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Rodrick sat on Chris’s couch, taking a deep breath as he idly scrolled his phone.  He was exceedingly careful not to hurt his tail while doing so. After bringing his dear friend home, he decided to stay and keep watch over her to make sure she recovered properly.  After that strange happening, he didn’t feel comfortable leaving her alone until he was confident she didn’t need to go to the hospital.

After a little time passed, Rodrick dropped his phone onto the couch and rested back, staring at the ceiling while deeply lost in thought.  No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get Chris off of his mind; if it wasn’t one thing, it was another.  His train of thought jumped between concern over her fainting after using magic, pride over how well she was handling transience, and awe over just how damn cute she turned out.

‘I can’t think like that,’ he blushed furiously, sinking into his seat as he let out a low groan.  Chris was his best friend-- one who had been male the entirety of both of their lives up until very recently.  There were also momentary feelings of envy over the fact Chris would get to know how sex felt as both a man and as a woman.  It wasn’t like he wanted to be female, but all men would be lying if they said they weren’t at least slightly curious to know how it felt from the other side.

It had been hours since he laid Chris down and he ended up napping himself.  Perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to check on her.  Without wasting further time, he got up and walked down the hall toward Chris's room.  As he approached, strange sounds stopped him in his tracks.  What was that?  An eyebrow raised as he walked more slowly and carefully, approaching the cracked bedroom door.

“MMMM-- ahhh…”

Rodrick’s ears perked, adrenaline surging through him as his mind immediately jumped to the conclusion that Chris could be in pain, or otherwise suffering in some way.  He walked closer and was about to open the door when he caught a glimpse of the truth through the crack.

He froze in place, his eyes widening as his brain short circuited.  Was this a dream?  Chris lay nude on her bed, her supple, perfectly shaped body on full display.  Her lithe fingers probed between her legs, with two of them sliding in and out of her vagina while she shuddered and let out lewd moans and purrs.  His pants tightened as his cock immediately sprung to life; he had never seen anything so erotic.  Everything was so perfectly shaped, and those feminine sounds resonated with him on a primal level.

After standing in a stupor, he realized just how badly he was violating Chris’s privacy by watching with his mouth agape like a pervert.  He closed his eyes tight and shook his head, slowly stepping away from the door as he turned and silently made his way toward the living room, his legs trembling and breathing labored.

‘She’s obviously fine-- I don’t need to keep an eye on her,’ he told himself as he shakily grabbed his belongings and left the apartment as quietly as he could manage.  There was no reality in which telling Chris what he saw was a good idea.  He’d have to take his secret to the grave and muster an immense amount of willpower to resist allowing Chris into his masturbatory fantasies.

“Mmm-- oooooh…”  Chris moaned, her body trembling and glistening with sweat.  As her fingers curled and rubbed her g spot, warm, tingly ripples bubbled up within her pussy and cascaded through her steamy nethers.  Additionally, a deep, indescribable pressure built within her vaginal walls, causing her clit to twitch and writhe in response.

Unable to resist, she slid her other hand between her legs and pressed her finger over her clit, dedicating her right hand fully to penetration and internal stimulation.  Like her vagina, a hot, tingly pressure bubbled up as she pressed her fingertip in slow, methodical circles.  Pleasure emanating from the fleshy nub was more comparable to what she used to experience with a penis.  She’d feel her clit engorge and throb, and the orgasms were much like those experienced with a cock, just many times more powerful and concentrated in a small area.  Beyond that, there was no refractory period to speak of.  When a clitoral orgasm coursed through her vulva,  she could keep going and let tension build toward an even more potent eruption of pleasure.

The pleasure and tension building within her birth canal was far less comparable to anything experienced as a man.  There was a feeling of profound emptiness when aroused, and then the strange feeling of her insides quivering and contracting around her fingers once penetrated.  The mounting pressure was far deeper and much more intense, seemingly consuming the entirety of her pelvis.  It was more of a full-body experience than any other form of pleasure she was used to.

“F-- Fuck…”  She grunted and moaned, arching her hips and involuntarily pushing them against her fingers.  As the pleasurable waves of milky warmth intensified, she started to understand why women reacted the way they did during sex.  The grinding-- the pushing to meet your partner’s thrusts; all of it.  The longer it went, the more addicting the sensations became, and she imagined how unimaginably disappointing it would be to not get off and climax after coming so far.

