Nathan had awoken with a glimmer of excitement in his heart on a Saturday morning, brushing his teeth with gusto before changing out into his best casual clothes he only ever saved for a good occasion as he slipped outside to the kitchen, intending to make himself a hearty breakfast to fuel the good mood he was in.

It was as if a fire had been lit within him; an empowering aura fueling him with energy for tonight's occasion.

A young man fresh out of college, Nathan was just your Average Joe; with a full time job running stock and management at a store that dabbled in all things anime, manga and games. He didn’t mind the lower than average paycheck if it meant he could spend nearly every day surrounded by like minded individuals and a whole array of merchandise to carefully sort out and display on the store shelves.

Like the saying goes; Choose a job you love, and you will never have to work a day in your life.

That being said, Nathan’s mind still wondered every now and then back to his days at college, about the people he met and the courses he attended. But most important of all though, were the times he’d spent with Alex; His childhood friend who’d stuck with him for years on end from kindergarten to college, the pair were inseparable, the time where they swore their bromance under a tree still fresh in his head.

But reality was a cruel mistress, with Alex breaking the news that he had to go overseas to help in taking over his father’s business. Although he never really spoke much of his family matters, Nathan knew better than to pry further, accepting his friend’s explanation without much resistance before seeing him off at the airport after they had graduated from college with both of them hoping to see each other soon once Alex had finished up with whatever he needed to do.

That had been a few years ago, and ever since his friend had stepped through the atrium doors, he hadn’t seen or heard a lick of Alex and what he was up to, his mobile number becoming unreachable and all his social media accounts coming to a standstill. It was as if he’d vanished off the face of the Earth.

Nathan had already resigned himself to the fact that Alex was never coming back, wishing him the best of luck with whatever he was doing in whatever part of Earth he had landed himself in, only to suddenly be reminded of his best friend once again when he had received a call a few days ago, checking his phone wearily in the middle of the night as it shook and rang on the nightstand, only for the name and number on the screen to jolt him wide awake as he swiped at the pickup button, the voice of Alex gracing his ears in what felt like forever. It was slightly more gruff and deep, but it was definitely him.

And after a lengthy session of catchup that lasted well into the wee hours of the night, Alex had dropped the news that he was back in state, asking if he was free for a meetup on Friday night to catch up and reminisce about the ‘good old times’. With Nathan naturally accepting his friend's request without a second thought.

“Anything's A-okay with me dude! It's just been so long…good to have you back!"

"Yeah…same here Nate, same here…see you next Friday then, I’ll tell you more about where to meet and such on the day itself, don't wanna keep you up too long!"

He had sounded strangely subdued when he spoke those words, but Nathan had chalked it up to Alex just being emotional. He was after all from the drama club, maybe he was putting on a show. And that bit had sent a shiver of uncertainty through Nathan as he remembered all the times his friend had put himself through unnecessary stress with last minute project submissions and plans.

Then again, it did feel great to see that part of his friend had survived the test of time

After that night, Nathan had immediately put in a request for a day off work on the coming Friday, spending each day leading up to it with a renewed vigor and excitement he rarely ever felt besides big releases for the anime and games he held dear. And before he knew it, the day for his reunion with Alex had finally arrived.

But as he slowly ate his breakfast over the low hum of the television, Nathan had found himself raising a brow once he realized that until night fell, there wasn’t much he could do, wondering why he had taken leave for today when he could just spend the day doing his job before meeting Alex straight after. The shop he worked in was even located in a popular mall, they could’ve met up way quicker and with less fuss than agreeing to meet at his house.

“Strange…I don’t remember him saying anything about meeting up here though…damn it, the place is in a mess!"

Although the furniture was more or less in place, Nathan could see how his dereliction of duty in caring for his home had left some places caked in dust with the blades of the ceiling fan especially coated in a thick noticeable layer of it. As unusual as it was for him to start caring about matters of cleanliness when he was satisfied at doing the bare minimum, Nathan couldn’t budge the feeling within him that something needed to be done before Alex arrived that night, finishing his breakfast before hurrying over to the kitchen to wash up the plates, drying them off while remaining oblivious to the fact that his nails were beginning to slim into lean pink shells of smooth keratin, neatly trimmed and well polished as the soap runs off his hands, leaving the surrounding skin looking healthier and free of the paper cuts and calluses that once dotted his softened hide.

With the dishes cleaned and the kitchen more or less in tip-top condition, Nathan moves to fetch the vacuum from the storage room, dragging out the portable machine alongside a mop and a bucket for later use. Scanning the living room with a faint sense of the daunting task ahead of him.

