Transcript Start<br /><br />On a lazy Sunday morning where traffic was slow and the weather was nice and chill. A convention hall downtown displayed the opposite energy when compared to its sleepy surroundings as a steady stream of visitors continued to pour into the bustling venue lined with colorful posters and vibrant banners showcasing animated characters from Japanese media plastered all over the walls while an armada of booths laid within, run by the organizers, well known animation studios and community members selling merch and other memorabilia.<br /><br />Alongside the attractions, cosplayers mingled amongst the crowd, advertising booths or putting on shows dressed in the likeness of well known characters for avid photographers to snap pictures. Showcasing the veritable number of beloved properties that everyone there considered a part of their shared hobby and love.<br /><br />But at the far corner of the massive hall, away from the main rectangular path, an argument seemed to be brewing between a man and his female friend, dressed in a provocative getup that left her right shoulder bare and plentiful skin down below her creamy beige thighs exposed. Wrapped up in skin tight bandages beneath a short sleeved orange kimono that did more to add to an erotic vision than offering decent cover for a young lady such as herself.<br /><br />Her mannerisms however, didn't seem to reflect the image of a girl, but rather that of a man. From slender arms folded over her sarashi wrapped bosom to the way her feet were spread wide apart seemed to point to a tomboyish nature, backed up from her choice of words including gruff vocabulary and slang commonly tossed around between boys.<br /><br />"C'mon Jack, how much longer do I have to stay dressed in this stuff?! It's chafing my skin!"<br /><br />"I know it's been three days now but really? We're only an hour in for today and you're complaining? Just&#8230;tough it out alright? We're in the home stretch here!"<br /><br />"Tough it out?! Let's see you wear bandages for underwear and-"<br /><br />"Hi! Hope we aren't butting in or anything! Can we have a picture? Your Yoimiya cosplay looks sick!"<br /><br />"H-Huh?! O-Oh&#8230;ummm&#8230;s-sure! Any pose you girls have in mind?"<br /><br />Watching his irate friend turn her back to him with special attention directed to her exposed butt cheeks squeezing the wrappings that hid her privates as she bends over to pull off the pose asked of her, Jack's exasperation turns into satisfaction, musing over a coming decision he would have to make come the nightfall when the three day long convention would come to a close.<br /><br />'And just like that, he's in the mood for cosplay again&#8230;makes me wonder whether I should turn him back or not~'<br /><br />Just a few days ago, Jack had been in a panic. Being in charge of logistics for a doujin circle, the man was responsible for the distribution and circulation of the high quality erotica pumped out by the artists that were a part of the group. And considering there was high profile convention set to take place, he had partnered with a well known booth to sell a rather tame piece of work fit for the relatively 'pure' audience that would show up en masse. The only problem was; they lacked something to draw attention. And in anime cons like these, the best promotion was something eye catching&#8230;like for instance, an extremely well done cosplay with an equally stunning model to wear it.<br /><br />Lacking the model, Jack had resorted to a rather nifty pill producing, DNA altering device he reserved for private use when he approached his closest friend and housemate; Sam, seeing as he fit the bill for his history as an actor. Begging him to aid in promoting his booth for three days, promising big paychecks for doing so&#8230;without mentioning the character he would be cosplaying as he hands him an innocuous pink pill loaded with the genetics of the most beautiful and fitting Asian models he could think of. A product of the miracle device in his possession.<br /><br />With a convincing argument and a reminder of that juicy money, it was all Sam needed to swallow the gene pill, unaware of its true purpose until his entire body seemed to tremble with reverberant waves coming from somewhere deep in his belly. Before his fleshy meat suit began to undulate into a light pink humanoid blob. An organic canvas upon which firm, milky tits would bloat forth from solid pecs while a curvy hourglass molds itself from a gaunt outline. And in place of Sam's handsome Caucasian face , an invisible artisan paints a stunning oriental visage over it, slanting lashes, curving and thinning a broad nose into a cute button before pumping thin lips into pert cushions of pink, stripping porcelain smooth skin of body hair in the process while fluffy curls of blonde fall down a perfectly curved back until a wild, unkempt curtain hangs down long enough to tickle heart shaped buttocks leading down to long slender legs.<br /><br />It was a rapid process that ended in seconds. And instead of Sam, there now stood a gorgeous Japanese woman in his place, looking blankly down at her curvy body for a moment before reaching down to cup a breast and rub her flat, toned navel, poking the void between her legs crowned by a smooth patch of yellow pubes where she remembered a proud pecker hanging once upon a time&#8230;Needless to say, Jack received plenty of bruises that day after Sam's violent response. Despite her loss in height and power, she still packed a mean punch, aided by claw-like nails whose scars still remained on Jack's forearms.<br /><br />Putting that rocky start aside however, Sam had done well in honoring her part of the deal once she had gotten used to walking with a sway to her step and a bob to her body. Thanks to her playing plenty of Genshin Impact before her transformation into the character's real life doppelganger, Sam had fallen easily into the role of Yoimiya once the convention began, bounding and prancing around the booth in her skimpy cosplay attire. Attracting customers by the dozens and earning them all plenty of dough by the end of day one alone. And even though she got fussy about how tight or revealing the outfit was, one sign of a fan and those worries would be forgotten.<br /><br />And despite his better thinking, Jack was starting to have second thoughts about turning his friend back when he caught her masturbating in her room the night before, overlaying the sight of a naked Sam with her hair down, nubile young body slick with sweat, dainty hand pressed over her mouth as she arches her spine, muffling her arousing moans while crying tears of ecstasy as a jet of fluids spray forth from the dildo lodged deep in her vagina just as she rights her posture, waving farewell to the group of fangirls who had their fill before turning and almost smacking face first into her friend, snapping him out his heated reverie.<br /><br />"What&#8230;what're you staring at me so hard for?"<br /><br />"O-Oh&#8230;it's just&#8230;you looked really into it there for a moment&#8230;"<br /><br />"S-Shut it! I'm heading back to the booth!"<br /><br />"Hey! What about your break?&#8221;<br /><br /> Unbeknownst to Jack, Sam was beginning to harbor doubts about being turned back. Despite how alienated and fearful she felt on her first day, within the span of a week, that negative view had been changed for the better as she got used to her new body as well as it's needs; from going to the toilet seated down, keeping her hair clean and tidy, wearing tampons when she had her first menstruation that left her grumpy and tired, hence the complaints.<br /><br />But the greatest hurdle however, was the sudden fits of estrus her body would enter into at random. And although she fought those feelings off for as long as she could, an entire week as a girl was beginning to alter her mind, affecting how she saw her relationship with Jack made worse by two whole days spent prancing around in revealing clothes that brushed, squeezed and irritated her sensitive body in view of her friend&#8230;It had been too much, forcing her to give in to the sinful act of release while she envisioned Jack clearly in her mind as she flicked and jammed a makeshift toy into her new wet canal. Just thinking about it was enough to make her nipples swell and her pussy to spasm in need, casting a sidelong glance behind her at Jack, tracing his not too shabby physique and the package he had down below, sighing in defeat as she pushes those clamorous thoughts aside with a torn look on her face, biting down on her lower lip.<br /><br />'Damn that lying idiot&#8230;'<br /><br />Transcript End<br /><br />A caption ive been meaning to make for awhile now but never got around to it till now. 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