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Scenes of his hands fondling them replayed in her mind. \n\nWhy did it have to feel this good… she wondered, grabbing an oversized hoodie from his wardrobe. Still had his stench but now she enjoyed it. Enjoyed sniffing his clothes even.\n\nShe pushed that thought aside, putting his oversized hoodie on and zipped it up. Still pressing against the fabric, her nipples complained about the lack of support, sagging downwards. Fuck this shit… She stuffed her smaller legs into his larger jeans before tightening it with his belt. Funnily enough, his jeans fitted her plump ass like a glove - mostly because they were comparable size. \n\nAs his jeans reached her ankles, she hastily grabbed her belongings and his keys before making a run for it. Her centre of gravity stabilised, allowing her to take longer strides out. Still, she was much slower than her former self. \n\nGetting into the lift, she leaned against the wall, panting. She looked down at herself. Fucking hell. All of her training over the years disappeared from this. Her vision blurred before she wiped her eyes. No. Now’s not the time to cry. She had to go back first. \n\n\nOnce out of the apartment complex, eyes naturally gravitated towards her. A quick glance before returning back to what they were doing. Jackie could hear them talking. Talking about this foreign body. The guys called her ‘sexy’, a ‘baddie’ or even a ‘bimbo’ - the same remarks she used to say for other women. The girls however noted how she was wearing her ‘boyfriend’s clothes’ or how she wasn’t wearing a bra at all. \n\nHer face reddened. Rushing into the alleyway, she avoided their judgement eyes. She didn’t want any more comments. Any more comments about her body. It just felt so foreign to now be in a woman’s body and to call it her own. \n\nTaking through the short cuts, she navigated to her home. Yes, she was well aware of the dangers, now being on much higher alert as a lady; turning whenever she heard footsteps coming towards her. But her mind was still grappling with the reality of the situation. \n\nLike how Greg had a crush on her or why he had believed this was the best idea to go through. She covered her mouth, feeling her throat tightening. Trembles passed through her body. Great, why must she remember yesterday’s event now? Feeling that bitter helplessness when she was pinned to the ground… \n\nFinally, she reached home. She slammed the doors shut before sliding down onto the ground, her back against the door. There, she tucked in her knees but couldn’t hold in her tears any longer. \n\nCovering her eyes with trembling hands, her mind swirled in a mixture of sorrow and fear. She was no longer the strong and charismatic Jack that she prided herself to be for the past decade. She was now this blonde haired, vulnerable sexy lady that couldn’t be relied upon. Her current body tore apart any of that former image of himself, emphasising how powerless she was. \n\nDread began to drown her other thoughts dark black as she thought about the future. What about her job? Her future? What if Greg comes here later? What about their friendship? Who was she going to ask for help? She didn’t have many close friends that could help her with this… Should she try HRT to turn back? \n\nHer wailing became louder as her breathing became shallower. At times like this, she would have given a call to Greg and asked him for advice. But when he was the culprit… that didn’t leave much options. \n\nShe wiped her tears with new ones replacing them. How could Greg do this to her? Was he jealous of him? But he had not once complained about it. Hell, she had given him multiple chances to hit the gym and be fit but he always politely refused. \n\nDid that mean he really meant what he said? About him liking her? She knocked her head against the door. Thinking back, he was an amazing listener, always there to listen to his problems and give the right advice at the right time. In a sense, he felt special, being treated like this. \n\nFury built up. Even if he had feelings, that didn’t mean changing him into a her! She unzipped his hoodie and tossed it onto the floor, stomping against it. Biting against her lips, she screamed.\n\nFelt like her whole entire life was going to shit. Her one friend turned out to be some bat shit insane stalker, her identity as a person had just been robbed away and her future was now by the rocks - waiting to fall. And she couldn’t do anything about it. Nothing at all. \n\nTears eventually dried up as she laid flat on the floor. Even just listening to her voice was irritating her. His baggy jeans had now been tossed to the side along his hoodie, leaving her completely naked. At least she wasn’t wearing any of his damn clothes. \n\nDespite her reluctance, she got up from the floor. She must move on some way or another. First thing first, getting some actual clothes. \n\nMeanwhile, Greg just woke up, noticing the dent left behind by Jackie. He didn’t think too much of it, until realizing his keys were gone. Fuck. She must’ve left him.\n\nHe sighed, shambling towards the washroom. Sex last night was fantastic with her moans but it was hollow. This wasn’t actually her liking him; it was like he had hired a slut to fuck him. Like a transactional experience. \n\nRuffling through his hair, he was reminded of Jackie once again, remembering how she would do this to him. If only she still treated him the same way… was it too much to ask for that? He brushed his teeth before spitting out the toothpaste and glanced into the mirror. \n\nDid he go too far yesterday? \n\nGreg shook his head. No, she just needed time to adjust. He would admit maybe that was too fast but given enough time, she would realize how much of a blessing this was. She was just too emotional at the moment. Too irrational. \n\nYeah, yeah, that made more sense. He nodded his head, now going to his sofa and booted up some games. If she needed time off, she could take this weekend off, learning and exploring her body by herself. Yeah… that plan worked. After all, they were going to meet at work on Monday. No escaping that fact. \n\nBut when Monday came around, Jackie was nowhere to be found. Greg, upon realizing, asked one member of the sale’s team, “Say has anyone seen Jack? Don’t think I’ve seen him today yet.” \n\n“Jack? Oh yeah, he quit today.” \n\nQuit? Jackie quitting? What was she going to do now? As some slut on the Internet? His eyes bulged forward, prompting the salesman, “Is there anything wrong?” \n\n“Oh, it’s nothing. Jack just borrowed my hoodie. Just hoping to take it back today. Still thanks for answering,” Greg retreated to his seat, fuming. \n\nBut Greg was definitely wrong. \n\nThe lady in question was having a minor panic attack. Now completely dressed in formal wear, her knees gave way, falling to the ground. What was her boss and colleagues going to say? She couldn’t possibly show up to work, claim to be her former self and work as per usual, right? \n\nWith much hesitation, she decided to quit. Quit and probably start afresh at a new company. Just had to change all of her paperwork to become this form all by herself… She sighed. Maybe Greg could help her or something…? \n\nShe shook her head, frustrated. \n\nIt was a complicated relationship by this point. As much as she tried to not think about him, her mind still drifted to his image. He was her closest friend after all; the many memories that they formed were hard to burn all together. Yet, he was the root cause of this entire shit. \n\nThere, her phone buzzed. Glancing over, a notification popped up. It was from Greg. \n\n“Hrd u quit. i wnt to apologize. Could we meet at park? Same place at 7.” \n\nUpon reading, Jackie’s conflicted feelings showed on her face. What should she do now? She wanted to hear him out but she was also scared of him… like what he did last time. \n\nAfter much thought, she accepted it. She at least should hear him out. \n\nOnce the clock hit 7, Jackie arrived with a simple T-shirt and shorts before sitting on the bench. The same bench where they spent their nights drinking cheap booze as teens. There, she glanced at Greg, now in his casual attire with a bag behind him. \n\nAs Greg sat down beside her, Jackie closed her eyes, “Not falling for the same shit, asshat.” \n\n“Right…” \n\n“So wanna explain what the fuck is all this about?” \n\nHe raised his eyebrow, “Look, I’m sorry for being so violent that day. You don’t understand how eager I was when I saw you changing. And I was dreaming about thi-” \n\n“Dreaming