Alice has been crushing on Jason for a while now, who is too dense and tsundere to pick up on her flirting attempts! Both undergo some significant changes after Alice makes a genie wish for her and Jason to become the perfect, compatible couple! (Some names/elements may change, this is a commission! This will involve lesbian elements with a dominant, yet loving woman taking charge and tenderly caring for her freshly MTF cat girlfriend)

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Chapter 1:

Alice’s eyes remained wide with shock as the genie floated before her, arms crossed over his deep red torso. After picking up a lamp at a thrift store, what she assumed to be a mere decoration turned out being much more.

“Only one wish,” the genie stated simply. “Apologies, but the other two were wasted many years ago. Take your time to figure out your heart’s desire.”

After the initial shock wore off, she took a deep breath and started racking her brain. The only thing-- or person, rather, that had been on her mind was Jason, the man who had been her best friend for years. Despite preferring the company of women, she found herself in a confusing place where her feelings toward Jason blossomed into something tangible-- something akin to romantic desire. As a matter of fact, she found herself flirting with him over the last few months.

No matter how hard she tried, he either didn’t notice her attempts at courtship or simply didn’t return her feelings. ‘I’m supposed to like girls… Why does he have to be so damned amazing?’ Jason’s personality was a perfect fit and she was confused in a variety of ways.

Alice brushed her long, dark brown hair back over her shoulder, letting it drape over her white top. After another couple minutes of contemplation, she met the genie’s gaze, a determined look in her emerald green eyes. “I-- I wish that Jason and I could be happy together as the perfect couple! B-- but only if it doesn’t change our personalities or who we are,” she demanded while clenching her sweat-covered hands. She was more than a little nervous. “If you can’t grant this wish, please tell me.”

Jason sighed as he looked through his refrigerator, letting out a low yawn as the morning sun shined through his window. “What to eat…” He muttered while brushing his hand through his short, messy brown hair. Upon waking up that morning, he felt a little off. During his shower, he swore he was slightly shorter and had maybe lost a tad bit of his body hair. To make things worse, his chest was a little sore. “Huh-- what the heck is going on?” He asked with a sigh, rubbing his pecs briefly before shrugging and pulling some items out of the fridge and setting them on the counter.

As he prepared breakfast, his mind wandered to Alice. Recently, he hadn’t been able to help but feel a myriad of strange emotions in her presence. He found himself increasingly attracted to her as the days passed, but there’s no way she’d feel the same and pursuing such feelings certainly wouldn’t prove fruitful.

Little did Jason know that Alice’s recent attempts at merely being friendly had been blatant flirting attempts. He didn’t spend time with her when she was around other men, so he had done a significant amount of mental gymnastics to rationalize away her actions. She was likely that way with all her male friends-- or friends of any kind for that matter. Women hated it when men read into their actions as flirtatious when they were just trying to be friendly, right? So, he ultimately shrugged off her advances and ensured things stayed platonic.

“Ergh,” he grunted, placing a hand on his stomach as a wave of nausea overtook him. No longer hungry, he grabbed a bottle of water and shakily walked to the couch, sitting down as sweat beaded on his forehead. “What the hell is happening to me?” He muttered and shook his head, turning the television on as he tried to ignore the strange sensations coursing through his aching body.

As time passed, his insides churned while his bones occasionally popped and cracked. His visage twisted into a grimace as he shifted, trying to get comfortable despite something about the way he sat feeling off. What was it, though? Was he sitting on a pillow? He moved slightly and glanced downward, seeing nothing but the couch cushion below him. “W-- eird,” he stammered, his voice cracking as he spoke.

Upon hearing his inflection shift, he raised an eyebrow and shrugged, uncapping his water bottle to take a swig; perhaps his throat was dry. He then sunk into his couch and shifted some more, unconsciously reaching to scratch his mildly itchy chest. As he did so, he felt his pecs had softened or swollen. ‘Okay, something is going on here,’ he told himself as he begrudgingly stood to his feet and walked to the bathroom.

His hips swayed ever so slightly with each step, giving him a peculiar gait that he wasn’t accustomed to. Beyond that, his center of gravity felt off. After nearly tripping and falling, he let out a yelp and grasped the wall for support while a feeling of frustration and worry crept into his conscious mind.

“E-- Everything’s fine… Just relax,” he whispered out loud before gritting his teeth and carefully stepping into the bathroom. After muttering a few words of reassurance and taking a slow, deep breath, he stepped in front of the mirror to examine himself.

Upon seeing himself, he froze and felt his heart sink ever so slightly. He didn’t look too unusual, but there was no way his feelings were merely due to paranoia. The individual looking back at him had softer facial features than he should have, with a distinct lack of stubble. He raised his head and touched his throat, unable to shake the thought that his adam’s apple had somehow diminished in size.

His noise, chin, and cheeks appeared less pronounced and his pecs tented the fabric of his shirt just a little. “This-- I must be a little sick,” he muttered, taking a step back while shaking his head. Unable to face himself any longer, he turned and left the room, walking back to his couch as he sat down and placed a hand over his face. Cold sweat coated his skin and he struggled to keep his heart rate and adrenaline down. ‘Maybe-- I should schedule an appointment,’ he mused.

Just as he started to reach for his phone, a hot, tingly burst pulsed through his insides, causing him to yelp as audible popping and cracking sounds flooded his living room. “A-- Arrgh!” He groaned in discomfort as his chest slowly swelled. All the while, his ass felt softer and plumper, with a deep, penetrating pressure welling within his lower abdomen and at his tailbone. Maybe he was losing his mind, but he distinctly felt something within him expanding along with a tightening sensation at his waist.

