[TF, M->F, Hair/Breast/Ass Growth, Skin Fabricification]

"Oh, I'm sorry miss…" a familiar voice called from behind Paul's rear. He managed to slip himself into the stall, his enhanced butt catching on the door before finally forcing through with a pop. The voice gasped softly. "Um, miss… I know this is going to sound crazy, but that sweater, it looks just like one I got my boyfriend. I'm actually looking for him, have you seen him?"

Paul froze. The voice locked into his head as Gabrielle's, and he could feel the panic racing through his veins. A chill settled over him, despite his warm and thick exterior. Shame tainted the whole experience. Here he was, masturbating like a wanton slut in the middle of a public bathroom! That wasn't like him, and he could only blame the influencing power of the device. Had Gab seen him? The thought turned his stomach, he couldn't dare to think if that was the case.

"Look, I…" Paul cut off. Even his voice sounded bubbly and girly. Whatever had happened seemingly erased decades of practice using a male voice, replacing them with similar experience with a feminine cadence and tone. "I'm not sure who you're looking for, but he's not here Gabrielle."

There was a pause, and Paul knew he had screwed up. "I didn't say my name." Gabrielle said quietly.

Paul sighed. "Look, what I'm about to tell you sounds crazy, but please just hear me out." He opened the door to the stall, quickly moving to cover his breasts and his flat crotch with his wooly hands. His head hung low, unable to look at his girlfriend. "I'm Paul… I think that thing I was messing with changed me and…"

His sweet voice cut off in a feminine gasp as he felt fingers lifting his chin. His eyes looked ahead, at the soft black orbs that were his lover's own eyes. He gasped, looking her up and down. His fingers trailed over her sides, running up to her face where the wool gently snagged and tugged against the black lace stitch work.

"Sweetie… I think it changed more than just you."

Paul couldn't help but laugh, though it came out more like a giggle, and embraced his girlfriend. His hands ran up and down her back, marveling at the texture. He locked eyes with her again.

"Gab, don't take this the wrong way…" Paul bit his lip. "But gods… you're really turning me on right now."

Gabrielle took her own turn to look over Paul, her fingers running over his new womanly curves. "I don't know what it is, but same to you. I'm not into women but…"

Paul nodded as he shivered to the touch. "I think...I think that was me too. I was picturing any girl that looked like that would also be turned on by anyone else like this." Paul felt himself blushing as Gab's touch ventured further south, as she traced the leaf embroidery that framed his womanhood.

"Most girls wouldn't like you messing with their minds like that. Fortunately, I'm just glad I still get to love you." Gabrielle leaned forward, kissing Paul on the lips. Just as he started to savor the texture of her silky lace gliding against his scratchy wool, Gabrielle's phone wrang.

In a hurry she broke the kiss and grabbed it, answering. She pointed at Paul's belongings and stepped out of the bathroom. Paul grabbed his clothes, attempting to put at least a shirt and pants on. His frame was radically different now though, and he had to give up on the efforts to squeeze his breasts or ass into his male clothes.

Besides, he figured, Gabrielle came in naked saved for the lace that covered her body. Presumably he'd be fine.

He stepped out to find her at the end of the hallway leaving the student center. He had to jog to keep up, his backpack bouncing as much as his new tits. He was glad he took a moment to wrap the strange stone like device in his clothes before shoving them into the backpack, as it seemed to be the only way to fix this.

By the time he made it outside, Gabrielle was done with her phone call. "That was Kaylee and Gina," she explained. "They...the same thing happened to them."

Paul barely heard her though, staring at the grassy quad. It seemed as though the surrounding buildings had dumped their contents of students and faculty alike onto the field. Everyone he saw was female - the perky breasts of various sizes were proudly on display and the general buzz of the commotion was higher pitched than usual. What was even more amazing was the range of materials that was on display. It seemed as though most people merely absorbed their socks or leggings, based on the wide array of cottonized women wandering around. While a lot of people were made of whites and grays and blacks, some were more vibrant. Some girls danced about with rainbow stripes adorning their bodies, and some had decals of cats and unicorns running across their new fabric skins.