‘Still got plenty of time left till the evening so let’s make this quick! Don’t wanna miss that latest episode of Magi Giri at 12…’

Hooking up the power to the vacuum, Nathan begins to scour every surface with the ear piercing noise of the vacuum engines drowning everything out, moving his arms in that familiar looping back and forth motion as he sweeps the room of dust.

By the time he finishes filling up the first container with dust and debris, Nathan’s arms have taken on a more streamlined build; the thin lanky limbs having filled in with a trimmed layer of fat coupled with firm muscle and meat wrapped up in more of the silky smooth skin that had spread upwards from his wrists, Coming together to form an appealing set of arms that looked more at home on a woman than a man as his shoulders ripple for a moment before cracking inward while rounding out at the joints, sending a subtle ache running down his neckline as he raises a dainty hand to rub at the afflicted area.

But with only half the living room done and the rest of the house still needing attention, Nathan knew the time for rest was still far off as he picked up the vacuum, unlatching the dust box before emptying it out in a trash bag, ready to start the process all over again.

Over time though, the subtle transformation afflicting the young man would continue on unnoticed as he made his way through the household, pulling up rugs and shifting furniture to get at the mess hidden under or behind in corners that had gone unnoticed for so long. All while Nathan continues to shift and change, hairless skin slick with sweat painted over a slender figure that was starting to lose its masculinity with each passing second, flesh and muscle visibly pulsing like a beating heart as his body seems to compact in on itself; his back curving inward,  broad neck sculpted into a slender branch, gaunt hips forced outward as mass from a cinched in waist floods downward, pumping out a flat rear into a modest rump as thin legs fill with muscle and mass to become shapely pillars ending in petite feet free of calluses and dirt as the chipped nails that tipped them undergo the same process that had left his fingernails pristine and polished, looking like he had them pedicured not too long ago.

Emptying out yet another batch of filth from the vacuum, Nathan sighs as he the brow of his face with the back of his hand, cheeks becoming flushed with his movement causing the strangely sensitive skin to rub against the fabric of his clothes. Looking down in puzzlement at his baggy sleeves and trousers as he tugs absentmindedly at them while muttering in a voice sporting a much higher tone than it did that morning.

“Really need to get a new pair soon…gosh I hope I’ve got some better clothes in the back…can’t go out tonight looking like this!"

Nathan sighs as he rubs at his aching shoulders, ready to begin the process once more as he steps inside his room with vacuum in hand, draining every surface of dried skin, hair and grime. But with his body more-or-less transfigured into a barely recognizable form that fit the new role awaiting Nathan, the unseen force moves on to his face, the hands of an artisan squeezing and molding the man's facial structure into something more pleasing to the eye and one that matched his new body shape as his skull shrinks down nicely to fit his lean neck. The face of a young American man that was neither ugly nor handsome melting like jello left out in the sun for too long before reconfiguring into a feminine visage; complete with soft pink lips, atop which sits a cute nose centered between wide slant eyes framing a pair of brilliant chestnut brown pearls staring out at the world with a demure look.

Followed up with his crew cut head of black spiky hair lengthening into a bob cut that added onto the cutesy innocent look, Nathan yelps as he feels the sudden sting of golden earrings clipping themselves around his tiny earlobes, his vision drawing upward towards the mirror where he catches sight of his own reflection, pausing for a moment with the cleaning forgotten as he steps toward the sight of his face staring back at him with a warm blush on rosy cheeks. Something was wrong but he couldn’t place it. Was it his slimmer neckline? The makeup? His silky smooth fringe of well maintained hair?

“Silly me…i’m not supposed to be wearing these things indoors, but they do look good so…just for today!"

A man might expect to freak out if they one day found themselves looking like a young woman about to enter the peak of her youth, but not so if their memories and perception were being worked on at the same time to mask the physical changes. Beginning with Nathan’s core identity being rewritten to make it so that he had always been born female, in turn leading to a sequence of changes resulting from his mind now firmly believing in that new truth.

And with the reminder of tonight's meeting with his old friend, the memories of hanging out after school playing games and swearing his eternal friendship to Alex in the gardens is painted over in a more intimate hue; feelings of fondness over the times they spoke about games together becoming deeply cherished moments of studying and going out on dates together. The afternoon he had come to call a ‘cringefest worth remembering’ warping into the greatest point in her life when she finally managed to confess her feelings to Sam, her heart melting at the beautiful orange tinted scenery as the sun begins to set, dwindling sunlight breaching the thick canopy of the trees in the garden bathing the pair in serenity as they sat there together, swearing their love for each other.

