A Wrenzephyr2 -verse TF, TG, RC, AR story
(Man to Various)
The man looked down to the bowl of candy, then up to his friends in the crowd. Of course Ebonii would find a way to drag him into some kind of transformation game show… He sighed, sending a glance back down to the bowl. The rules were simple enough: he had to have at least three candies from the bowl within a span of five minutes, and would earn an easy million dollars. Apparently money wasn’t an issue to magical folk.
No, they were interested in transformation. Each candy would have an effect on his body, changing his race, gender, age, or all of the above. This was exactly why Jo had called Francesca out. If things went wrong, he wanted the witch to be able to help him. Not that he didn’t trust Ebonii, but last time he’d put his safety in her hands, he’d ended up as a breeding bunny for a week. Which… Admittedly wasn’t bad. But it sure as hell wasn’t great, either.
“You can do it, Jo!” Sam called from the side. Jo called her out there for moral support, and he was glad he had. The brown-haired man waved to his friend before deciding to get it over with. He grabbed the first morsel, popping it into his mouth and chewing on it contemplatively. It wasn’t bad, but all the same… Why was his shirt tight? His train of thought slowed, and he looked down to find a pair of breasts budding from his masculine chest.
Jo gasped, his hands pressing against his chest as it began to swell out. “N-no way!” He whimpered, a groan slipping from his lips as invisible hands caressed his sides, molding him into an hourglass figure. His eyes widened as they gripped his manhood, pressing it against his groin, flattening it, smoothing it, and replacing it entirely with a pussy.
“F-first one’s already a transgender candy… Great…” Jo whimpered, barely stifling another groan as she played her feminine fingers along her crotch. A chorus of calls from the audience reminded her that she wasn’t alone, and she snatched her fingers from it as though her sex was as hot as it felt.
Jo groaned, looking down to her new body. It was sexy, and unabashedly so. She looked out to her friends in the crowd, a sheepish smile crossing her features as she realized they were among those catcalling at her. “H-hey! Come on, quit it!” She blushed cutely, her gorgeous college body attracting more than a little attention.
Her mind shifted slightly as she fidgeted on stage, complimenting her physical changes with a light dose of mental shifts. It made sense to her, because even though Jo was a pretty name, a gorgeous girl like her really deserved to be called Joy. “Well, that’s one down!” She looked down to the candy bowl and grabbed another morsel, popping it in her mouth warily, soon feeling that familiar sensation of transformation.
“What now?” Joy groaned, huffing as her body began to shrink. She looked to her slimming hands, then to her sleeves, which hung slightly over her hands. Her shoes felt looser around her feet, and the girl blinked in confusion. Then she quickly pulled out her phone, using it as a mirror to look at her changing face.
Her cute features were getting sharper despite a layer of baby fat covering them. Her eyes widened slightly, features shifting to better befit a tween than a young woman. It didn’t bother her as much as losing the gorgeous shade of blue in her eyes, a drab brown replacing it. Her skin tanned as she watched, and she realized she’d hit an ethnic change.
“Dios mio…” Joy muttered, her brows furrowing. Was that Spanish? She didn’t know… Well, of course she knew it, but she wasn’t that practiced in it. Her madre kept trying to get her to learn la lingua de familia, but the best she could manage was a broken Spanglish.
“At least this time it’ll be muy facil.” The girl muttered, eyelids fluttering as she began to think of herself as Joaquina. She reached for the bowl, noting how much higher it was than it had been a bit ago, and popped a snack into her mouth. “I don’t want to be some kind of kid.”
Joaquina tutted, feeling changes wash over her again. “Maybe this time things will go right, no?” she asked, her slight Hispanic accent slipping from her lips as she began to grow once more. The tan of her skin receded as she grew, and she could feel her hair slipping up her back once more.
“Ooh! Maybe I’ve hit another transgender!” Joaquina beamed, looking down to her hands and watching as the dark pigment that marked her as a Hispanic faded away. The feminine tone to her fingers hadn’t changed in the slightest, and she sighed. “Or not…”
On the bright side, her English skills were back in full force-God save the Queen and all that. They were a far cry from the bastardized language she’d spoken as a Yank. Joanna huffed as she became a woman once more, and she pulled her hoodie’s sleeves back over her hands.
“Well, that’s better.” Her tone lost its easy drawl in favor of a more clipped, professional tone. Joaquina arched her back as her breasts grew-and she kept arching it, despite their growth slowing almost immediately. A pout crossed her lightening lips, and she ran her hands through her hair as it lightened from black to a dark brown.
“Of course. Guess I should’ve known a Brit wouldn’t get a bust.” She sniggered at her own joke, looking to the bowl. Technically this would be enough to win her the cash prize, but… She did want to be a little more endowed. Quickly, she popped another treat past her lips, chewing on it contemplatively.