“Mmmmgh-- oooh…”  She cried as her pussy relentlessly spasmed, sending waves of pure euphoria through her pelvis.  The orgasm consumed what felt like the entirety of her being, with her clit reacting in the same manner.  It was hard to think straight and concentrate on any one point of pleasure when her vagina continuously spasmed and a blissful, hot tingling permeated every cell of her body, from head to toes.  Somehow, she kept going, instinctively understanding she hadn’t yet climaxed.

Her fingers worked more quickly, her clit and pussy far more sensitive after that last orgasm.  It took more willpower to keep her fingers in place, her moans and cries growing louder as her vaginal walls eagerly constricted and convulsed around her trembling fingers.

Eventually, it all came to a head.  Her climax hit and she feared she might black out, her mind going completely blank.  Unable to maintain a single coherent though, she threw her head back and withdrew from her vulva, letting out a shrill, girlish cry as indescribable, euphoric explosions erupted within her pelvis and consumed the entirety of her being. She clutched the bed sheets as if she might launch like a rocket and needed to stay grounded.

Even when the initial shocks of intense pleasure subsided, the subsequent tingly warmth that washed through her was equally incredible in a different way.  Laying back, still panting and shaking, she reveled in the afterglow that soon took over.  The ultimate sense of relaxation and satisfaction while endorphins ravaged her brain.  She felt as though she was submerged in an enchanted hotspring after a long day of grueling labor, with water that healed her tired muscles.

'Is-- is this really what it’s like for women?’ She thought after regaining her ability to think.  It was increasingly obvious to her that women got the better end of the deal when it came to sexual pleasure-- assuming her partner cared enough to bring her to that point.

Her eyes closed, her breathing gradually returning to normal.  After the intensity of that experience, exhaustion quickly set in.  The last day had been so full and tiring, filled with good times and scary events.  She attempted to ruminate over everything that happened, but her mind wouldn’t stay focused.  Before long, she passed out into a deep, restful slumber, her recent nap having not been enough.

When Chris eventually stirred and awakened, she immediately noticed something off.  The quiet whirr of the air conditioning and distant sounds from outside came to her clearly.  Upon sniffing the air, she smelled a hint of curry amongst other scents.  The tenants in an apartment on the opposite end of the building often made curry, but it wasn’t something she’d usually smell unless she walked down their hall.

“Huh…”  She sat up and rubbed her eyes with a yawn.  Her tail felt particularly cumbersome and she grunted while adjusting in an attempt not to hurt the cumbersome appendage. ‘What’s different now?’ She mused, intrinsically understanding she had gone through more changes during her period of rest.

She stretched and stood up from bed, her tail gently swishing.  The way her hips swayed and her breasts jiggled with every small movement was still strange to her, but she was no longer disturbed by such things.  Female bodies were shaped differently; if half the world’s population got by just fine with such a shape, so could she.  ‘Besides, I turned out pretty hot,’ she reminded herself, blushing as she envisioned her supple, womanly figure during the times she inspected herself in front of a mirror.

Before transience hit, Chris had admittedly been stuck in a rut.  Other than spending time with Rodrick and Gretchen, she felt that she had plateaued in life.  Due to poor health, she had been unable to indulge in many of the more physical activities she found appealing.  Constant battles with malaise and depression led to her sedentary lifestyle escalating over time.  She’d still find time to work out and wouldn’t eat gluttonously, but her motivation waned when pain consistently racked her body.

Honestly, what was so great about her existence as a man?  She had grown up as a heterosexual male, so her identity had inevitably been strongly tied to those factors.  Sex with Gretchen had also been quite enjoyable in her old body.  Beyond that, there were factors like having a great deal of innate upper body strength and not having to deal with creeps making her feel unsafe.

Chris sighed as she walked to the bathroom, still deeply lost in thought. Sweat glistened on her nude form, another symptom of the suspected overnight transience changes.  What were the disadvantages of her new form?  She wasn’t as strong, but it was starting to seem like her new affinity for magic would serve as a good self defense tool when needed.  She was shorter and had to sit to pee, but those were superficial nitpicks at best; these facts were a minor inconvenience at best.