As Paul and Gabrielle walked the quad, they saw a few more exotic individuals. A small huddle of women that looked like oil slicks gathered together. Belatedly, Paul realized he was looking at women comprised entirely of latex. It was hard to tell if they knew each other or not before everything changed, but it seemed they had found each other quite easily now. There were also girls cover in velvet, rubbing their bodies against one another sensually to savor the texture. In fact, as Paul stared at the small crowd he was in he realized almost everyone was being intimate in some way or another, either with partners or by themselves. Propriety had gone straight out the window, it seemed.

"Gab...this is all my fault," Paul whispered, a mixture of horror and lust flooding through his heart.

"I don't think they mind. They'll adjust… we all will."

The pair slipped off campus, heading to Paul's home. The streets were a similar sight. People - all women - out of their cars. Some embraced the change - suddenly being a hot twenty-something year old woman seemed an improvement to most people, though some were definitely in shock. Police went up and down the streets, their bodies all made of cotton or silk in blues and blacks. Somehow their police badges had become woven into their skin, forming a strange tessellating pattern of metal emblems mixed with amongst the stitches. This, along with their issued hats that they still wore, made them stand out amongst the crowds, though they were unable to do little more than encourage people to stay calm.

By the time Paul and Gabrielle made it back to his apartment, they were exhausted. Gawking and staring at all the people around them seemed normal. They both collapsed on the couch, and Gabrielle slumped to the side so that her head rested on Paul's breasts.

His breasts. He had his own breasts. The thought turned over in his head. It'd be hard to call himself a guy, but it was all he'd ever known. To avoid the internal debate over his own self identity, he decided to turn on the TV.

Every single channel they switched to told the same story. A world's people, altered and changed by some unknown force. Everyone one biologically female. Identification was a mess, but already people were working around it. It seemed no one was hurt during 'The Event', due to the weird time freezing properties of whatever had happened. Paul breathed a sigh of relief. Based on the reporter's information - a beautiful woman with a body that shimmered in the light as the satin skin danced around leaving Paul wondering what she had been wearing to make such an erotic display of herself - had let them know other than the sudden outbreak of mass orgies, the world was still spinning.

Suddenly the TV cut off, and Gab smirked while holding the remote in front of the pair. She casually dropped it, turning over to practically be on top of Paul. His expression shifted to one of aroused embarrassment as she cupped his chest and gently squeezed. Based on the look in her lacy eyes, he knew what was coming next.

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Paul stumbled out of the bedroom. He practically had to fight to keep his long hair under control. Despite the thorough crash course in womanhood Gabrielle just provided him, he was left dealing with the oddities and quirks of having an entirely new body. The stains seem to wash out of his woolen skin well enough, and he hoped he would dry sooner than later.

Paul collapsed in his computer chair. He knew he had a while to himself - Gab was unconscious in the other room after their lovemaking and wouldn't be ready to rejoin the land of the living for at least a few hours. Every news site was flooded with talk about 'The Event', and nobody knew what happened. The device in Paul's backpack almost seemed to call to him, as though it wasn't satisfied with what had happened and wanted to create more chaos.

Paul resisted the urge for now, turning his focus to the various forums and groups he was a part of. As expected, there was an abundance of posts. It seemed the individuals with the same fetishes as him had been spending their time collecting and organizing clips and photos of people affected by this change. Watching dozens of people - men and women, old and young - turning into shapely feminine beauties while their skin was converted inch by inch into whatever skin tight garments they had been wearing was delicious to take in. He began diligently harvesting these new videos, saving them to a private section of his hard drive. In contrast to the stories and edited photos he already had, these clips were exquisite.

Paul found himself idly rubbing between his legs as he collected the videos. These beautiful girls were perfect, and Paul's fingers quickened. He looked at the other porn folders he had on his computer. They were even more unique than what had already happened, but at the same time they excited him even more so.

Paul groaned, grabbing his bag and fishing out the stone. As he touched it, he hardly felt more aroused. His mind was already hazy due to the lust flowing through it. There hadn't been any issues with the last change; the world was adapting just fine. He looked over two folders in particular, and his heart raced. It would have to be those, either the one that was named "body parts" or the one titled "anthro". He could decide which it would be, but the pile of bus tokens on his desk could make the choice easy. One was flipping through the air, the coin spinning gracefully to decide the fate of the entire human race.