about this? You wanted me to change into a girl this badly?” \n\n“Well yeah,” He glanced to the side, “But think about the bright side, Jackie. You’re a hot baddie now with such sexy curves and you have to admit sex is much better now.” \n\nDark blush surfaced up her face, “Shut up, Greg! I never wanted this shit and you fucking forced it onto me just cause you like me? Are you fucking crazy?” \n\nSilence was his reply. Greg scratched against his beard. Huh, why wasn’t she getting it? She had the looks, retained her charisma an-oh right, he never explained the best part to her. \n\nDuring the silence, Jackie was tempted to open her eyes, just to observe this asshole’s expression but she wasn’t going to risk becoming his stupid slut again. Even now, she felt uncomfortable with this fragile body. This wasn’t hers. And this will never be hers. \n\n“Now what? I’m sorry that I changed you but I can’t change you back. What’s your plan moving forward?” \n\n“I don’t know. Find a new job, start over from scratch, do some trans-HRT stuff just to turn back,” Her voice weakened slightly, “And it’s all your fucking fault, jackass.” \n\n“When I said I liked you, I really did mean it, Jackie,” His hands slid over to hers, only for her to flinch back, “Could you let me make it up to you at least?” \n\n“Meaning?” \n\n“I will take responsibility for everything. Whatever needs you have now or in the future, I’ll be there. Just think of me like last time before this event. All you have to do is say the word.” \n\n“Bu-” \n\n“Or would you rather struggle to find a job and get hit on by guys. Maybe one of them might have ulterior motives and rapes you? You’re not as strong as you were before, you know?” \n\nNow it was Jackie’s turn to be silent. He had a point. Now that things have become this bad… What other option did she have to move forward? And call her stupid but she still wanted companionship from him. \n\n“Of course, I respect whatever decision you make. This is my fault but I’m just scared that you’ll be in danger,” He took out a can and clinked it on the bench, sliding it to her, “And I fear that once you turn me down, I can’t be there to help you.” \n\n“What’s this?” She picked up the can, feeling the cold water droplets on her fingers. \n\n“Just some soda. Anyways, there are conditions to my atonement. Can’t possibly let you take advantage of me fully, right Jackie?” \n\n“Yeah?” \n\n“You’ll have to stay over and just do my chores everyday, alright?” \n\n“Like a stay at home wife?”\n\nHe took in a deep breath, “If that’s fine with you. I want you to be my girlfriend, alright?”\n\nShe unconsciously stood up, dropping the soda onto the bench, “Dude, no! Why…why can’t we just be friends?” \n\n“Cause I like you. And I… I love you so much. So much that I changed you and I…whatever. If you want to suffer like a whore in the streets, go ahead then. I’m not stopping you.” \n\nJackie now opened her eyes, watching Greg’s distraught face. A blue can stood where she had previously sat. Fucking knew it that there was a catch there. Yet, it sounded better than living on her own in this form.\n\n“What’s that drink then?” \n\n“Your answer. Take a sip if you want me to take care of you as my girlfriend. Else, I suppose we have nothing to say.” \n\nJackie fidgetted with her fingers. Fuck. What should she do now? This creep was fully taking advantage of her and yet his offer wasn’t bad. Objectively. Not needing to work, living with a close one and perhaps even having sex-\n\nFuck off! That was just a slow descent into acceptance. Into accepting her place as a woman. As his wife. Why was she rewarding him with her presence? If he truly loved her, he shouldn’t need to do this shit in the first fucking place! All of these new hormones were steering her in the wrong direction. \n\nShe grabbed the can, “Could you give me a few minutes to think about it?” \n\n“Sure. Take your time.” \n\nInspecting the soda, she noticed it was the same brand that changed her. This time it was cyan blue with the same warning sign. Fuck off. He was going to change her again? But…\n\nNo! What the fuck was she thinking? Her going back to the perpetrator? Tossing the can into the bin, she flipped him off, shouting, “Nah fuck you. Who do you think you are? My saviour?” \n\nGreg stepped back. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Why was she acting up? He reached his hand out, watching his crush walk away, “Jackie, I’m serious! How are you going to find a job or keep yourself safe?” \n\nHe quickly caught up, only for her to pull out her phone, “Greg, I’ll call the cops if you keep this shit up.” \n\n“Bu-” Tears brimmed around his eyes. \n\n“Farewell, Greg,” She interrupted, her voice now ice cold. As she walked into the shadows, the man fell to his knees, sobbing. His only companion in the darkness was the street lamp that shone against his body. \n\nFor the next few months, Greg’s world was completely drained of color. He still did his job up to standard but he became aloof and more withdrawn. His eyes now resembled dead sardines’. Like a zombie, he dragged himself through the motions of life. \n\nSometimes, he could see her in his room. Joking about how sad he appeared now while cracking a beer. But that only depressed him even further. To know that he wasn’t the one for her. That they couldn’t even be friends now. \n\nFrustration and regret mixed together within his tears. The more he tried to not think about her, the more she was in his thoughts, the more pain he felt. It was the pink elephant situation again except he held this pain to great honor. \n\nThat was the price to pay for his love. After all, misery is wasted on the miserable. \n\nMeanwhile, Jackie had her fair share of struggles. Finding a full time job in short notice was challenging to say the least. Especially in this job market. She grunted, scrolling through multiple job postings, applying to them and getting rejected within hours. If she had known that getting a job was this hard, she probably would’ve stayed inside that job. \n\nHer usual day was now just going to chains of job interviews in sales positions, before crashing out in bed. The usual catcalling never improved. With all of her ‘assets’, perverts would still shoot their shots on her, asking her out.\n\nAs always, she shot them down, stepping back. Some of them of course got handsy on her. Reaching out to her, multiple men had tried to force themselves in, calling her a slut or enticing her with the allure of money. \n\nShe always followed up with a scream. While the man covered his ears, attention would now be on them, allowing her to flee. If instead this was in some alleyway, she would tase the man, paralysing him long enough to run. \n\nIf that wasn’t enough, she had to adapt to her new cycles, using only online forums and discord channels for support. Disgust and loneliness still clung onto her. She hated feeling this soft and vulnerable. The complete opposite of what she used to be. If only she had a friend to vent to. \n\nBut each time she faced the mirror, she was reminded of Greg. This was what Greg wanted. This was all molded by him as a slutty bimbo who only followed his demands. Shudders went down her spine. Who knew what would’ve happened if she had taken his offer? \n\nNaturally, some nights were darker. \n\nDysmorphia overwhelmed her in those darkest nights. Shambling into the kitchen, her tears continued to stream down her cheeks, she glanced over at her kitchen knives. Her soft skin only pained her. Of how powerless she was. \n\nThe scenes replayed in her mind. Instead of silent sobs, laughter roared. She grabbed onto the smallest knife - ones used to cut fruit. Jackie hated this body. This form. \n\nHow her heavy tits jiggled. How her ass lured guys. How she was seen as a fucking slut. \n\nSo what better way to reign back control than to- she cut herself on her left arm. Blood oozed out of the cut; the pain caused her to wince. Right. She should just ruin this entire body instead, shouldn’t she? \n\nEach cut was shallow. Small enough to be seen as accidental paper cuts. From her arms to legs, she laughed with her tears crashing against the wounds. It fucking stung. Stung like a bee but she relished in it. \n\nShe shifted her attention down to her chest. Her fucking breasts. Stripping off her bra, she stared down at them. If only there was a way to cut them down entirely. To make her flat chest and become a man again… \n\nHer hands shivered. She knew how sensitive these things were. Just one touch was enough to make her moan. One