Until it all came grinding to a halt when, on graduation day itself, Alex had come forth with the terrible news that he had to travel overseas to handle his ailing father’s business and that he couldn’t remain in contact despite her teary eyed protests, clenching a hand over her left breast as she remembered the pang of pain and betrayal she felt that day, battering her arms against Alex’s shoulder as she wailed for him not to go. Distracted by her thoughts, Nathan could barely feel the tickle of moving fabric against her skin as an ill fitting shirt reforms into a cute blouse.

But with time growing short, they both knew they had to let the other go, no matter how much either side wanted the other to say with them. After years of being together with Alex, Natasha knew better than to protest when he had that adamant look in his eyes.

"I can’t stay Nat…but I promise you this…wherever you are, I will come back for you. When I'm done settling my family matters, I’ll be back by your side."

He’d stolen her first kiss right after that proclamation outside the college, stifling her cries as he craned his neck downward, planting his mouth around hers in a loving embrace before the two parted with a bridge of saliva between them, leaving her as needy as she felt now, tracing her lips with a finger at the vivid memory of that kiss, feeling something beneath her soft pudgy navel tremble and twitch as the void between her legs begins to grow moist and warm with the task of cleaning all but forgotten as the vacuum falls from her hand and onto the carpet below.

But where there was once a thick pair of trousers that were struggling to cling on to her lower half, there now hung a form fitting pink pleated skirt, leaving the curvy contours of her long legs exposed and just short enough to conceal the matching lace panties beneath that had been formed from the remnants of the boxers she couldn’t remember wearing, pinching lightly against the soft flesh of her handlebar hips, riding up between the cheeks of a carefully sculpted bubble butt that jiggles with each step as Natasha staggers towards her bed, brown eyes burning with lust as the fabric clinging tightly around her privates to form a tantalizing cameltoe begins to grow damp; a dark wet spot spreading out from where her aching snatch lay, the thick lips of her vagina spasming in need as Natasha flops over onto the bed with an airy sigh, grunting as she hikes up her skirt to get at the source of her distress, the withering vestiges of Nathan still lingering in the newborn Natasha’s mind screaming as dexterous fingers pry apart her soaking panties before plunging into the virgin folds, a trembling thumb pressing down against the tiny nub of nerves that had once been the tip of a proud manhood, reduced to a shivering clit as her testicles finish forming into a pair of ovaries that flanked her pulsating womb, wasting no time in pumping estrogen throughout the young woman’s body as she begins to lose herself in the throes of fervent masturbation.

All the while picturing the vivid recreation of Alex in the forefront of her mind, banishing the last bits of resistance as she fantasizes the long awaited ‘moment of release’ with her lost boyfriend who had dropped a surprise call on her just a few days ago. The various porn flicks she had used to entertain herself in his absence coming in handy as she visualizes Alex’s form taking their place. She hadn’t yet seen him after all these years, so a younger version of him would have to make do, imagining his girth slowly penetrating her sopping folds, moaning in a sensual voice as her eyes rolled back into her head. She knew this was wrong, that she should be cleaning up in preparation for his arrival. But the shameful act of fingering herself while thinking of him only seemed to egg her on. Fast approaching the release she so desired to feel at the hands of her lover.

With one final push of her index finger as it rubs up against her G-spot, the lovestruck maiden lets out one final scream of ecstasy before falling limp on the bed with a generous spray of fluids erupting from her sputtering snatch splashing all over the floorboards and staining the sheets wet with her nubile young body left in a sweaty mess falling back onto the bed in a heap, exhausted and tuckered out after a combination of waking up a tad too early, house cleaning and an intense quickie in bed.

“A-Alex…I can’t…Mmm…”

Fading into a deep sleep, Natasha’s body would undergo the last steps of her metamorphosis into Alex’s ideal woman; with her bob cut hair lengthening out into long silky curtains that begin to dye themselves a chestnut brown color at the roots, the previously straight strands of hair beginning to curl and sway like strands of seaweed as if she’d paid a visit to an expensive salon. The demure visage of the sleeping maiden framed by that curled head of hair soon becomes subdued by a face more reminiscent of a gravure model; with minxy eyes and pouty cushions for lips that came together to form the salacious image of a woman on the prowl. Except she only had one man on her mind. One man she hadn’t seen in a long long time…

And as she slept, the strange magics at play begin the final steps of overwriting Nathan’s existence entirely; erasing any records of him ever having worked at that stuffy old store for geeks and nerds while implanting years worth of work at a fashion design company; making a living crafting dresses and outfits for the rich while doing a little modelling on the side. With the modest household shifting into one more fitting of a woman with high standards as Natasha falls asleep on the silky sheets of her king sized bed.

