Damien was what you would expect to envision within your mind if someone were to ever ask you what an ‘Average Joe’ meant. Plain and simple in both physical appearance and choice of outfit, the young man was a student in a prestigious art school that catered to almost every single form of art one could excel in to express themselves; from simple paintings to elaborate carves sculptures. If it existed, then there was probably one lecturer specialized in that art form roaming the halls.

But Damien's specialization was something…unique…something that set him apart from every single student in the school. You might think it to be an extraordinary talent in replicating a scene in the real world on canvas with amazing attention to detail, or maybe he was a savant with the hammer and chisel; hacking away at a block of stone to turn it into a beautiful maiden?

You'd be forgiven for thinking that of someone in such a famous school whose seats were reserved for only the greatest in their line of work.

Damien's talents lay in anime, more specifically: producing works that could rival many of the other students in terms of quality and the ability to stand out from the crowd. Despite the infamous label on simple 2D art depicting characters with eyes the size of watermelons and a figure that might shatter if you simply breathed on them, Damien's work was enough to convince the naysayers that such an art form could be something amazing if the artist behind the screen or canvas was capable enough. If you walked the halls and passed the board where students' works were displayed, you'd have to be blind to miss all of Damien's pieces considering they were the only ones with the 'anime aesthetic' mixed in with the other realistic portraits or statuettes.

But there was something else that only Damien could pull off, a talent…or maybe power would be the best way to put it, to alter the appearance and mentality of anything he wished. All he needed was a canvas, sheet of paper or digital painting software to pull it off, with an exorbitant amount of brainpower put towards envisioning the result. He couldn't just paint, he needed to think about the texture, age, behaviors. And in the case of a living being; mental alterations, spoken language, awareness and so much more that can't possibly be listed here. Whether it was changing a pencil to into a pen or binding a runaway robber in ropes, anything was possible, limited only by his ability to paint it 

Suffice it to say, Damien was host to a power that could be used for good or evil. Thankfully for those concerned, the man wasn't one to dream about world domination or getting back against bullies in his past. He was more concerned with playing gacha games and reading manga like the nerd he was, sharing his hobbies with his closest friend and the only other person aware of his more fantastical ability; Fred.

Despite their tight knit bond, Fred was one who always pushed for innovation. And when it came to Damien refusing to do anything not related to anime unless it was absolutely necessary, Fred was relentless in getting his buddy to try out something else.

As much as he loved the medium, Fred wanted the best for his friend, and the only way he knew how; was to get him to move on from the anime aesthetic. Turning afternoon hangouts into borderline interrogations meant to coerce Damien.

Just like Fred however, Damien himself was beginning to tire of his friend's attempts to wean him off his 'anime addiction', hatching a plan to get Fred to see why he liked it so much while also giving him an experience he wouldn't ever forget quite so soon.

And if he remembered right, Fred was down bad for 2D himself, recently having taken a gamble before losing the chance to roll for a beloved character he desired in a certain mobile game they both played. The perfect plan now boiling away in Damien’s mind with how to get back at his annoying friend…

Stepping into an empty room with the midday sunlight peeking through the half closed shutters, Damien sets down his heavy sling bag on the matted floor before Fred follows him inside with a portable easel held under his shoulders, easily hefting the heavy thing with his well built arms as he takes a knee, setting up the stand for the demonstration Damien had in mind when he filled him on the details that morning. Glancing up at his confident friend as he unpacks a canvas from his bag before withdrawing a bunch of tools for painting.

“Never thought you’d be the one to finally give in, if it’s this easy to get you to follow along, maybe i’ll pester you a bit more, hm?”

Chuckling as he walks over before snapping the yellow canvas atop the easel’s clamps, Damien slaps his hand over Fred's shoulder in a playful manner. He seemed unusually chipper today, especially when talking about something he used to vehemently refuse to even consider. Maybe pestering really did force him to see things from Fred's perspective.