little cut on the other hand? The pain would be immeasurable. Enough to make her scream. \n\nHer laughter stopped. Now her tears were welling up in her eyes. She had dreamt of reverting back as a man. To chop off her breasts and regrow her penis using surgery and HRT injections (which she hadn’t started) but now when faced with the decision… She was hesitant. \n\nWithin the pain, she gave her tits a squeeze. Blushing bright red, she couldn’t deny how good it felt. Scenes of her past flashed back. Maybe that bastard had a point of her being a woman. Continuing to fondle her breasts, she indulged in the pleasure. Why should she suffer because of him? \n\nHer fingers moved down to her wet cunt. Rubbing against the ridges, the euphoria covered up whatever physical pain she felt. The disgust that she felt about her womanly pleasures waned slightly. She just had to make do with her current form. \n\nBy the next morning, her disgust switched targets. She still didn’t want to be a woman, especially with her identity as being a man, but she won’t deny its perks now. She instead reasoned her disgust stemmed from Greg’s choice: To change her into his ideal wife. Charged up with betrayal and dysmorphia, it probably fuelled it up. \n\nOnce the seasons changed, Jackie finally landed a job. Her life sailed smoothly. Her coworkers were nice to her - most of them being older ladies, giving advice to her whenever she needed it. And using her charms, sales went by easily for her, much to her embarrassment. \n\nStill after work, she continued to search for a cure. Acceptance worked in mysterious ways - she was fine with her feminine parts now but still wanted to be a man. \n\nTo return back to how she was. \n\nShe tried everything under the sun. HRT, tribalism, traditional medicine and even the occult. The latter was her answer actually. Those lines she saw weren’t any coincidence. They actually were leylines to alter reality, actual magic for her fingertips. \n\nDay in and day out, she studied after work. Experimenting with those leylines and trying new spells. After three weeks or so, she picked up the craft. She could turn back into her original form now but after realizing there’s a world of magic beyond her humanity, she designed her body, sacrificing it all in pursuit of it. \n\nWith more power by her side, she was a demi-god in her current state. There were some hiccups along the way like all things in life but eventually, she nailed it down. Switching between two forms (true and human), she adjusted to her new life. \n\nMischief festered in her heart. So much power yet she couldn’t cast any spells? Fun spells that had an impact. Thoughts scattered within one night. Oh right, Greg still probably wanted her, didn’t he? \n\n And what better way to take revenge than her new arsenal of spells? \n\n\n\nA year passed. Not like it mattered. Same routine without any aspirations or dreams moving forward. With Greg’s aloof personality, his co-workers distanced themselves from him. Aside from work, he never really fitted in with them anyways.\n\nJust as the clock hit five, Greg packed up. Another day of missing her. Then, his phone buzzed. He clicked against his tongue. The hell was it now? Bills he hadn’t paid? Comments from his ragebait posts? Or… \n\nHis hands trembled. It was from Jackie: \n\n“Greg… cld u come over? i miss u.” \n\nHis heart skipped a beat. Immediately, it roared back and crashed against his ribs. Was he dreaming? Jackie actually messaged and wanted to meet him? He stopped his hasty breathing, sending a simple ‘K’ back to her. \n\nGoosebumps popped from his arm. Oh lord, Jackie finally talked to him. He couldn’t stop shaking. As the lift opened its door, he dashed out of there. His face couldn’t hide his grin. \n\nWhy should it? His lover finally messaged back after such a long cold war. It's been an entire year. One whole year. Was it because she was lonely? Or was it because she realized how important he was to her life? \n\nUsing his knees for support, he panted like a dog. Tongue out. The last time he ran was two years ago when Jackie asked him out for jogs. But yes, he finally reached Jackie's apartment complex.\n\nAt times, he was tempted to barge against her door. To just ask for another chance or to let him prove himself. Yet, he was admittedly too cowardly to do so. What if she actually called the cops on him? \n\nAnother buzz from his phone, “See ya :3” \n\nThis was proof. Proof that she wanted him. Memories of her flooded his mind as he walked towards her apartment. Standing outside her front door, he was sweating buckets. Oh man, it's been a year since they met, he really should’ve washed up before coming… But his excitement couldn’t hold any longer.\n\nInterestingly, there’s a strange smell coming out from her room. He couldn’t pinpoint what exactly the smell was; only speculating that Jackie had forgotten to throw the garbage out. Rotting food was the closest descriptor he could find. \n\nHe knocked at her door, “Jackie…it's me, Greg.” \n\nThe door swung open, revealing the blonde lady in casual attire - shorts and a shirt that couldn’t cover her cleavage. Her body was exactly how he remembered it. Big tits, blonde hair and a plump ass to fit. Only difference was how joyful she was. \n\nShe pulled him in, “Come in, come in, don’t just stand around,” Her soft hands excited Greg, and her voice didn’t have the same malice. Still, her scent was a tad off. Slightly bitter and salty. \n\nAs he was pulled in, she fanned herself, showing more of her cleavage. Immediately, Greg took a seat. He didn’t want to show her his red face now. The door gently creaked before closing entirely, “So how’s life, Jackie?” \n\n“So - so. I guess I’m a little lonely? But it's whatevers” She said, twirling her hair, “Oh right, should get you some drinks, shouldn’t I?” \n\n“Yeah… yeah…” \n\n“Coke?” \n\nHe nodded. With her going to her kitchen, Greg glanced around the room. Fur scattered through the floor. Black fur. Did she get a dog? But he didn’t hear any barking. And why were there feathers as well? \n\nHe shook his head, only to hear a little click by the door. Odd. It locked by itself? \n\n“Here your coke,” She passed him a cold one, leaning forward and showing off her tits. Greg took a sip from it. His mind, still confused at the situation at hand, theorized why she wanted to see him. \n\nWas it money problems? She seemed happier now though. Without any stress. \n\nWas it really because she was lonely? Maybe… \n\nOr maybe… she just wanted to rekindle this friendship into something more? \n\nJackie giggled, “What’cha thinking about so much? Your whole face is filled with wrinkles.” \n\n“Just wondering why you messaged me to come.” \n\nHer head cocked to the side, tapping against her chin, “Hmmm… just want to catch up with you, that’s all,” She smiled, “And maybe settle any bad blood between us.” \n\n“Right…” \n\nHis little rod pressed against his boxers. Feelings whirled like a tornado inside his heart. Was this his chance? He glanced back at Jackie, “You know Jackie… ever since you left, my world’s colors were drained. Like everyday was the same. It was so numb that I wished I could sleep forever…”\n\n“Oh…thought I was the only one struggling here…”\n\n“No, Jackie. I was dreaming about how badly I treated you. And you were right. I was an asshole that changed you into this but… what’s important is that you can now rely on me.” \n\n“Really?” \n\n“Let’s bury the hatchet and start anew! Afresh again!” \n\nShe slammed her fist against her other palm, “Indeed! We should really start on equal footing this time, shouldn’t we?” \n\nA smile rose up from him. She was finally getting it! She actually wanted to be with him now! And even if they were only friends, he surely could progress that up to a relationship in no time! Standing up, he exclaimed, “Exactly! By the way, why is there so much fur on the ground? Do you have a dog?” \n\n“Nah, I don’t have any pets. There’s only me.” \n\nHe chuckled, “Nice joke, Jackie. Now show me where’s the dog.” \n\n“That’s my fur, Georgia,\" Her eyes glowed red, her smile widened. Greg instinctively stepped back. Her fur? “Oh? Stepping back? Thought you wanted to start on equal footing now?” \n\nHis hand now stood up. The hell was this pressure coming from her? “You… you’re one to talk… Stop these jo-jokes, Jackie. It’s not funny.” \n\nSuddenly, a force pushed down against his body. Like gravity weighing on him, he couldn’t move from that spot. Her soft fingers rubbed against his cheeks, “But I’m being serious, Georgia,” Shivering on that spot, Greg watched her nails thicken into hooves, “Do you need me to explain everything from the start?” \n\nNo… this wasn’t possible. How was she changing like that? \n\nShe snorted out a laugh, stripping her loose clothes off. Completely nude now, she brushed her hair to the side. Blonde hair reverted back to jet black like what she had before. With a simple stretch to the side, black fur covered her legs up. Like those on the ground. \n\nGreg was starting to freak out. How was she changing this much? She didn’t even take the drink this time. And why was she changing into an animal freak?