Joanna huffed, feeling herself shrink again. “I’d bloody hoped that wouldn’t happen.” She muttered, a shudder passing through her body. Her body began to shrink once more, this time faster than it had earlier. She was racing down, down, down, everything getting so large around herself.
Her eyes widened and her heart hammered in her chest. Joanna barely had time to grab at the candy bowl, snatching a treat from it before it fell out of her reach. Unfortunately, her fingers chose precisely that moment to shorten, and she lost her grip on the candy almost immediately. It landed in the pile of clothing that was her jeans, and she rummaged through them desperately.
“Wait, what? No, I dun wike dis! My voice! Jonie soundin’ wike a toddwew!” Joanna yelped, wobbling on her feet and falling onto her bottom. She flailed her arms and kicked her little legs, her oversized clothes covering her like so many layers of blankets. “Hewp mubugh! Boo gwah!”
Her mind was regressing far faster than it had with the other changes, and drool dripped from her lips as her eyes glossed over. “Gooba Josie!” Little Josie managed, giggling with amusement. Fortunately for her, her infant mind still wanted candy, and she found it in a matter of seconds. Unfortunately, it was hard candy, and hurt her gums.
“Guh bwah!” Josie whimpered, settling for swallowing the treat and squeezing her eyes shut. She couldn’t remember why she was upset at first, but it was getting easier to recall. The toddler opened her eyes to see her skin darkening, a dark coffee shade sweeping across her lengthening limbs.
“Buughhh, weww maybe this won’t be so bad…” Her voice returned to herself, childhood innocence flooding her mind once more. “Least I ain’t a baby.” She giggled, her hair curling into thick, dark locks. The girl rapidly grew in age, and had the privilege of feeling her clothes tighten around her body once more as though they were form-fitted to herself.
She kicked her limbs, giggling as they lengthened back into her clothing… Mostly. Her underwear had come loose, but she didn’t really mind. It was men’s underwear, after all. Still, a rush of shame colored her dark face, and she clutched at her oversized pants, pulling them up tightly to cover herself.
Joniece. That was her name… Wasn’t it? Of course it was. Joniece rolled her eyes at how silly she was, then sighed with exasperation as she realized that the changes were ending here. She wasn’t growing any further past being a tween, and that just wasn’t her jam.
She popped a candy into her mouth, her sleeve dangling down to her thigh. “Aw, hell no. I ain’t a fan of bein’ some kinda kid.” She crunched on it as the time counted down, a groan slipping past her plump lips as she began to fill out her hoodie once more… A little too well in some areas.
Her breasts and ass ballooned out almost instantly, losing their dark shade instantly. They jiggled for the crowd’s benefit, and she wobbled her arms to maintain her balance. “The hell? I look like some kinda shortstack!” She whimpered, smiling with relief as her limbs lengthened, restoring her old height.
A low and husky moan slipped from her mouth as she grew, and Joniece’s face flushed as freckles dotted her visage. Her eyes brightened to a familiar blue, though they no longer held the same intelligence. The woman matured in a matter of seconds, shifting from a young black girl to a regular country gal.
The buzzer rang, and the woman looked out in surprise. Jobeth pressed at her bobbed hair with a hand curiously, a habit she’d had ever since getting homeschooled. “Hey, what in tarnation’s that for?” She asked, resting hand on her hips.
The announcer spoke for the first time since she’d come on the stage, and his masculine voice brought a surge of warmth to Jobeth’s barely-educated, barely-restrained mind. “That was the last candy for you, I’m afraid. However, given your… Exuberance, we’ve decided to allot you a little magic, for putting up such a good show!”
“Well, ain’t that just typical. Guess it beats being some kinda kid.” Jobeth clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, tilting her head to the side. “And y’all said I get changes based on how much y’all like me?” Her lips quirked into something approaching a smile.
“Absolutely correct! Our impartial panel of judges has tallied the vote, and you’re allowed three changes to yourself, or to anyone else… For example, your three guests.” As the announcer spoke, stage lights clicked on, focusing on the surprised faces of three women that Jobeth didn’t recognize.
“Well’n. Ah don’t seem to recall comin’ here with them three. But… Ah do ‘member comin’ here with my daughters.” Jobeth hummed, gesturing towards the women that had been Jo’s friends. Sam, Ebonii, and Franchesca exchanged uneasy glances, realizing they were about to feel the full brunt of the redneck’s imagination.
“Ah think first off… That’un with the British flag. Just ain’t patriotic. Ah maht hafta raise her ‘gain, so why don’t we just ease’r down to a toddler? That okay, sugah?” Drawled the country gal, a patient smile on her face.
