Readied Stance (Mai Natsume TG TF)

    As Matt read through the passages, his body began to alter and shift considerably. His body rather slowly shrunk a few inches to about five-foot-four, a maneuver made a little tricky by his horizontal position, though whatever was causing this change would not be stopped. Matt's body hair retracted into his body, a sort of needle-like sensation that he picked up on, and his skin began to smoothen over.

   "Hm?" Matt closed the book out of confusion. He wasn't able to look at his legs due to his position in the ventilation duct, but he could sure feel it. Matt's feet slimmed slightly inside his shoes, though interestingly they remained a little bulky. The fat and excess muscle on his lower and upper legs both began to recede, crushing back into his body and ceasing to exist. It felt very bizarre down there, almost like a little kid was hugging his leg, but of course, things were about to get more bizarre.

    "What the hell's going on here? I just wish...I could look and see..." Matt's stomach then started to feel very...strange. It didn't really feel bad, per se, just very weird. It was a warm bubbling feeling, as if he'd drank a warm drink and then taken an Alka-Seltzer.

    This feeling didn't last too long, as it was quickly followed up with a sudden rush of ecstacy that made Matt yelp. He used the limited room he had in the ventilation shaft to flip, almost with a sideways jump, onto his back, a strengthening downwards pulling motion persisting the whole way through. Matt stared in disbelief as the forward arch at the front of his shorts began to lower into his body, with one last massive rush of pure yes, so huge that Matt shook quite violently inside the ventilation shaft, serving as a farewell cry from his genitals. Everything began to settle down for a second or three, only for the silence to be broken by a sharp ripping pain on his rear. The formation of the vagina was so abrupt that it literally made Matt jump despite being on his back, sending him into the inside top of the ventilation shaft and back down.

     "Oh...goddamn...oh fuck, what's going..." Dazed and confused, Matt turned onto his stomach with the intention of crawling out the vent. The changes weren't waiting for that, though. Matt's rear smoothened over, almost as if an industrial cleaner had been applied to it. After that, it became a full on musical. Matt's confusion was quickly supplemented by a melody of cracking sounds as his bones began to shift. Matt's hips locked back to allow for a rather enviable rear end, but his shoulders actually snapped forward. By this point, Matt was extremely uncomfortable, and it had become clear that his body didn't want to move, so he flipped onto his back to rest for a few seconds. His brain was scrambling to find the cause of this, after all. The still-persistent bubbling had stayed in his stomach, but the warmth had begun to slowly travel up the body, crushing in the waist as it went and creating a very slight hourglass. The warmth stopped at the upper chest, and after a moment, it began literally slamming into the upper chest wall like a quarterback. With each impact, a pair of extremely enviable breasts began to form, a change Matt had watched with a blank stare. It was a bizarre contrast, as Matt's feet were still rather thick, his new hourglass was unimpressive, and there was still a bit of fat left over at the upper leg, but it was one that would get a few looks for sure.

    "No, I'm getting out of this vent and...and..." Matt began to stutter, having noticed ‘his’ voice wasn't immune to the fun. Matt's Adam's Apple had crushed in considerably and ‘his’ voice had lightened, having now become bizarrely familiar. Matt's face viciously yet painlessly crushed towards ‘his’ nose, shrinking it and guillotining any leftover facial hair. ‘His’ eyes flickered like a broken traffic light and rounded out slightly, finally settling on a magentaish red when they were done changing shape.

    The changes stopped briefly, just long enough for Matt to assume that it was over. ‘He’ grabbed the book and swiftly crawled back to the corner further down the ventilation where ‘he’ could turn back around. In the meantime, Matt's hair had started changing, with a vibrant purple wave permeating from Matt's pores and traveling up the hair, changing the hair’s color and thinning it into a very silky composition as it went. As Matt finally turned around, the wave had reached the end of the pre-existent hair, but instead of stopping, it just kept going, creating new hair that flowed behind Matt's head. Matt was unaware of this, being as ‘he’ was literally crawling backwards through the ventilation. Eventually, Matt reached the end of the ventilation and dropped down onto one of the toilets with surprising stability. ‘He’ opened the stall door, turned towards the mirrors and just stared.

    "Wha...what the..." There was still one more thing that had to transform, however, that being the clothes. As Matt stood, they used the opportunity to alter. Matt’s shoes split wide open, their collars extending outwards and upwards by a pretty wide margin, and they changed color in a fashion similar to a painter painting a new color onto them, though of course there was no painter this time. These new shoes, colored white with yellow collar, were almost like boots, though not quite. Matt’s socks, which had turned black and had become much more silky to fit the composition of stockings, shot up the leg, stopping halfway up the upper leg. The waistline of Matt’s shorts tore itself away, and the shorts then used some of the dangling fabric to fasten itself to the shirt, flattening out as if it had been ironed too much. It much more resembled a frilly black attached skirt.

    Matt’s shirt altered considerably as well, becoming much more of a dress shirt in terms of composition, complete with buttons towards the bottom, though being as this appeared to be a slip-on uniform, they didn't seem to have much purpose. The uniform then changed color in the same painter’s fashion. It was deep blue at the sleeves and at the collar, yellow at the side pleats, and white inside of the side pleats. To wrap things up, the leftovers from the shorts waistline flew back up and tore themselves apart even further, eventually forming small yellow strands which pieced themselves together. Some of the hair lost in the transformation came flying out of the ventilation to assist this formation. When all was said and done, a beautiful yellow hairbow had been created, and it placed itself gently in Matt’s hair to help secure what was still a pretty messy haircut. This transformation was complete.