\n\nHe blinked away, now spotting a tail sprouting from above her ass. Unlike a goat’s smaller tail, this one resembled a snake, swishing around like a whip. She licked against her lips, still refusing to explain anything to Greg. A couple inches added back to her as she now over towered the man.\n\n“No… what are you doing to yourself?” He shouted. All of his efforts now reversed in an instant, “What sort of monstrosity are you becoming?” \n\nShe leaned forward, “My body, my choice, asshat. But I suppose an explanation is due.” \n\nTurning behind, she showed off her new appendages attached to her back. Wings. Black ones, “You see Georgia after we parted ways, I tried to change back into a man. You know back before that fucking incident.” \n\nHer breasts retracted slightly. D cup now. Big enough to catch gazes, small enough for her back to handle. As the fur continued spreading, muscles accompanied alongside. She flexed her biceps, feeling energy swelling within them, “But no matter what I did… I would always return back to being your bimbo.”\n\n“So you bought the drinks from the cartilage and drank to change yourself back?” \n\n“Pffft, no. I’m not like some line kiddie like you.”\n\n“Line kiddie?” \n\n“Nevermind, you wouldn’t get it. Point is, I learnt the ways,” Cracks echoed through the room as she shuffled through her hair to give way. Greg squinted at her forehead where a pair of horns arched backward. Her mouth stretched out to create her new maw. Her nose formed by the front of her new maw. \n\nShe winced in pain once the third horn shot through her skull. Covering her mouth, a flame lit up within her middle horn, “Cool huh? Spent weeks trying to nail this design down.” Her voice, now noticeably deeper. Still vaguely feminine one but with the richness of a man’s, “Anyways, where was I?” \n\n“Jackie! Don’t you see yourself? You’re becoming some sort of fucking demon! Look at yourself in the mirror and see how fucking deranged you are.” \n\n“You mean look at how much I lost?” \n\n“Lost? You lost your fucking mind, that’s all I know.” \n\n“And whose fault is that?” \n\nGreg now was pissed, “I changed you into a beautiful woman and yo-” \n\n“I NEVER wanted that. I fucking hated that shape, that form, that powerlessness th-” Jackie stopped herself, “You know what? It’s fine.” \n\n“Fine? Nothing’s fine, you fucking freak!” \n\nJackie coughed, feeling her crotch on fire. By this point, the lady had turned to become an anthropomorphic black goat. With wide wings behind her back and horns on her skull, the resemblance to Baphomet was uncanny. A fit Baphomet; muscles were certainly present but weren't of the body builder standard. \n\nLike how she was back then. \n\nHer clit swelled up quickly, stretching out in length. Blushes rose as she stroked against it, giving it both width and depth. Greg’s eyes bulged out. No…why was it growing so fast now… why did she have a cock? \n\nShifting her cunt backwards, her nutsack dropped, bigger than Greg’s one by this point. She growled in delight. How… why… the questions didn’t stop in his horrified mind. All of his cells now screaming to run. To get away from this demonic being. \n\nYet, his gaze was affixed to her entire body. \n\n“Ugh,” She brushed her hair to the side, glancing down at her proud four inches. Always loved this part of the changes - to finally have her cock again. Now where was she? “Seemed like someone’s getting hard from this freak?” \n\n“Th-that doesn’t matter! Look at yourself!” \n\n“This sexy body? Yeah, I’m proud of myself for it. Actually, why don’t I show you my failed experiments?” She grabbed against his wrist and with the slightest tug, pulled him out of the spot. \n\nTaking a turn to the left, the man’s body trembled. Before him was an assortment of rotten flesh. Placed within glass vials, the combination of blood and bones was enough to make him nauseous. He covered his mouth on instinct. The actual fuck was Jackie doing? \n\n“Yeah, was planning to throw all of this out after you came,” She said, stepping into the room. Grabbing a knife, she shaved her breasts without hesitation. The sack of fat dropped to the floor, leaving behind a bloodied wound. Blood dripped down. \n\nAnd all Greg could see was her wide smile. \n\nHe fled. Ran towards the door and twisted against the handles. Her image now seared within his mind. What the hell? How could she just cut herself like that? Was she fucking crazy? \n\nHer clopping echoed against the wooden floor. Fuck… \n\nHe bashed against the door. Once. Twice. Thrice. But this damn door wouldn’t budge. This wasn’t the woman he loved… This was a demon wearing her skin. A literal skin walker. \n\nSweat dripped down his neck. He closed his eyes, slamming his entire body against it. He had to get out. \n\n“Oh Greg, I thought we wanted to start on equal footing,” She grabbed his head and twisted it to face her, “What’s wrong? Scared of me?” \n\nHis eyes darted around. Wait… where was her wound? The one where she just shaved herself? Why was it completely recovered now? Her thick scent further added to his panic. Putting his hands together, he begged, “Please… just let me go…” \n\nShe cocked her head to the side, “Go? Go where, Georgia? Didn’t you want me?” \n\n“You aren’t Jackie…” \n\nShe chuckled. With a simple snap, they blinked into her room. Greg fell to the ground, panicking away from her bloody breast on the floor. Runes lit up underneath him. There he tried to rush through the only exit. \n\nThe goat slammed him to the ground. She clapped her hands, her flame changed color to blue, slowing the man on the ground. There, the baphomet blinked her eyes, showing her normal set of eyes, “Ah, where’s my manners? I’m Jack, a baphomet. Nice to meet you, Georgia.” \n\nGreg slapped her hands away, “Fuck off. You’re not her…” \n\n“Whatever you want to believe, Georgia.” \n\n“Stop calling me that!” \n\n“And why should I?” She leaned forward, right in front of his face. His hands still paralysed akin to being chained to the floor. Breathing became a struggle. What even was this situation? His best friend turned into a demon and now trapped him in her house… Yeah right, she must have been possessed by some demonic entity and now it was after him.\n\nShe ruffled against his hair, “You can refer to me as he/her, doesn’t really matter since I’m both,” His hair sprouted and grew longer, now blocking his view. Blonde. The same shade he had given her, “And you’re here to suffer like me, alright?” \n\nFortunately, he broke out of his invisible chains, now pouncing onto the goat, “The hell are you doing now? Change me back!” Not even noticing the fact that his height was dropping, he slammed against the wall. An inch or two now shaved away. \n\n“But don’t you like silky hair? Silky blonde hair?” \n\n“You fucking sick bastard!” \n\n“Oh, you’re one to talk!” \n\nWarm flames burnt his clothes to a crisp, rendering him completely nude. He covered his nether regions. Instinctively, he scratched against his skin, feeling his internal body temperature rise rapidly. Every pore of his body began to sweat. So damn hot! \n\n“Stop this!” \n\n“Oh? But I’m giving you a better body now, Georgia. Why aren’t you grateful?” The goat circled around him. He stood up, only to feel light headed. Like his centre of balance had been shifted- why was he so damn short now? The weirdness crept in, feeling bits and pieces of himself lost.\n\n“First, let’s fix your face, alright?” She grabbed against his face, locking in within her palms and molded it accordingly.\n\nThis is where the preview ends for now. If you would like to read the whole thing, go and read it on my Patreon here right now at six a month. Won’t be releasing it out as this is a Patreon Exclusive Story. \n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "When Jackie woke up, she found herself within Greg’s sheets, her body still as feminine as she remembered it… She closed her eyes, still hoping that it was a dream.