“This-- isn’t ri-- eeep!” He squealed and shuddered as a strangely pleasurable spasm enveloped his crotch, quickly followed by a tight, prickly feeling. By now he knew something was very wrong; something potentially beyond the scope of medical science altogether.

Chapter 2:

“Ugh…” He wrapped his arms around his chest and curled up on his side with his face against the back of the couch. He had to be hallucinating-- perhaps he had eaten something bad? With his insides churning and nausea swelling, food poisoning or the stomach flu seemed like logical answers.

As time passed, Jason drifted into a half-sleep state and was assailed by periodic bouts of concern and panic as his body noticeably changed and contorted. Despite the mental haze, he couldn’t ignore the sensation of his chest and ass filling while the bones within his torso, arms, and legs popped and contracted.

“What-- what’s happening to me…” He weakly squeaked, his voice higher pitched then before. After shakily adjusting himself, he felt the sensation of his chest chafing and uncomfortably pressing against something; against what, though? He shakily raised a hand, his eyes widening upon feeling the small set of breasts his pecs had grown into, both perky mounds squeezed together by the position her laid in.

To make things worse, his crotch continuously convulsed and tigthen. He felt less of a need to adjust his legs to avoid squishing his genitals, but why? As he moved his strangely supple thighs, he was made aware of a lack of pain and discomfort when squishing them together. On top of that, his legs seemed to taper inward in a way they hadn’t the previous day. Why was that?

Fighting through the waves of sickness, he sat up and immediately noticed more wrong, his heart sinking into his chest. His ass provided far more cushioning than before, and his hips flared outward from a waist that appeared narrower than it should be. A sudden throbbing from his tailbone caused him to panic and reach back, feeling a furry nub that must have just recently burst through his skin.

“I-- I’m changing-- into what? I’m dreaming…” He muttered and stood to his feet, trembling as he staggered forward, thrown off by the change in his center of gravity and the weight on his chest.

Upon reaching his bedroom, he dropped his phone on the nightstand near his bed and shakily peeled away his sweat-drenched clothes, standing before his body-length mirror, eyes wide with shock. Reflected back at him was an androgynous figure that aired on the side of feminine. He had lost a solid tencentimters of height and there were no signs of facial or body hair. His hips were broad, with feminine, soft arms and legs that lacked the muscle definition they had a day prior. Additionally, his more squared jaw and broad facial features had receded, becoming more womanly while his hair fell to his shoulders, having lightened into a light, peachy color.

“W-- what!?” He squealed, turning deep red as he touched one of the B cup breasts protruding from his chest before letting out a gasp at its sensitivity. The throbbing sensation indicated they likely weren’t done growing. Between his legs, his genials had lowered, with his scrotum shrunken and empty and his cock withered to only a few cenimeters in length. Reality hit him like a ton of bricks as he shook his head in disbelief. “I’m t-- turning into a girl!?” Fear filled his words as he turned from the mirror and crawled into bed, trying his hardest not to panic.

‘Oh god-- what will Alice think?’ Tears brimmed his eyes as he shook his head and grabbed his phone to send her a text.

“Alice. Something is wrong with me… I don’t know what’s happening, but I’m changing. I’m shorter, my body is changing by the second-- oh god, I don’t know… I’m sorry… I don’t know what’s going on; the doctors would think I’m crazy and I don’t want you to see me like this.”

With that, he dropped the phone onto the bed next to him and buried his face in a pillow while his new tail extended from his spine’s base and his ears started to convulse and raise higher on his head. When would it end? What could Alice even do to help? Would she even still want to be with him?

Meanwhile, Alice had been experienced quite the interesting day as well. After napping completely nude in bed, strange sensations of stretching and growing rippled through her feminine frame, and much like Jason, she was overwhelmed by nausea and a profuse, cold sweat. Luckily, her symptoms were much less severe than Jason’s.

Upon waking, she immediately noticed something was off. “Hmm?...” She sat up and rubbed her eyes before raising a hand and looking at her arm. There was a noticeable amount of muscle definition that wasn’t there before; still quite feminine, but toned. ‘I didn’t accidentally take steroids, did I?’ She mused while standing to her feet.

As she walked to the bathroom, she felt power within her limbs and quickly noticed that her dresser and other room fixtures appeared lower than before. “Weird,” she mused while shaking her head and entered the bathroom. Upon flipping the light on, she went to inspect herself in the mirror and was immediately shocked.

“W-- Woah!” Her eyes widened as she saw a tall, gorgeous, and well-toned feminine form. Long, dark hair cascaded past her shoulders and obscured her view, so she quickly brushed her locks back and let out a low whistle. She wasn’t grotesquely muscular, but she somehow gained quite a bit of muscle definition, with visible abs, a tight stomach, and visible muscles within her arms. Additionally, she could see how much height she had clearly gained, which gave her a sexy amazonian vibe when combined with her musculature, large breasts, and wide hips.

“Am I a goddess??” She mused, turning to admire her supple, perky ass. It was then that she started to recall the genie wish from earlier-- had that not been a dream? As the fog of sleepiness dissipated from her mind, it dawned on her that the wish had been real and that these changes must have been a result of that. Would this body somehow allow her to be in a relationship with Jason?

It dawned on her that Jason may have also undergone physical changes and might be very confused right about now. Now panicked, she bolted to her room, briefly noting how easily her long, strong legs carried her. In an instant her phone was in hand and she pulled up her text conversation with Jason, reading the text he sent.

Upon reading, a chill ran through her spine and adrenaline coursed through her veins. “Oh shit-- did I fuck up?” She grunted under her breath, starting to curse as she dropped her phone and trotted around her room to gather up and put on clothes. She had to get over there as quickly as humanly possible.








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