"Heh, pester me more and I might just go nuts y’know? I just decided…maybe things do need to change for once…don't think I'm gonna stop making my own art though…"

"The day I see you stop making or talking about anything anime related will be the day the world ends…so what did you have in mind?"

"Oh you'll see, step back, and let the maestro do his work~"

Taking a seat at the back while watching Damien begin his work, Fred leans back into his seat while watching closely, inspecting each stroke of the brush as simple lines eventually coalesce into crashing waves, splotches of white becoming the foam of a raging sea while vague shapes become birds flying over the horizon. It reminded him of a very famous piece almost everyone with even a slight interest in art would’ve heard or seen at least once in their life.

“Is that-”

“Shush! Maestro at work here remember?”

The sea foam was much more simplistic, but Fred could see how ‘organic’ Damien was making the waves out to be, applying the illusion of motion with a bit of blur here and there with the added bonus of lighting and stripes to direct the viewer’s attention. It was pretty simplistic, but the effect worked.

‘Wait…what is he doing…’

Dabbing down on the empty side of the canvas, Damien leaves a huge red smear, before carefully etching details over the red orb, replicating a visual style similar to fire that was vaguely visible until one got close enough to see the intricate webs of dark crimson flames webbing out across the fiery orb of the sun. Once he was done with that, a little bit of sea spray and the silhouettes of passing birds was enough to add the finishing touches.

But that was when Fred noticed the vacant spot in the middle of the canvas, where the sea should’ve been rolling with angry waves, there was instead an area of flattened waves with lines fanning outward from its point of origin, only just realizing the waves weren’t supposed to be natural at all, but rather the direct result of something yet to be painted landing in the ocean.

“Now it’s time for the real work to begin~”

Putting down the brush, Damen extracts a drawing pen from his pocket before immediately resuming his work, sketching the outline of a masculine figure before filling in the blanks with shading and detailed linework.

By the time Damien was done with the preliminary lineart, Fred could already see a very familiar visage drawn on the animated male wielding an enormous paintbrush like a club, clad in very ill-fitting garments with equally inappropriate parts bulging from said garments…

“You asshole…”

“What can I say, I work with the best…but I'm not done just yet."

Damien had sketched an anime styled version of Fred in some sort of heroic landing pose with his handsome face and soccer club body perfectly translated into 2D. But there was just one problem…he was wearing a kimono…a kimono that was obviously meant for women considering how tight the garment was against the body of his animated self…a tightness he was unaware of beginning to snake across his very own flesh and blood body with his mind preoccupied with thoughts of 'Where have I seen that kimono before?'

By the time he realizes what his friend had done to him as a sash magically wraps itself around his torso before tightening like a snake on the hunt, Fred is left unable to move as Damien turns to face him with a devilish grin.

"D-Damien?! You asshole!"

"Uh huh! No sudden moves just stay right there till I….there we go, now we can get started. Just trust me when I say this will probably feel good!"

“Oh, it’ll feel good when I fucking get my hands around your neck alright!”

Turning the easel around to conceal his work from Fred, Damien sizes him up with a thumb, winking as he makes eye contact for a second before getting to work again, this time with a renewed vigor Fred had only ever seen him utilize whenever he started painting anything closely related to anime.

He knew Damien had all the power now that he was caught under his spell, but Fred knew he had to find some way to weasel out of this before he received a visual overhaul that involved more than just his clothes after realizing where he had seen that kimono before.

“Dammit Damien! You’d better strop this right now or I 誓ってそうする...なに?” (-swear i’ll…what?)

“There we go, helps with the immersion now…”

But before he could process the shock of suddenly speaking perfectly fluent Japanese while being unable to mouth anything remotely English that didn’t sound like a dog struggling to breathe, Fred’s mind shudders with a sudden tingle as his scalp burns up, unable to see the sight of his spiky brushed head of hair fizzle into wavy locks of midnight purple hair, bundling themselves neatly as a heavy assortment of floral accessories that gave the impression of fleshy caps of fungi materialize over his head, peering upward at the sensation of his new fringe tickling his brow.