Instead, memories of last night’s events came pouring back. Blushes surfaced up on her face. All of the sex, his touches against her body, her needy moans… even just thinking about it was making her knees weak.

But alongside the embarrassment, a nauseating feeling surged from her gut. This wasn’t her body. She was a man. Tall, muscular with some dignity to call his own. Not some bimbo that only craved dicks and Master’s attention.

She shook her head, snapping back to reality. This was her chance. Her one chance to escape. Quietly, she shifted out of his blanket and snuck out of there. With her breasts and ass jiggling, she took extra effort to not make a sound. Scenes of his hands fondling them replayed in her mind.

Why did it have to feel this good… she wondered, grabbing an oversized hoodie from his wardrobe. Still had his stench but now she enjoyed it. Enjoyed sniffing his clothes even.

She pushed that thought aside, putting his oversized hoodie on and zipped it up. Still pressing against the fabric, her nipples complained about the lack of support, sagging downwards. Fuck this shit… She stuffed her smaller legs into his larger jeans before tightening it with his belt. Funnily enough, his jeans fitted her plump ass like a glove - mostly because they were comparable size.  

As his jeans reached her ankles, she hastily grabbed her belongings and his keys before making a run for it. Her centre of gravity stabilised, allowing her to take longer strides out. Still, she was much slower than her former self.

Getting into the lift, she leaned against the wall, panting. She looked down at herself. Fucking hell. All of her training over the years disappeared from this. Her vision blurred before she wiped her eyes. No. Now’s not the time to cry. She had to go back first.


Once out of the apartment complex, eyes naturally gravitated towards her. A quick glance before returning back to what they were doing. Jackie could hear them talking. Talking about this foreign body. The guys called her ‘sexy’, a ‘baddie’ or even a ‘bimbo’ - the same remarks she used to say for other women. The girls however noted how she was wearing her ‘boyfriend’s clothes’ or how she wasn’t wearing a bra at all.

Her face reddened. Rushing into the alleyway, she avoided their judgement eyes. She didn’t want any more comments. Any more comments about her body. It just felt so foreign to now be in a woman’s body and to call it her own.

Taking through the short cuts, she navigated to her home. Yes, she was well aware of the dangers, now being on much higher alert as a lady; turning whenever she heard footsteps coming towards her. But her mind was still grappling with the reality of the situation.

Like how Greg had a crush on her or why he had believed this was the best idea to go through. She covered her mouth, feeling her throat tightening. Trembles passed through her body. Great, why must she remember yesterday’s event now? Feeling that bitter helplessness when she was pinned to the ground…

Finally, she reached home. She slammed the doors shut before sliding down onto the ground, her back against the door. There, she tucked in her knees but couldn’t hold in her tears any longer.

Covering her eyes with trembling hands, her mind swirled in a mixture of sorrow and fear. She was no longer the strong and charismatic Jack that she prided herself to be for the past decade. She was now this blonde haired, vulnerable sexy lady that couldn’t be relied upon. Her current body tore apart any of that former image of himself, emphasising how powerless she was.

Dread began to drown her other thoughts dark black as she thought about the future. What about her job? Her future? What if Greg comes here later? What about their friendship? Who was she going to ask for help? She didn’t have many close friends that could help her with this… Should she try HRT to turn back?

Her wailing became louder as her breathing became shallower. At times like this, she would have given a call to Greg and asked him for advice. But when he was the culprit… that didn’t leave much options.

She wiped her tears with new ones replacing them. How could Greg do this to her? Was he jealous of him? But he had not once complained about it. Hell, she had given him multiple chances to hit the gym and be fit but he always politely refused.

Did that mean he really meant what he said? About him liking her? She knocked her head against the door. Thinking back, he was an amazing listener, always there to listen to his problems and give the right advice at the right time. In a sense, he felt special, being treated like this.

Fury built up. Even if he had feelings, that didn’t mean changing him into a her! She unzipped his hoodie and tossed it onto the floor, stomping against it. Biting against her lips, she screamed.

Felt like her whole entire life was going to shit. Her one friend turned out to be some bat shit insane stalker, her identity as a person had just been robbed away and her future was now by the rocks - waiting to fall. And she couldn’t do anything about it. Nothing at all.

Tears eventually dried up as she laid flat on the floor. Even just listening to her voice was irritating her. His baggy jeans had now been tossed to the side along his hoodie, leaving her completely naked. At least she wasn’t wearing any of his damn clothes.

Despite her reluctance, she got up from the floor. She must move on some way or another. First thing first, getting some actual clothes.

Meanwhile, Greg just woke up, noticing the dent left behind by Jackie. He didn’t think too much of it, until realizing his keys were gone. Fuck. She must’ve left him.

He sighed, shambling towards the washroom. Sex last night was fantastic with her moans but it was hollow. This wasn’t actually her liking him; it was like he had hired a slut to fuck him. Like a transactional experience.

Ruffling through his hair, he was reminded of Jackie once again, remembering how she would do this to him. If only she still treated him the same way… was it too much to ask for that? He brushed his teeth before spitting out the toothpaste and glanced into the mirror.

Did he go too far yesterday?

Greg shook his head. No, she just needed time to adjust. He would admit maybe that was too fast but given enough time, she would realize how much of a blessing this was. She was just too emotional at the moment. Too irrational.  

Yeah, yeah, that made more sense. He nodded his head, now going to his sofa and booted up some games. If she needed time off, she could take this weekend off, learning and exploring her body by herself. Yeah… that plan worked. After all, they were going to meet at work on Monday. No escaping that fact.  

But when Monday came around, Jackie was nowhere to be found. Greg, upon realizing, asked one member of the sale’s team, “Say has anyone seen Jack? Don’t think I’ve seen him today yet.”

“Jack? Oh yeah, he quit today.”

Quit? Jackie quitting? What was she going to do now? As some slut on the Internet? His eyes bulged forward, prompting the salesman, “Is there anything wrong?”

“Oh, it’s nothing. Jack just borrowed my hoodie. Just hoping to take it back today. Still thanks for answering,” Greg retreated to his seat, fuming.

But Greg was definitely wrong.

The lady in question was having a minor panic attack. Now completely dressed in formal wear, her knees gave way, falling to the ground. What was her boss  and colleagues going to say? She couldn’t possibly show up to work, claim to be her former self and work as per usual, right?

With much hesitation, she decided to quit. Quit and probably start afresh at a new company. Just had to change all of her paperwork to become this form all by herself… She sighed. Maybe Greg could help her or something…?

She shook her head, frustrated.

It was a complicated relationship by this point. As much as she tried to not think about him, her mind still drifted to his image. He was her closest friend after all; the many memories that they formed were hard to burn all together. Yet, he was the root cause of this entire shit.

There, her phone buzzed. Glancing over, a notification popped up. It was from Greg.

“Hrd u quit. i wnt to apologize. Could we meet at park? Same place at 7.”

