[TGTF, MtF Werewoman, Mental TF]

[CW: Painful Transformation, Identity Death]

Nick slammed the door behind himself, head hanging low as he breathed a sigh of relief. The tension throughout his body hadn't completely gone away, but a small morsel of relief took the edge off. His eyes flickered upward from the floor, darting to the windows and their open blinds. It was normal enough to leave them parted, but now it felt wrong.

Rushing to stay out of sight, Nick pulled all the shades closed. The job done, he collapsed in a pile on the carpet floor of the living room, body shaking and covered in sweat.

Something was wrong. All day Nick had felt it looming, waiting to consume him. He didn't know what it was, but like the child afraid of the monster under the bed, not knowing only made the fear and tension more intense. On the way home from work, as the sun set and darkness creeped in, the sensation only got worse and now Nick was an utter mess.

Breathing heavily, Nick waited for something to happen, anything to happen. The tension and anxiety never seemed to leave, and sitting on the floor wasn’t helping anything. Slowly he rose, taking stock of himself. Everything seemed ok. The only idea that sounded remotely good was a shower. Nick made his way to the bathroom, checking around every corner with a paranoid fervor. For a moment, Nick was worried what he would find in the mirror, though he wasn’t sure why that was.

Everything was normal though. For the first time in hours, Nick let out a sigh of relief. His hand rubbed against his chin, feeling the coarse stubble underneath it. His reflection was as typically uninteresting as it always was. Another sigh, though this time it came from disappointment. It’s not that Nick was unattractive, but rather that he was simply a plain and average nerd. A lean body on which very little muscle or fat rested, with short tousled black hair atop his head. Nick wasn’t very popular with the ladies, with only one ‘score’ in recent memory. A shiver ran through his body and his hand instinctively lifted, fingertips tracing over the scarred bite mark on his neck. Roughly a month ago, a woman had gotten a bit too aggressive in their foreplay, and Nick had to call the whole thing off to take care of his bleeding wound.

Nick let his hand drop, and undressed for his shower. The moment he opened the curtain though, the fear and panic rose immediately. His hand was bathed in a soft bluish glow, and he looked to the source. The shades for the window in the bathroom were still open, and cool moonlight streamed through it. For a long moment, Nick tried to calm himself.

He made an attempt to close the curtain, only to find his hand unable to move. “Fuck, come on,” Nick whispered, unsure why he dropped his volume. He physically tried to move himself toward the window, toward the light, so that he could block it, but it was like his body refused to make any efforts that would reach that goal. His thrashing and jerking did have a secondary effect though: his entire lanky and nude frame was illuminated in the glow of the moon.

“Fuck… no…” Dread filled Nick’s heart while at the same time a burning filled his body. It felt as though he was filled with gasoline and the moonlight was the spark igniting it. “Ah! Fuck! What the fuck is going on?!” Frantically, Nick patted and rubbed at his red and irritated skin as though to put out a fire.

Everything felt tender and warm, becoming too much to touch. Lumps formed and swirled beneath his skin, pushing out like bubbles threatening to break the surface tension of his flesh. TheseBubbles formed under the surface of his skin, moving around like a boiling liquid that threatened to break the surface tension of the flesh it was trapped underneath. soft deposits of fat formed along his frame, pulsing and pushing out his skin. Instead of being merely skin and bones, his body shape looked much healthier and fuller. Ribs vanished from view, his face slowly became less gaunt and angular with cheeks that puffed out a little, thicker thighs and softer arms.

The most shocking changes were those Nick perceived to be inappropriate for his body. The burning sensation had concentrated in two areas in particular, and the effects were readily apparent. He had an ass now, round and full that quivered with his movements. But even more noticeable than that, he had tits. No, larger than tits; he had full breasts hanging off his chest. They swayed from side to side, pert B cups that were crowned with engorged feminine nipples.

Nick's hands flew to cover his chest, grabbing hold of the only moments old breasts with a pained yelp. "What the FUCK!?" Nick's cry echoed through the bathroom and into the empty apartment. If it were possible to be more panicked than he already was, Nick found it. Hopping from foot to foot in a state of fear, he could only begin to wonder what would happen next before he suddenly heard a crunch.

Time seemed to slow down. Nick's gaze fell to the source of the sound. His foot, mid-hop, had hit floor wrong. It was bent at an unnatural angle, and as Nick collapsed to the floor his screams filled the air. He clawed and thrashed, trying to move his body despite the excruciating pain. Each motion contorted and twisted his body, and each contact with the floor broke another bone. It was as though his entire body had become brittle and weak, ready to snap at the faintest of pressures. Each break led to more pain; the pain led to more flailing which led to more breaks.