Nathan would forever be a bygone memory, left as a figment of the man he once was within a newly altered shell catered to the whims of the man he, or rather she, once thought of as a dear friend…

In a way, Natasha still held Alex in close regard…but her relationship with him had gone past simple friends and a little bit backwards past passionate lovers. She was his loyal girlfriend, his loving pet and a pleasure doll made for sex rolled into one.

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"Babe? I’m coming In!"

“Make yourself at home dear! I’m almost ready!”

Alex couldn’t suppress the grin on his face as he heard the sing-song voice of his girlfriend call down to him from the corridor in the expensive looking house he had stepped into. Eyeing up the expensive furniture in the living room alongside the various paintings and tapestry that hung off the walls.

Taking a left down a corridor however, and he instantly knew where to go, strolling up to the mahogany on the far side before twisting the handle and peering into the dimly lit master bedroom, eyeing up the lovely derriere of the woman standing silently in front of a desk with a mirror on it, applying glossy lipstick over her lips with an erotic outfit that left little to the imagination draped over her voluptuous figure. An inviting gap in her rear inviting his eager hands to do as he pleased with the creamy body beneath.

And so he did, walking up to her before sliding a large hand down that open gap in her clothes, grazing over her smooth skin before feeling up a handful of firm ass, squeezing hard as he feels her body tremble at his touch, her cheeks flushing red as she tried her best to hide how aroused she was despite the tents forming atop her pert breasts as her nipples hardened in response, the hand holding on to the lipstick just barely keeping steady as she continued to apply her makeup. Feeling her lower mouth dribble its sweet nectar all over his fingers as he continued to squeeze and knead her delectable butt while teasing her clit.

She had turned out just perfectly according to his design…

“I told you I was-hnf-still getting ready, didn't I? Oh, you animal!”

"Really Nat? Wearing something like this? You were practically begging for it…"

He had left this country years ago to rejoin his family when talks of succession had begun to float around within the family. He never liked his parents considering how terrible they were at being actual caregivers with how his old man was barely home and his mum being an apparent minx that had slept with almost every single man in their old neighborhood. Even more so when he heard of how cruel and merciless his father had been when it came to trade deals and handling his employees. It was why he had moved to the Americas.

But after receiving that call to return to the folds, he had some measure of hope in his heart that he might be able to reform his father’s rotten company, even if it meant he had to leave his closest friend behind to do it. Swearing to return once his job was done.

Except he never knew the ‘job’ entailed a time honored tradition involving daemonic contracts and black magic, finding out too late once he had been tranq’d and bound before his father in an ominous circle scrawled from animal blood seconds after arriving back at the family home.

By the time the ritual was over and the screams of the man he once was faded away, Alex was no longer himself anymore, inhabited by a twisted entity with access to Alex’s memories. And in its hunt for a suitable mate just like the parents before it, stumbled across an interesting scene of two boys growing close together over the years. Licking its lips as it settles on the naive human boy waiting for his friend to come home to him after all these years away.

And after a few minor adjustments to suit its tastes with the trap sprung over the phone, Natasha now stood squirming in its grip, none the wiser to the person she once was with a vapid smile on her clueless face. The sensation of twisting unwitting humans into perverse forms never grew old, and as she leaks another trail of lubricant down her thighs, the daemonic entity assuming the form of Alex could wait no longer as its fingers begin to encroach upon her virgin slit, probing at the sensitive lips guarding that sacred treasure between her plump thighs as the last bits of focus completely shatter under his touch.

“D-Dear? We’re going to be late for the movie…”

"Come now Nat…I think we both know what you really want…the movie can come afterwards…I love you babe…"

“Mmn~ Me too!”

Surprisingly, the young couple would have their movie date that night, albeit with Natasha looking more flushed than usual as she held onto her boyfriend and future husband’s hands during the entire runtime of the action animated flick they had booked to watch together the night before.

But as soon as the movie ended, the pair could be seen ducking out of the theater in a hurry, with the girlfriend looking extremely flushed and feverish as she pulled her boyfriend along before vanishing mysteriously past the exit to the mall, eager to finish what her boyfriend had started earlier that afternoon as they made out on the roof, the intimate side of their love unhindered by the demonic blood flowing in Alex’s veins and the corruptive influence that had made Natasha into the horndog she was.

And they couldn’t have asked for a better way to celebrate their long awaited reunion…

THE END