In reality, she began to comprehend that there were seemingly more positives than negatives when it came to this cute girl body. The same truths she had ruminated on many times crept back into her thoughts.  She was ten years younger, with significantly more energy and virtually no aches, pains, or illness holding her back.  For the first time in years, she could sleep seven to eight hours and wake up full of energy.  She could now use magic, and her senses of hearing, sight, and smell were greatly enhanced along with her dexterity and reflexes.  While she was still adjusting to the heightened senses, she knew they would undoubtedly be a great boon once she learned to control them.  While some of the looks she got in public gave her creepy vibes, she enjoyed how much nicer people were to her in general.  People spoke to her with a smile and were always eager to help.

Chis reached the bathroom and flipped the light on before staring into the mirror.  She immediately froze, her eyes darting upward to the large set of fluffy ears atop her head.  They were pointed and coated in light tan fluff.  She tilted her head, eyeing her fluffy ears with great curiosity.  “Oh, wow… “ She cautiously touched one of them and felt a shiver run through her spine upon realizing how sensitive it was.  Her ears twitched and folded down, seemingly of their own volition.

As her tail flicked about, it clearly reflected in the mirror.  Startled by the length and fluffiness, she shifted to get a better view of her backside.  Her once stubby tail was now long and coated in sandy-colored fluff, with a splash of white fur at the tip.  She blinked in disbelief and stared hard at her own reflection, her eyes widening in shock.  “Ehh!?” Her ears perked straight, her mouth hanging open to expose her fangs.  It wasn’t like she didn’t expect an outcome like this after gauging where the second leg of transience was headed, but actually seeing the outcome was completely different.

A maelstrom of mixed emotion crashed through Chris, adrenaline racing through her perfectly shaped, womanly frame.  It was no secret that Chris had always been fond of those with demi-human traits.  Ears, tails, animal characteristics-- all of it.  As her thoughts became more coherent, it dawned on her that she had truly turned into her own living wet dream.  “Damn…”  She muttered, leaning forward as she opened her mouth further and inspected her fangs.

What would Gretchen and Rodrick think?  Would she be able to sprout fur all over her body and take the form a step further?  Demis often had some ability to control how fluffy or scaly they were, with many like Dr. Rowena and Rodrick preferring their more furry forms for daily living.  Some might find one form or the other more natural, while some might find it difficult to alter their forms.  She envisioned her body coated in pale, sandy fur, with her face taking on a slight muzzle-like quality.  Now blushing, she shook her head and reminded herself to take things one step at a time.

Barring her potential ability to become more furry at will, she intrinsically understood the second leg of transience to be complete.  There would be no more worrying and wondering how her body would further change against her will. “What will my family think?”  She mused, realizing she’d likely have to interact with them soon.  The thought of seeing them like this still embarrassed her, but seeing how beautiful and exotic she turned out gave her some degree of confidence.

“What do I do now?”  She mumbled, blushing furiously as she looked away from the mirror.  Noticing the pressure below her navel, she sighed and sat on the toilet, pulling her tail to her side and silently thanking the fact that demis generally had extremely flexible tails. While urinating, she thought of her new form, still in awe of how beautiful her new form was.

The sensation of peeing combined with the image of her own nude form burned into her head resulted in a peculiar dissonance.  Nothing about her was remotely masculine; she had become a beautiful, feminine creature who could no longer stand to relieve herself.  Once finished, she wadded some toilet paper and shivered just slightly upon rubbing the soft material through her damp folds.

After washing her hands and briefly inspecting her reflection, she walked back to bed and carefully laid back, her tail sticking out from under her body.  Her nipples tingled ever so slightly, her vulva tingling with milky warmth.  ‘What do I do now?’ She asked herself again.  She had been so wrapped up in her transience journey that she had no idea what to do now.  Did she just keep working her usual job while going on with her life just as before?  There was nothing stopping her from living exactly as she had previously, just with a cute new fox girl body to wear instead of her previous vessel.

Should she further embrace femininity?  Going out with her friends while wearing increasingly cute outfits and eating cute desserts with Gretchen?  Should she continue with sexual experimentation?  If so, should she only have relations with Gretchen?  Had her sexuality changed-- or, was it currently changing?  The thought made her blush and shake her head.  When she took a minute to think, the list of things to do seemed vast.













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