Upon reading, Jackie’s conflicted feelings showed on her face. What should she do now? She wanted to hear him out but she was also scared of him… like what he did last time.

After much thought, she accepted it. She at least should hear him out.

Once the clock hit 7, Jackie arrived with a simple T-shirt and shorts before sitting on the bench. The same bench where they spent their nights drinking cheap booze as teens. There, she glanced at Greg, now in his casual attire with a bag behind him.

As Greg sat down beside her, Jackie closed her eyes, “Not falling for the same shit, asshat.”

“Right…”

“So wanna explain what the fuck is all this about?”

He raised his eyebrow, “Look, I’m sorry for being so violent that day. You don’t understand how eager I was when I saw you changing. And I was dreaming about thi-”

“Dreaming about this? You wanted me to change into a girl this badly?”

“Well yeah,” He glanced to the side, “But think about the bright side, Jackie. You’re a hot baddie now with such sexy curves and you have to admit sex is much better now.”

Dark blush surfaced up her face, “Shut up, Greg! I never wanted this shit and you fucking forced it onto me just cause you like me? Are you fucking crazy?”

Silence was his reply. Greg scratched against his beard. Huh, why wasn’t she getting it? She had the looks, retained her charisma an-oh right, he never explained the best part to her.

During the silence, Jackie was tempted to open her eyes, just to observe this asshole’s expression but she wasn’t going to risk becoming his stupid slut again. Even now, she felt uncomfortable with this fragile body. This wasn’t hers. And this will never be hers.

“Now what? I’m sorry that I changed you but I can’t change you back. What’s your plan moving forward?”

“I don’t know. Find a new job, start over from scratch, do some trans-HRT stuff just to turn back,” Her voice weakened slightly, “And it’s all your fucking fault, jackass.”  

“When I said I liked you, I really did mean it, Jackie,” His hands slid over to hers, only for her to flinch back, “Could you let me make it up to you at least?”

“Meaning?”

“I will take responsibility for everything. Whatever needs you have now or in the future, I’ll be there. Just think of me like last time before this event. All you have to do is say the word.”

“Bu-”

“Or would you rather struggle to find a job and get hit on by guys. Maybe one of them might have ulterior motives and rapes you? You’re not as strong as you were before, you know?”

Now it was Jackie’s turn to be silent. He had a point. Now that things have become this bad… What other option did she have to move forward? And call her stupid but she still wanted companionship from him.

“Of course, I respect whatever decision you make. This is my fault but I’m just scared that you’ll be in danger,” He took out a can and clinked it on the bench, sliding it to her, “And I fear that once you turn me down, I can’t be there to help you.”

“What’s this?” She picked up the can, feeling the cold water droplets on her fingers.

“Just some soda. Anyways, there are conditions to my atonement. Can’t possibly let you take advantage of me fully, right Jackie?”

“Yeah?”

“You’ll have to stay over and just do my chores everyday, alright?”

“Like a stay at home wife?”

He took in a deep breath, “If that’s fine with you. I want you to be my girlfriend, alright?”

She unconsciously stood up, dropping the soda onto the bench, “Dude, no! Why…why can’t we just be friends?”

“Cause I like you. And I… I love you so much. So much that I changed you and I…whatever. If you want to suffer like a whore in the streets, go ahead then. I’m not stopping you.”

Jackie now opened her eyes, watching Greg’s distraught face. A blue can stood where she had previously sat. Fucking knew it that there was a catch there. Yet, it sounded better than living on her own in this form.

“What’s that drink then?”

“Your answer. Take a sip if you want me to take care of you as my girlfriend. Else, I suppose we have nothing to say.”

Jackie fidgetted with her fingers. Fuck. What should she do now? This creep was fully taking advantage of her and yet his offer wasn’t bad. Objectively. Not needing to work, living with a close one and perhaps even having sex-

Fuck off! That was just a slow descent into acceptance. Into accepting her place as a woman. As his wife. Why was she rewarding him with her presence? If he truly loved her, he shouldn’t need to do this shit in the first fucking place! All of these new hormones were steering her in the wrong direction.

She grabbed the can, “Could you give me a few minutes to think about it?”

“Sure. Take your time.”

Inspecting the soda, she noticed it was the same brand that changed her. This time it was cyan blue with the same warning sign. Fuck off. He was going to change her again? But…

No! What the fuck was she thinking? Her going back to the perpetrator? Tossing the can into the bin, she flipped him off, shouting, “Nah fuck you. Who do you think you are? My saviour?”

Greg stepped back. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Why was she acting up? He reached his hand out, watching his crush walk away, “Jackie, I’m serious! How are you going to find a job or keep yourself safe?”

He quickly caught up, only for her to pull out her phone, “Greg, I’ll call the cops if you keep this shit up.”

“Bu-” Tears brimmed around his eyes.

“Farewell, Greg,” She interrupted, her voice now ice cold. As she walked into the shadows, the man fell to his knees, sobbing. His only companion in the darkness was the street lamp that shone against his body.

For the next few months, Greg’s world was completely drained of color. He still did his job up to standard but he became aloof and more withdrawn. His eyes now resembled dead sardines’. Like a zombie, he dragged himself through the motions of life.

Sometimes, he could see her in his room. Joking about how sad he appeared now while cracking a beer. But that only depressed him even further. To know that he wasn’t the one for her. That they couldn’t even be friends now.

Frustration and regret mixed together within his tears. The more he tried to not think about her, the more she was in his thoughts, the more pain he felt. It was the pink elephant situation again except he held this pain to great honor.

That was the price to pay for his love. After all, misery is wasted on the miserable.

Meanwhile, Jackie had her fair share of struggles. Finding a full time job in short notice was challenging to say the least. Especially in this job market. She grunted, scrolling through multiple job postings, applying to them and getting rejected within hours. If she had known that getting a job was this hard, she probably would’ve stayed inside that job.

Her usual day was now just going to chains of job interviews in sales positions, before crashing out in bed. The usual catcalling never improved. With all of her ‘assets’, perverts would still shoot their shots on her, asking her out.

As always, she shot them down, stepping back. Some of them of course got handsy on her. Reaching out to her, multiple men had tried to force themselves in, calling her a slut or enticing her with the allure of money.

She always followed up with a scream. While the man covered his ears, attention would now be on them, allowing her to flee. If instead this was in some alleyway, she would tase the man, paralysing him long enough to run.

If that wasn’t enough, she had to adapt to her new cycles, using only online forums and discord channels for support. Disgust and loneliness still clung onto her. She hated feeling this soft and vulnerable. The complete opposite of what she used to be. If only she had a friend to vent to.  

But each time she faced the mirror, she was reminded of Greg. This was what Greg wanted. This was all molded by him as a slutty bimbo who only followed his demands. Shudders went down her spine. Who knew what would’ve happened if she had taken his offer?

Naturally, some nights were darker.

Dysmorphia overwhelmed her in those darkest nights. Shambling into the kitchen, her tears continued to stream down her cheeks, she glanced over at her kitchen knives. Her soft skin only pained her. Of how powerless she was.

The scenes replayed in her mind. Instead of silent sobs, laughter roared. She grabbed onto the smallest knife - ones used to cut fruit. Jackie hated this body. This form.

How her heavy tits jiggled. How her ass lured guys. How she was seen as a fucking slut.

So what better way to reign back control than to- she cut herself on her left arm. Blood oozed out of the cut; the pain caused her to wince. Right. She should just ruin this entire body instead, shouldn’t she?

Each cut was shallow. Small enough to be seen as accidental paper cuts. From her arms to legs, she laughed with her tears crashing against the wounds. It fucking stung. Stung like a bee but she relished in it.