Sam’s eyes widened, and the redhead lifted her hands in a panic. “H-hold on! Jo, you know me! We’re best friends, y’all ain’t got t’do this’n t’me!” Her words degenerated into a thick drawl as her clothes began to billow around herself, larger and larger with every passing second.
“No!” Sam squeaked, looking to Ebonii next to her and watching as the woman seemed to double in height, then triple. “Pwease, I ain’t got time t’be a kiddy!” She teared up, lifting a hand towards her friend and watching her fingers pull back in towards her hands.
Already changes were setting into the young woman’s mind, and she thought of Ebonii less as a friend and more as a sister. Memories of her life before this were slipping away like sand, replaced by thoughts of their home trailer. She looked down to her clothes, watching as they covered her body like brightly-colored playthings.
She pawed at her clothes, lifting them and tossing them around. They were so big, and honestly it was a little fun to do so. “Hehee! Mommy, wook! Ah’m pwayin’ with mah clowies!” Sammabelle giggled, the last of her red hair fading into a short-cropped dirty blonde. The toddler rolled in her seat happily, and Ebonii reached out to steady her.
“Aw, ain’t that sweet. Bonnie always takes such good care’ve her little sis. Ain’t you just the star’n my eye, Bonnie?” Jobeth cooed, proud of her daughter. “Though that said, ah ain’t never been with no black man ‘fore, not for lack o’ tryin’. Ah think y’all’d be much better off like me.”
Ebonii’s eyes flashed. “Screw y’all.” She managed, grunting as her dark skin began to lighten. It wasn’t as bad as she’d expected, but it wasn’t exactly a blessing either. Her upper lip curled with scorn as it thinned, her beautifully curly hair straightening and taking on a sandy color.
Then she noticed her clothes were beginning to grow around herself, and Bonnie realized there was another part to this besides a simple race change. Her mom had her when she was in high school, so that’d make Bonnie… Fourteen? Thirteen? One of the two, she never really was good with numbers…
Bonnie huffed, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms. “Like, ma! Can we just get outta here? Ah’m real proud’a you for winnin’, but I wanna get dinner ready!” The tween huffed, leaning back in her chair and curling her tawny hair in a finger idly. Her mom could be really scatterbrained sometimes, which of course meant that the young girl had to take care of the house.
“Be right with ya, gotta get the wee baby Frannie backta normal.” Jobeth hummed, looking to the oldest of the group, a wide smile on her face. “She’s jus’ the most precious thing, ain’t she? Can’t wait for’r to start talkin’. Ah hope her first word’ll be ‘momma’.”
“Non!” Francesca pleaded. She hadn’t expected this, and was caught singularly unprepared as her body began to change. “It is bad enough that ah have tuh talk lahk some kinda Murcan-eep!” Her hands flew to her throat, her eyes brightening to a blue that matched her sisters… Friends… Sisters?
“Ngh. I ain’t gonna go down that easily!” Tears dewed at her eyes as she struggled to cast some kind of spell, anything to keep her from regressing further. Nothing came to mind, and her trimmed hair began to weigh heavily at her head like a set of cheap curls.
It was getting harder to think, harder to recognize herself as Francesca. Honestly, it was hard to think of herself as anything, she didn’t have the mental facilities for that. “Like, stahp! I don’t wanna be some kinda baby, pwease! My voice! No, I’m gettin’ a baby wisp! Pweathe, hewp!” She looked to her new sisters, but only found amusement in their eyes.
Frannie sniffled, looking up to Bonnie and Sammabelle. “No wan be baboogah! Nooguhbee!” Her lower lip quivered, and tears dripped down her eyes to her button nose. She squeaked as Bonnie scooped her up into the girl’s arms, rocking her and calming her down.
The last of the woman’s intelligence trickled away as she started to suck her thumb, the placid stupidity of youth overtaking her. She curled her toes and nuzzled into Bonnie’s embrace, brushing her tiny thumb against her first tooth.
Jobeth hummed, bouncing one of the curls of her hair. “That’s more like it.” She chuckled, only to pause as she noticed that her little girls were all wearing horribly mismatching, greatly oversized clothes. She crossed her arms, sighing as she realized that they’d all need new outfits.
“Well, shucks. Ain’t that a shame, we’re gonna have to go on a shoppin’ trip. Y’all girls lucky I won that there game, else I’d’nt have enough cash to cover this. Gonna get y’all a proper edumacation with these’ere winnin’s.”
The crowd watched as the newly made mother ushered up her family. There was no trace of the man or the women who’d arrived with him, they were forever stuck in their new bodies. For better or worse, they were a family now.