Within moments by his own actions, Nick's body was reduced to a crumpled and incomplete mess. A vague, humanism shape lay on the floor of the bathroom. With virtually every bone pulverized, only whimpers and moans of agony could fill the air. Nick tasted blood, unable to even open his mouth to let the fluid drain out.

~Give in…~ A voice at the edge of Nick's consciousness whispered to him, unnaturally clear despite the pain he was in. He couldn't bring his broken body to look around the bathroom for the source. ~Give in to me, and this will all be over before…~

The voice was cut off as whatever was happening to Nick continued. His entire body pulsed and shifted, moving on its own accord under the pale moonlight. Bone shards and dust slipped about under his skin, which was growing more taut despite its mostly hollow innards. These fragments of Nick's former skeletal system found new homes, fusing with their neighbors in flashes of mind numbing heat. Around these new bones, muscles and tendons reattached, forcing Nick's body back into the correct shape for a human.His ribs vanished under a soft coating of fat that had never before graced his body, his face lost its gaunt and angular features, and his arms and legs no longer resembled thin twigs.

But the main changes, the ones that were dramatic and pulled in Nick’s focus in the mirror, were the ones that he felt couldn’t belong on his body. He had an ass, round like a pair of globes attached to the backs of his hips. But more noticeably - and more of a distraction - was the tits on his chest. No, not tits; these were breasts, large enough in their own right to earn the moniker. Their size was at least C cups, crowned with erect nipples that pointed to various spots around the cramped bathroom in a frenzy as Nick moved about. They bounced and quivered on his chest, pulling his attention to them like a magnet.

This was too much. The pain, combined with the shock of growing his own breasts within mere moments, sent Nick into a full panic attack. Hands shaking, he hopped from foot to foot. He tried to ignore his chest and ass bouncing wildly, tried to ignore everything that was happening, when it just got worse. He landed on his foot wrong, shattering his ankle and crumpling to the floor of the bathroom.

Nick howled in pain, writhing about as he held onto his foot. The pain bloomed throughout his entire leg, and as Nick shook about, his other foot struck against the hard bathroom floor and broke as well. Despite the warmth of the pain, a chill ran through his body. Whatever was happening was making him incredibly fragile at this point.

~Give in…~ A voice at the edge of Nick’s pain riddled consciousness caught his attention, something to focus on other than the agony. ~Let me in, and the pain will just… go away…~ The voice spoke in haunting tones, like a siren luring him to doom. Adrenaline and panic forced Nick’s throat shut, and his flight response kicked in. Immediately, he began a frantic crawl out of the bathroom. In the back of his head, he could feel more ones breaking and grinding against each other but he couldn’t stop himself from squirming fruitlessly on the floor. Moments passed, and Nick lay on the ground, nearly every bone in his body reduced to dust and shards. He looked like a deflated sack of flesh, and the only sign that he was still alive was his ragged, sobbing breath.

Much like jagged glass sliding against each other, his larger chunks of bone moved around in his body with a roughness that renewed Nick’s suffering once again. The rest of his skeletal system - the pieces of bone already ground together into fine powder - flowed through his blood, finding new homes to occupy. Long, painful minutes passed as Nick was unable to do more than breathe and cry.

As if to make matters worse, Nick was able to watch as the hair on his head all fell out around his face. Individual strands fell into his eyes and mouth causing more irritation for the man as he lay there unable to brush them away. His head started to itch, and when he could not scratch it due to his broken limbs, the itching turned to a burning sensation, and then into the feeling of sharp instruments poking through his head. Soon a sea of vibrant red hair swarmed his face, obscuring his vision and mixing with the shedded black hair that still covered his face.

It was over after a while. ~Get up…~ The voice taunted. It was clearer now. A beautiful woman’s beautiful voice. ~Get up and see… my body…~ Nick’s blood ran cold once again, a whimper escaping his lips. The last thing he wanted to do was see what happened and confront the reality of the changes. But he felt himself without a choice. This woman’s voice wasn’t just intruding on his thoughts, it seemed she had a sort of hypnotic power over him. Nick felt himself being pulled to his feet, and any moment he wasn’t entirely focused on resisting it, the force made progress in standing him up and looking him in the mirror. It was inevitable, and Nick just let it happen so he could witness the changes fully.

Immediately, he wished he hadn’t looked. Over a foot of height was lost, dropping Nick from the once towering mid-six feet range to the less impressive stature of barely over five feet. “Oh… fuck…” he whispered, staring at the mirror. His fingers - dainty, long and slender feminine fingers - flew to his throat, and he let out a squeak. “No… no I can’t… I can’t sound like a girl! Just because I’m smaller, I can’t have a girl’s voice!” The shorter vocal cords did the only thing they could, make higher pitched, more feminine sounds. Nick looked over his body, noting that he had hips now, combined with a narrow waist that gave him an hourglass figure. It didn’t help that he looked even more top heavy now, the formerly C cup breasts now looking like much larger DD cups on his reduced frame.

