wrong with my legs.

Mika burst in. She somehow heard me. She saw me struggling to hold on to the rails of the stairs. She rushed up to me, bounding up the steps quickly. Mika knew her elfish body was surprisingly limber. "You okay?" She said with genuine concern.

"My legs feel wrong" I replied. We both look down on my legs. One of my legs looks normal under my sleep pants. But the other leg, looks like it has joints in the wrong places! I curse silently to myself.

As Mika sat me down on my kitchen table. She smiled at me. Mika made an 'I'm going to make some breakfast' face. She went to heat up some water for tea, and put some bread in the toaster. I had no choice but to accept my changes and hope that nothing  else will go wrong with my body.

Anyone else would have been freaked out by what they saw. But I simply exhaled and accepted my new change. One of my legs now bent in the wrong direction. My toes were gone and replaced with hooves. My new leg seemed thinner, but somehow it was able to support my weight. It resembled a deer's legs. Welp, I cant deny what I was turning into. Some sort of deer-boy.

In my mind I hope my transformation stops there. I've seen some Satyr-men and women online. I hope I don't turn full animal. That's a fear for a whole bunch of people. You fully lose your humanity. "One day at a time." I blurt out. But what made this more freaky, is that my other leg still seemed humanish. Other than my fusing, darkening toes. My other leg still seems normal. But I know it wont be long before the other one becomes like the other. I'm going to have a hard time getting around until that happens.

A plate slamming on the table jolts me. Mika snaps me out of my funk. There on the table is my breakfast. I found myself with a hunger I didn't even have and I ravenously swallowed my breakfast.

I found myself embarrassed as I ate my food. Now that the shape of my face changed. It was harder for me to chew with my mouth closed. Food was flying out! I slowed down a bit. I had to. I also found it hard to drink tea from a cup. I had to lower my face close to it and had to lap up the tea into my mouth. I could see Mika staring at me as I did that.

"Your antlers look bigger today, Jason." Mika said "Every day they look, um...how you say, more majestic." Mika was trying to compliment me. It made me feel just a bit better. I remember a month or two ago, I was doing the same thing to her, when she started changing. I would keep her company when she needed it. She held up a brave front as she lost her old body. Now I know how she felt. Losing your humanity. "Do you still want to go to school Jason?" She asked.

"I'm not sure Mika," I replied. "I mean look at my legs! I cant wear normal pants anymore.Not with the way my joints are now. Plus, I'm all mismatched. I don't think I can run and keep up with you. We're already late as it is." I felt a dull throbbing pain. There was a new tugging at my hip bones. My other leg was changing now. Soon to turn more animal like.

"Let me get a crutch then!" Mika cheerfully replied. "Back at home, Oba-chan, I mean auntie has a spare crutch or is it a cane back at home. I can go get it for you!"

I was going to tell her no. But Mika was already on her way out the door. Every day she seems more agile and fast. Her transformation really suited her. She was already on the track team before she changed.

Which makes me wonder why I'm turning into some sort of deer-boy. I know I'm an exchange student here in Japan. But why a deer? How in this new crazy effed up world did I end up as that? I just cant understand that. Studies have been made already. There's all sorts of facts on the internet. In the beginning, people changed into creatures more or less like their regions, lands or countries where they are from. Centaurs, Pixies, Wraiths, Dijins, werewolves, banshees and wendigos. To name a few. But the second batches of people's transformations are up in the air. Someone or something has made peoples transformations totally random.

"Mika who should have turned into some sort of Youkai is now an elf from western myths. I don't know how I became a Deer-boy. I'm just Jason, a cityboy from Chicago. Now and exchange student in Japan. I can only guess that I became this way because of my Cherokee ancestry. Or not. Magic sure is fucked up. Maybe because our home countries are full of different cultures is why things like...."

"You need to lay off the Conspiracy Forums Jason-kun!" Mika scolded "We are what we are, C'est la vie!" She giggled. "Didn't find crutch, but I found cane for you. You can be like pimp now!"

I gleefully snorted. "I need to stop teaching you bad English, I feel like I've corrupted a polite Japanese girl" Mika smiles again. He smile is infectious. As I look at her, I see there's something in her hands. "What's that, Mika?"

"While you were all serious and stuff I went up to your room and got your uniform. Button shirt can still fit over your shoulders." She hands it to me and I place it on one arm at a time. At least my arms are still human. Even though they're getting fuzzier in places. "I broke in to your exchange-sister's Asuka's room. I steal her winter time school skirt. Nice and long. Not short like mine. You can wear it, instead of pants!"

"Wh..Wha...What!" I react shockingly. "Me in a skirt? I already feel freaky, Now you want me to crossdress?" I instinctively shake my head no. And I am reminded of the added weight on my head. My heavy antlers are there but my neck seems to handle it well.

"Who cares if you're crossdressing Jason Smith? Think of it like Cosplay! Plus school skirt will let your legs be flexible. It's better for you than tight, normal pants. Trust me on this Jason-kun!"

I stare at Mika's orangish-brown eyes, and I know she's serious. Before I even blurted out the word 'okay' Mika was already undressing me. I'm pretty sure I was beet red. I wonder how I look blushing with this thickening fuzz on me? As Mika's soft hands managed to pull off my pajamas, Mika shrieked in joy! "What's wrong Mika?" I was scared.