With his scalp and hair done up, the chilling feeling of an invisible brush moves on down to the bridge of his nose, wincing at the cartilage snapping into a lean slender button with his eyes warping into slanted almonds, sporting a heavy oriental hue to them as his deep blue eyes widen into feminine pearls, blinking away tears with his cracked lips ballooning into exquisitely smooth cushions, ripe for a hearty kiss. The entirety of Fred’s visage had been subsumed by that of a beautiful Japanese maiden, complete with a slight yellowish tint to the soft, radiant skin that coated his face, with the changes now converting his broad shoulders and thick neck into a shapely pillar flanked by small rounded orbs that now fit the loose sleeves of the kimono nicely, hanging off them like a tease.

“やめろバカ！アニメの女の子になんかなりたくないよ!” (Stop it you idiot! I don’t wanna be an anime girl!)

Instead of the furious yell he had expected to hear, a  girly shriek comes pouring forth from Fred’s dainty mouth in a voice that was clearly no longer his own with the Adam's apple in his neck receding just before he had thought to shout. Leaving him both stunned and slightly aroused at the sound of his newly acquired voice.

“I see you’re loving it already, hold on for just a bit more there pal, I’ll make sure this next one gets you real good~”

“黙れ！あなたは幸運です--きゃあ?!” (Shut up! You’re lucky I-kyahn?!)

True to his words, Fred’s rant was interrupted by a sharp pang of pleasure erupting from just behind his chest, struggling to look down with his eyes widening at the sight of his muscular chest being twisted into twin sundaes with his nipples being the literal cherry on top, like an invisible twisty machine had clamped iself around his chest before activating, only instead of tearing his precious nips off, his seemingly elastic flesh was now going along with the flow Looney Tunes style; building up mass and buoyancy, filling in and pushing away the empty cups of his kimono until…

With a mighty force that sends his back snapping inward and his gut feeling emptied out, the twin peaks of tortured flesh explodes outward into a firm set of milk filled teats, spraying a generous amount of white nectar on the floor in front of him as his slim neck breaks free of the spell, twisting backward as a guttural moan escapes Fred’s lips, unable to believe he was screaming in the voice of a girl in heat.

By the time he manages to get a grip on his senses with the overwhelming pleasure washing over him, the transformation had moved on down past his now cinched in waist with the sounds of bone crunching into lighter, lengthier proportions alongside the squelch of shifting flesh and organs with the oriental tide claiming his abs, melting them away until only a tight navel with an erotic belly button in the center remained, twitching with each labored breath coming out in a girly wheeze.

“頼む...ダミアン...やめてくれ” (Please…Damien…stop…)

“Goddamn…your voice is making it really hard to concentrate here…”

Fred knew it himself; that every word out of his mouth was like literal ASMR torturing his already pleasure stricken body, only continuing to grow more and more restless with each unseen stroke of the brush behind the canvas. At this point, the only parts of Fred that remained were his bulky legs with his arms long since having been turned into slender, porcelain branches ending in dexterous digits lined with well cared for nails that glimmered in the light of the setting sun. But that would soon be remedied as a gurgling sensation beneath his tight navel alerts Fred to the dreaded finale.

Too weak and numbed by ecstasy, the only thing Fred could do in his frozen posture with a hand outstretched before him was to plead weakly while attempting to ignore the hefty D cups hanging off his chest and the aching void beginning to fill his belly with the formation of a new set of sexual organs to fit the inevitable inversion soon to come.

“お願い...Hnnnggg~ バカ!!!” (Please…Hnnnnggg~ Idiot!!!)

With her pleas falling on death ears, Fred can only brace herself for the finale as her shriveled manhood comes under fire from the relentless hairs of a paintbrush, yelping and crying out in pleasure as each stroke sends a dribble of cum splattering onto the floor, until the thick sour sap eventually gives way for a gentle trickle of transparent juices more akin to water as it sprays out in jets from between the fleshy lips of her new snatch, staining the loincloth between a shapely pair of perfectly sculpted legs with fattened thighs jiggling in the throes of orgasm, glimmering trails of lubricant running down her untainted skin to join the puddle already forming below while being unable to move with Damien’s magic holding her still.