Even his face was reconfigured, with angular cheeks and a new jawline. His motions had shook out his hair, cleaning it of his former follicles. Now, beautiful strawberry blonde hair flowed from his head down to cover his undeniably feminine bosom. The only male feature he had left was between his legs, which was strangely looking larger than ever, likely due to the drastic shrinking his body had endured.

Nick continued to stare, batting thick eyelashes he hadn’t even noticed. This woman in the mirror was beautiful, leagues beyond anyone he’d score with normally. Again, his mind was teleported back to the bombshell hottie he met with nearly a month ago that led to disaster. The bite, he realized with a start. The bite is what must be causing this! Despite his reflection’s flawless skin, he realized the scar for the bitemark was still present. The woman from a month ago had a similar bite on her neck. It must be connected somehow!

“Please… I want this to…” ~...never stop!~ Nick gasped, covering his mouth. The woman’s voice he’d been hearing had not only just come out of his mouth, but said something entirely different than what he had been about to say.

“No, I just” ~want to suck some boys!~

“Stop it! Get out of my head!”

~It’s my head now, silly!~

As if on cue, Nick felt himself paralyzed from his body, but it remained standing. Instead, it was posed much more femininely than mere seconds earlier. A hand rested on his hips, his chest was pushed out slightly, and his lips were puckered as though ready for a kiss. The look fit for his body, better than when he had been the one controlling it. For a moment, Nick felt reassured by something - or someone - else taking control of his body. It felt natural and with purpose. With this acceptance, a thick mental fog settled over Nick. It was harder to think, harder to even want to move his limbs.

One last thought slipped out from Nick’s fading consciousness, ‘This isn’t right.’ Suddenly, he snapped out of the mental haze, his mind putting up a last resistance.

“Aww, you had to go and ruin the fun! I already told you, give in and the pain will go away.” The voice fully spoke with his lips, as naturally as he had at the start of the day.

~No… I can’t… this is my body…~ He responded, anguish in his tones. His voice was trapped inside their shared head, as he no longer had a voice to speak with. ~Why… I’m so confused… I can’t even remember my name…~

The other presence - his body’s voice, now - giggled. “By the time we’re done, you won’t remember anything. *My* name is Nikki by the way!”

Nikki… the name sounded right to the former occupant of this body, the man reduced to just a voice in Nikki’s head. Hearing the name brought back memories flooding through their shared brain. Nikki’s life as a child, then as a teen, then her adult life. How she prefers the name ‘Nikki’ over her birth name of ‘Nicole’. How she had her first adult experiences in high school and ever since craved more, of her friends she had made over the years, and more. It was like every part of the former man’s life was being rewritten, and Nikki was all that remained.

The former man’s internal voice gasped, looking through Nikki’s eyes into the mirror. His entire life, his history and memories were gone. He barely existed as more than a stream of consciousness in her head, a gentle guide of will and desire that once belonged to a person that now didn’t exist.

“That’s it, you’re figuring this out. Now, we have one last change to make. I want you around for that.” Nikki placed her hands against her pubic mound, her feminine fingers seeming out of place against the male obstruction there. Gradually, barely making progress with every passing moment, she pushed in. If Nikki felt pain, she didn’t show it, but the man who had this body suffered. It didn’t feel like his former member was being pushed in; instead, it was akin to a hot knife that slid through his groin and carved his anatomy into new shapes that fit the rest of Nikki’s body. The pain was intense and agonizing, and the mental screams filled Nikki’s head. For her part, she just giggled, rubbing her new anatomy while the changes were completed.

After the pain subsided, there were no mental companions for Nikki anymore. During the intensity of the final changes, the former man’s mind finished slipping away, subsumed into the memories and emotions of Nikki. All that remained was this bubbly, fun, and sexual woman that wanted to be a part of the world and enjoy all it had to offer.

Nikki wandered through the house she found herself in, instinctively knowing the way to the bedroom but still taking her time to explore and see things with her own eyes for the first time. FInding some clothes that fit her, she threw on a t-shirt and shorts, donning a pair of glasses she found laying around after popping out the lens. A glance in the bedroom mirror told her she fit the ‘hot nerd’ look well, a small nod to the former owner of this body.

Nikki knew she only had one night like this; one night, and the full moon would pass. She let out a giggle, heading to the front door intent on finding a man to infect with the same werewoman curse that had struck Nick a month earlier. As if on cue, before she could open the door, she saw one of Nick’s friends standing outside ringing the doorbell. She surveyed him up and down, licking her lips.

“Why, you look good enough to take a bite out of,” she said with a smile as she opened the door to a very confused man.