She shifted her attention down to her chest. Her fucking breasts. Stripping off her bra, she stared down at them. If only there was a way to cut them down entirely. To make her flat chest and become a man again…

Her hands shivered. She knew how sensitive these things were. Just one touch was enough to make her moan. One little cut on the other hand? The pain would be immeasurable. Enough to make her scream.

Her laughter stopped. Now her tears were welling up in her eyes. She had dreamt of reverting back as a man. To chop off her breasts and regrow her penis using surgery and HRT injections (which she hadn’t started) but now when faced with the decision… She was hesitant.

Within the pain, she gave her tits a squeeze. Blushing bright red, she couldn’t deny how good it felt. Scenes of her past flashed back. Maybe that bastard had a point of her being a woman. Continuing to fondle her breasts, she indulged in the pleasure. Why should she suffer because of him?

Her fingers moved down to her wet cunt. Rubbing against the ridges, the euphoria covered up whatever physical pain she felt. The disgust that she felt about her womanly pleasures waned slightly. She just had to make do with her current form.

By the next morning, her disgust switched targets. She still didn’t want to be a woman, especially with her identity as being a man, but she won’t deny its perks now. She instead reasoned her disgust stemmed from Greg’s choice: To change her into his ideal wife. Charged up with betrayal and dysmorphia, it probably fuelled it up.

Once the seasons changed, Jackie finally landed a job. Her life sailed smoothly. Her coworkers were nice to her - most of them being older ladies, giving advice to her whenever she needed it. And using her charms, sales went by easily for her, much to her embarrassment.

Still after work, she continued to search for a cure. Acceptance worked in mysterious ways - she was fine with her feminine parts now but still wanted to be a man.

To return back to how she was.

She tried everything under the sun. HRT, tribalism, traditional medicine and even the occult. The latter was her answer actually. Those lines she saw weren’t any coincidence. They actually were leylines to alter reality, actual magic for her fingertips.

Day in and day out, she studied after work. Experimenting with those leylines and trying new spells. After three weeks or so, she picked up the craft. She could turn back into her original form now but after realizing there’s a world of magic beyond her humanity, she designed her body, sacrificing it all in pursuit of it.

With more power by her side, she was a demi-god in her current state. There were some hiccups along the way like all things in life but eventually, she nailed it down. Switching between two forms (true and human), she adjusted to her new life.

Mischief festered in her heart. So much power yet she couldn’t cast any spells? Fun spells that had an impact. Thoughts scattered within one night. Oh right, Greg still probably wanted her, didn’t he?

 And what better way to take revenge than her new arsenal of spells?



A year passed. Not like it mattered. Same routine without any aspirations or dreams moving forward. With Greg’s aloof personality, his co-workers distanced themselves from him. Aside from work, he never really fitted in with them anyways.

Just as the clock hit five, Greg packed up. Another day of missing her. Then, his phone buzzed.  He clicked against his tongue. The hell was it now? Bills he hadn’t paid? Comments from his ragebait posts? Or…

His hands trembled. It was from Jackie:

“Greg… cld u come over? i miss u.”

His heart skipped a beat. Immediately, it roared back and crashed against his ribs. Was he dreaming? Jackie actually messaged and wanted to meet him? He stopped his hasty breathing, sending a simple ‘K’ back to her.

Goosebumps popped from his arm. Oh lord, Jackie finally talked to him. He couldn’t stop shaking. As the lift opened its door, he dashed out of there. His face couldn’t hide his grin.  

Why should it? His lover finally messaged back after such a long cold war. It's been an entire year. One whole year. Was it because she was lonely? Or was it because she realized how important he was to her life?

Using his knees for support, he panted like a dog. Tongue out. The last time he ran was two years ago when Jackie asked him out for jogs. But yes, he finally reached Jackie's apartment complex.

At times, he was tempted to barge against her door. To just ask for another chance or to let him prove himself. Yet, he was admittedly too cowardly to do so. What if she actually called the cops on him?

Another buzz from his phone, “See ya :3”

This was proof. Proof that she wanted him. Memories of her flooded his mind as he walked towards her apartment. Standing outside her front door, he was sweating buckets. Oh man, it's been a year since they met, he really should’ve washed up before coming… But his excitement couldn’t hold any longer.

Interestingly, there’s a strange smell coming out from her room. He couldn’t pinpoint what exactly the smell was; only speculating that Jackie had forgotten to throw the garbage out. Rotting food was the closest descriptor he could find.

He knocked at her door, “Jackie…it's me, Greg.”

The door swung open, revealing the blonde lady in casual attire - shorts and a shirt that couldn’t cover her cleavage. Her body was exactly how he remembered it. Big tits, blonde hair and a plump ass to fit. Only difference was how joyful she was.

She pulled him in, “Come in, come in, don’t just stand around,” Her soft hands excited Greg, and her voice didn’t have the same malice. Still, her scent was a tad off. Slightly bitter and salty.

As he was pulled in, she fanned herself, showing more of her cleavage. Immediately, Greg took a seat. He didn’t want to show her his red face now. The door gently creaked before closing entirely, “So how’s life, Jackie?”

“So - so. I guess I’m a little lonely? But it's whatevers” She said, twirling her hair, “Oh right, should get you some drinks, shouldn’t I?”

“Yeah… yeah…”

“Coke?”

He nodded. With her going to her kitchen, Greg glanced around the room. Fur scattered through the floor. Black fur. Did she get a dog? But he didn’t hear any barking. And why were there feathers as well?

He shook his head, only to hear a little click by the door. Odd. It locked by itself?

“Here your coke,” She passed him a cold one, leaning forward and showing off her tits. Greg took a sip from it. His mind, still confused at the situation at hand, theorized why she wanted to see him.

Was it money problems? She seemed happier now though. Without any stress.

Was it really because she was lonely? Maybe…

Or maybe… she just wanted to rekindle this friendship into something more?

Jackie giggled, “What’cha thinking about so much? Your whole face is filled with wrinkles.”

“Just wondering why you messaged me to come.”

Her head cocked to the side, tapping against her chin, “Hmmm… just want to catch up with you, that’s all,” She smiled, “And maybe settle any bad blood between us.”

“Right…”

His little rod pressed against his boxers. Feelings whirled like a tornado inside his heart. Was this his chance? He glanced back at Jackie, “You know Jackie… ever since you left, my world’s colors were drained. Like everyday was the same. It was so numb that I wished I could sleep forever…”

“Oh…thought I was the only one struggling here…”

“No, Jackie. I was dreaming about how badly I treated you. And you were right. I was an asshole that changed you into this but… what’s important is that you can now rely on me.”

“Really?”

“Let’s bury the hatchet and start anew! Afresh again!”

She slammed her fist against her other palm, “Indeed! We should really start on equal footing this time, shouldn’t we?”

A smile rose up from him. She was finally getting it! She actually wanted to be with him now! And even if they were only friends, he surely could progress that up to a relationship in no time! Standing up, he exclaimed, “Exactly! By the way, why is there so much fur on the ground? Do you have a dog?”

“Nah, I don’t have any pets. There’s only me.”

He chuckled, “Nice joke, Jackie. Now show me where’s the dog.”

“That’s my fur, Georgia," Her eyes glowed red, her smile widened. Greg instinctively stepped back. Her fur? “Oh? Stepping back? Thought you wanted to start on equal footing now?”

His hand now stood up. The hell was this pressure coming from her? “You… you’re one to talk… Stop these jo-jokes, Jackie. It’s not funny.”