Freed from her restraints, a newly feminized and very Japanese Fred collapses to her knees, panting wearily with her hands running up and down all over her body in short, shaky bursts  of speed, lingering over her breasts, before drawing down to rub her navel until gingerly tweaking the vague outline of a camel toe pressed up against the cloth between her legs. Her almond shaped eyes half open in a look of pure disbelief with hints of a very different kind of hunger burning behind the deep blue irises.

“あなたは私を...女の子に変えてくれた！” (You..turned me into a girl!)

“Not just any girl…I thought you remembered the kimono?”

Hefting the canvas so that it’s painted side now faced her, Fred’s eyes widened at the perfect portrait of the adorable Katsuhika Hokusai standing in a serene pose where her animated self once stood amidst an angry sea, now changed to reflect a serene shot off a sandy beach with birds flying high in the blue skies around her, with the signature cephalopod partner to the fictional character floating by her side to complete the picture.

“綺麗...” (Pretty…)

“I know right…it’s probably my best piece yet….so now are you willing to get off my case?”

Giggling upon realizing what the root cause was, Fred sighs before trying to rise to her feet, tripping on the baggy hem of her kimono before Damien’s hand grabs ahold of her tender shoulders, stopping her fall short with her soft lips an inch away from planting a kiss on her friend.

“キスするのか？” (Are we gonna kiss or what?)

“Hah! Contrary to how you look and sound right now pal? I’m not falling for my best friend even if he is a smoking hot anime babe!”

“それなら私はあなたを悩ませることをやめません~” (Then I won’t stop bugging you~)

“W-What? Why?! Didn’t I prove I can do stuff well even if it’s got anime in it?”

Putting a finger up to her lips whimsically as she circles Damien, Fred comes to a stop with her back facing away from him, ready for payback as she undoes the brooch around her waist, sighing as the suffocating kimono comes loose around her slender new body like a gift being unwrapped.

“What are you…”

Spreading her arms away from her chest to let the rest of her clothes fall off of her body, Fred slowly makes her way toward Damien with a rapidly beating heart, thrilled at the exhibitionist act while feeling strangely confident as her friend, formerly the one in power, begins to back away in a nervous fit at the hazy look on his friend’s face; a vapid smile with glittering eyes locked on to him like a predator sighting prey.

Only for her to come to a stop just inches away from the easel…the last bits of her kimono dangling off her shapely limbs like the wings of an angel just behind her heavenly figure; showing off her tight hourglass figure and a pert pair of breasts rising and falling with each bated breath out of Fred’s pouty lips.

“それで？私は一日中持っていません~” (Well? I don’t have all day~)

“You mean…”

The foxy  look in her eyes and the seductive pose Fred had frozen herself in was all the talented artist needed to know to get to work, rushing back behind the canvas and preparing a new sheet much to her friend’s chagrin. Live drawing wasn’t unfamiliar territory for her so standing still for hours on end wouldn’t be a problem.

What would be a problem however, was the burning ache in her loins and the tingling need for a pair of hands to tweak the bright pink and very erect pair of nipples atop her heavy breasts. If this next piece of art surpassed her expectations, which she knew it would, then she’d promise to leave poor Damien alone…after he had also finished tending to her very needy body. Not like she could help it, as much as her male self wanted to swap back, the newly ingrained seeds of femininity spreading through her body as a result of the brand new ovaries in her body wasting no time in pumping her full of estrogen, weaning her off of her hesitance and spurring the lustful dominatrix beginning to take ahold of her the longer she remained this way.

‘彼は何と言いましたか？ 「これが気持ちいいことを確認する」？’ (What was it he said? ‘I’ll make sure this feels good’?)

Needless to say, the two friends would be feeling very good and confident of the other’s ability by the time night fell upon the relatively peaceful cityscape…

THE END