"Kawaii Desu! Jason-kun, you have cute fuzzy deer tail!" Mika's face was beaming. I did my best to look over my back, and she was right. There it was. my own fuzzy white tail. "So cute! But no time to waste anymore! You, Pull up skirt and let me zip it up!"

It's funny that before I didn't notice it. I wouldn't have known I had a tail. But now that I'm aware of it, I could make it move now. Freaky. I walked over to the skirt onto the linoleum floor of the kitchen. I shift my hoofed foot in and then my slippered foot. I can feel my toes hardening on my other limb. I lose my balance a bit as I bend down to pull up Asuka's, my exchange sister's skirt. A quick zip on the side and the dark skirt settled nicely on my male hips.

"Lookin' good there partnah!" Mika says in a cheezy cowboy accent. I looked weird and mismatched as I looked down. I had my boys uniform top and a black skirt instead of pants. I had one long deer like leg, and as I walk out of the house with Mika, my other leg is starting to shift too. It wont be long before it's completely changed.

As we walked down the quiet Japanese neighborhood and on our way to the prefecture High school, I felt like everyone was staring at us. And they were! People watering their lawns. Business men
waiting for the bus. Mother's walking with their baby strollers. Some humans were flabbergasted and others looked away. Freaked out by the sight of us. Other's who were transformed cheered both of us on! I picked up enough Japanese to tell if they were complimenting our bravery or jeering in disgust. A few cel cameras went off too. I chuckle to myself. I kinda want to see that picture of us. A deer-boy in a skirt with an old persons cane walking with a Dark elf school girl. I glance over at Mika. She's got different priorities. She just wants to get me to school. I'm thankful for having her by my side.

Both of us breathed a sigh of relief as we made it to the school gates. But we were both so late. The doors were locked already. As I stared into the campus and back at Mika. She already had her cel by her ear. Her little trinkets dangled and made noises as I heard her speak Japanese with someone.

My other leg still stung and felt funny. All that brisk running and walking made new muscles tingle. I supported myself with the cane. My legs seemed a bit more stable now. My other leg felt thinner too. I lifted my skirt just to see whats up with my legs. My old slipper was gone. Lost in the walk over to school. My foot was no longer one big toe and four little ones. It matched my other foot now. Two dark hooves and two smaller hooves dangling from my thin fuzzy feet. Looks like I'll be walking tip toe for the rest of my life.

I heard a throat clear in the distance. As I looked up. I saw the principal right there next to Mika. Mr. Matsuida the Oni. He changed a long time ago. In the first transformation wave. But despite his changes he never quit his job. Despite his scary exterior, he was the nicest man anyone could know. He gave me all the time I needed while I became...this. Mika was whispering things in Japanese to him. Mr. Matsuida was then walking towards me. I did my best to adjust my uniform nice and straight and I patted down my skirt to remove any wrinkles.

"Misteru Smith. I am soh happy to see you." His big teeth jutting out his mouth didn't help his thick japanese accent. Everything looks weird with him. His pudgy body and red skin looked so out of place under his obviously custom gray business suit. "Mika-chan has worku hard to bring you here." His big nostrils flared as he spoke again. "Mika brought you heer because she concerned about you" I could see a passion growing in his expression. "Exchange program famiry treat you badly yes? Mika-chan and her family wish to take you in. They feelu that your circumstansu is better with them. They wercome you into their family. Miku-chan and her parent's have sign paperworku already. Youru government will give you new passportu and come soon to give you new monster special ID. You stay with Mika's family while thingu get sorted, yes?"

"Jason-kun! You get to come home with my family now! No more being lonely at home!" Mika cheered. "You are nice boy, you weren't scared when I changed and now I'm returning the favor. Even though fate changed you on the outside, like me. We are still honorable beings. We want your stay in Japan to be a happy experience! All of us here are friends forever now!"

Words couldn't say what I felt at this moment. My lips were trembling. I literally felt like a deer in the headlights. But I was truly happy. Somehow I know everything will work out. I know it's cheezy to think this way, like some sappy romance manga, but I no longer felt worried about what would happen to me next. Lemons and lemonade. I guess. "Thank you" I whispered.

"Okay Jason-kun, lets go to homeroom! The class would love to see the new you." Mika said. She grabbed my arm and we walked to our class. Principal Oni is right behind us. I guess I'll have to re-introduce myself to my classmates. Just another step to redo as a foregin exchange student. But I know with Mika by my side, I'll do alright.

Kappa Blood

A woman has special monthly urges that she has to take care of. She has a monologue with herself while she jacks off.

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Yeah. another post! I've been working on content for this blog. I've been writing stories, but they're getting too long. And they cant be captions anymore. But I run into another problem..... I dont know how to end them! The longer I make the stories, the more information goes in them and I get stuck trying to finish them! Damn.

I put them on the back burner and hope to come back to them. I have three or four longer stories that way. I do hope I can put them up soon and I hope they're at least entertaining!

I have to keep trying. But for now enjoy this one.

The Chauffeur

Sorry! For not posting. Its been a while eh? Well here's a new little story for you. A driver finds his body changing for his witchy boss.

Dana and Mom

Dana and his mom talk about his magical legacy and what the future holds for him.

Okay! I'm back! So sorry for not posting. My job did not give me enough time to write up some of my little short stories. Now that the holidays are over, I have some free time to make some more. I'm happy you've stuck around! Or if you're new here, thanks for stopping by!

Brothers Transform

Two brothers Shane and Lester try out some transformation spells. It doesn't go too well. But they are learning, and that's what matters.

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.