Suddenly, a force pushed down against his body. Like gravity weighing on him, he couldn’t move from that spot. Her soft fingers rubbed against his cheeks,  “But I’m being serious, Georgia,” Shivering on that spot, Greg watched her nails thicken into hooves, “Do you need me to explain everything from the start?”

No… this wasn’t possible. How was she changing like that?

She snorted out a laugh, stripping her loose clothes off. Completely nude now, she brushed her hair to the side. Blonde hair reverted back to jet black like what she had before. With a simple stretch to the side, black fur covered her legs up. Like those on the ground.

Greg was starting to freak out. How was she changing this much? She didn’t even take the drink this time. And why was she changing into an animal freak?

He blinked away, now spotting a tail sprouting from above her ass. Unlike a goat’s smaller tail, this one resembled a snake, swishing around like a whip. She licked against her lips, still refusing to explain anything to Greg. A couple inches added back to her as she now over towered the man.

“No… what are you doing to yourself?” He shouted. All of his efforts now reversed in an instant, “What sort of monstrosity are you becoming?”

She leaned forward, “My body, my choice, asshat. But I suppose an explanation is due.”

Turning behind, she showed off her new appendages attached to her back. Wings. Black ones, “You see Georgia after we parted ways, I tried to change back into a man. You know back before that fucking incident.”

Her breasts retracted slightly. D cup now. Big enough to catch gazes, small enough for her back to handle. As the fur continued spreading, muscles accompanied alongside. She flexed her biceps, feeling energy swelling within them, “But no matter what I did… I would always return back to being your bimbo.”

“So you bought the drinks from the cartilage and drank to change yourself back?”

“Pffft, no. I’m not like some line kiddie like you.”

“Line kiddie?”

“Nevermind, you wouldn’t get it. Point is, I learnt the ways,” Cracks echoed through the room as she shuffled through her hair to give way. Greg squinted at her forehead where a pair of horns arched backward. Her mouth stretched out to create her new maw. Her nose formed by the front of her new maw.

She winced in pain once the third horn shot through her skull. Covering her mouth, a flame lit up within her middle horn, “Cool huh? Spent weeks trying to nail this design down.” Her voice, now noticeably deeper. Still vaguely feminine one but with the richness of a man’s, “Anyways, where was I?”

“Jackie! Don’t you see yourself? You’re becoming some sort of fucking demon! Look at yourself in the mirror and see how fucking deranged you are.”

“You mean look at how much I lost?”

“Lost? You lost your fucking mind, that’s all I know.”

“And whose fault is that?”

Greg now was pissed, “I changed you into a beautiful woman and yo-”

“I NEVER wanted that. I fucking hated that shape, that form, that powerlessness th-” Jackie stopped herself, “You know what? It’s fine.”

“Fine? Nothing’s fine, you fucking freak!”

Jackie coughed, feeling her crotch on fire. By this point, the lady had turned to become an anthropomorphic black goat. With wide wings behind her back and horns on her skull, the resemblance to Baphomet was uncanny. A fit Baphomet; muscles were certainly present but weren't of the body builder standard.

Like how she was back then.

Her clit swelled up quickly, stretching out in length. Blushes rose as she stroked against it, giving it both width and depth. Greg’s eyes bulged out. No…why was it growing so fast now… why did she have a cock?

Shifting her cunt backwards, her nutsack dropped, bigger than Greg’s one by this point. She growled in delight. How… why… the questions didn’t stop in his horrified mind. All of his cells now screaming to run. To get away from this demonic being.

Yet, his gaze was affixed to her entire body.

“Ugh,” She brushed her hair to the side, glancing down at her proud four inches. Always loved this part of the changes - to finally have her cock again. Now where was she? “Seemed like someone’s getting hard from this freak?”

“Th-that doesn’t matter! Look at yourself!”

“This sexy body? Yeah, I’m proud of myself for it. Actually, why don’t I show you my failed experiments?” She grabbed against his wrist and with the slightest tug, pulled him out of the spot.

Taking a turn to the left, the man’s body trembled. Before him was an assortment of rotten flesh. Placed within glass vials, the combination of blood and bones was enough to make him nauseous. He covered his mouth on instinct. The actual fuck was Jackie doing?  

“Yeah, was planning to throw all of this out after you came,” She said, stepping into the room. Grabbing a knife, she shaved her breasts without hesitation. The sack of fat dropped to the floor, leaving behind a bloodied wound. Blood dripped down.

And all Greg could see was her wide smile.

He fled. Ran towards the door and twisted against the handles. Her image now seared within his mind. What the hell? How could she just cut herself like that? Was she fucking crazy?

Her clopping echoed against the wooden floor. Fuck…

He bashed against the door. Once. Twice. Thrice. But this damn door wouldn’t budge. This wasn’t the woman he loved… This was a demon wearing her skin. A literal skin walker.

Sweat dripped down his neck. He closed his eyes, slamming his entire body against it. He had to get out.

“Oh Greg, I thought we wanted to start on equal footing,” She grabbed his head and twisted it to face her, “What’s wrong? Scared of me?”

His eyes darted around. Wait… where was her wound? The one where she just shaved herself? Why was it completely recovered now? Her thick scent further added to his panic. Putting his hands together, he begged, “Please… just let me go…”

She cocked her head to the side, “Go? Go where, Georgia? Didn’t you want me?”

“You aren’t Jackie…”

She chuckled. With a simple snap, they blinked into her room. Greg fell to the ground, panicking away from her bloody breast on the floor. Runes lit up underneath him. There he tried to rush through the only exit.

The goat slammed him to the ground. She clapped her hands, her flame changed color to blue, slowing the man on the ground. There, the baphomet blinked her eyes, showing her normal set of eyes, “Ah, where’s my manners? I’m Jack, a baphomet. Nice to meet you, Georgia.”

Greg slapped her hands away, “Fuck off. You’re not her…”

“Whatever you want to believe, Georgia.”

“Stop calling me that!”

“And why should I?” She leaned forward, right in front of his face. His hands still paralysed akin to being chained to the floor. Breathing became a struggle. What even was this situation? His best friend turned into a demon and now trapped him in her house… Yeah right, she must have been possessed by some demonic entity and now it was after him.

She ruffled against his hair, “You can refer to me as he/her, doesn’t really matter since I’m both,” His hair sprouted and grew longer, now blocking his view. Blonde. The same shade he had given her, “And you’re here to suffer like me, alright?”

Fortunately, he broke out of his invisible chains, now pouncing onto the goat, “The hell are you doing now? Change me back!” Not even noticing the fact that his height was dropping, he slammed against the wall. An inch or two now shaved away.

“But don’t you like silky hair? Silky blonde hair?”

“You fucking sick bastard!”

“Oh, you’re one to talk!”

Warm flames burnt his clothes to a crisp, rendering him completely nude. He covered his nether regions. Instinctively, he scratched against his skin, feeling his internal body temperature rise rapidly. Every pore of his body began to sweat. So damn hot!

“Stop this!”

“Oh? But I’m giving you a better body now, Georgia. Why aren’t you grateful?” The goat circled around him. He stood up, only to feel light headed. Like his centre of balance had been shifted- why was he so damn short now? The weirdness crept in, feeling bits and pieces of himself lost.

“First, let’s fix your face, alright?” She grabbed against his face, locking in within her palms and molded it accordingly.

This is where the preview ends for now. If you would like to read the whole thing, go and read it on my Patreon here right now at six a month. Won’t be releasing it out as this is a Patreon Exclusive Story.
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