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ONCE UPON A WISH
By Gunslinger
The computer hummed as it came to life, the screen blooming into
phosphorous glow.
Steve rolled his shoulders, relaxing himself, as he lowered himself to
his chair. With quick use of mouse and keys, he was soon connected to the
'net, doing his usual routine.
One of which, of course, was the modern habit called 'checking his e-mail'.
"Well... what's this?" Steve asked, as a familiar nick showed in the
'sent by' window. A little something from Gunslinger. With a small smile, he
opened the message, wondering what it contained.
His eyes widened as he read, and he shook his head in disbelief -
Gunslinger was pulling his leg again. The text of the message spoke of
finding away to adapt age-old magical 'spells' to the modern age, using the
computer in place of parchment. In fact, the message went on to say, the
e-mail he was reading contained a spell - a temporary, twenty-four hour
transformation spell, that would leave Steve as a certain type of new being.
Catwoman.
Steve was, as usual, mildly amused by Gunslinger's interweaving of fact
and fiction. As he finished reading the message, he paged down...
...and stopped, reading the last few words.
'Any second now, you'll feel the tingle of the spell kicking in. THIS IS
NO JOKE.'
'Gunslinger'
The first instant that he felt the tingle begin to spread, Steve thought
it was psychosomatic - but the feeling grew, proving to be so very real.
Steve, amazed, just smiled as the feeling thrummed through him - it was
about to happen.
Quickly, he pushed away from the computer. His fingers flew towards the
clasps on his clothing, intending to get the garments off before the change
kicked in...
..but, even as he reached for the button on his slacks, the material and
clasp writhed under his fingers and began to shift.
"Wow - he thought of everything..." Steve said, even as the clothing on
his form writhed into new configurations.
But as interesting as that sensation was, it wasn't nearly as interesting
as the sensation of his writing body.
Steve gasped as he felt his waist begin to constrict, drawing smaller and
smaller. At the same time, there was a rippling sensation in his chest - and
the still-changing shirt he wore began to bulge outwards, propelled by the
force of his swelling chest. He could feel the weight on his chest
increasing as his nipples gained in sensitivity - and he knew the sensation
he'd described so often, the feeling of breasts swelling on a once manly chest.
Instinctively, his hands flew to his head, and he was rewarded with the
sensation of his hair rapidly pushing outward from his scalp. Under his
questing fingers, the hair grew softer and silkier - and darker, he was
sure. With a grin, he yanked his fingers away from the lengthening mane -
before they became entangled in the braid that was forming in the fall of hair.
He shifted his gaze back down to the swelling on his chest. The once gray
cotton garment was still changing, becoming darker, glossier... and the
shapes under it were still bulging outward, the tightening material
displaying breasts that were becoming fuller and firmer with each passing
second.
His legs tingles as the muscles changed position and form, going from
unremarkable masculine contours to shapely, feminine ones. Contours that
were slowly being enhanced as he was gradually pushed upwards atop the heels
that were forming out of his changing shoes. Shoes that were slowly
shrinking around feet that were doing likewise.
He could feel his facial features altering, and wished he'd had the
foresight to stand in front of a mirror - but he was more intrigued, right
now, by the pulling sensation occurring in his groin. With an odd look on
his face - he hadn't imagined it would feel quite like this - Steve glanced
down, but was unable to see past the burgeoning bosom that he - she - could
now claim as hers.
Instead, she turned her gaze to her arms, which were achieving a new,
feminine definition...
...as the body hair began to GROW?
Steve frowned. Eyes widening in realization, she hurried to the bathroom
even as the changes continued, swaying atop the still extending heels in her
new shoes.
By the time she reached a mirror, the changes had stopped.
Steve stared at the figure reflected in the mirror. The shape of it was
most definitely feminine - long, shapely legs, tiny waist, and large, firm
breasts the size of small melons define the new figure she possessed, and it
was all well displayed by the latex clothing that 'covered' her body, the
glossy black 'nylons', bustier and gloves doing little in the way to
actually cover anything.
But she wasn't a human female - because a fine coat of hair covered her,
it's coloration a striated shade of beige. Her inner thighs, belly, middle
torso and neck were white, and her ears - triangular, furred ears positioned
higher on her head - slightly darker. Her wide, dark eyes - with their
vertical pupils - stared at the reflection of her face, with it's short
muzzle, bright pink nose surrounded by whiskers, and the mouth of small,
sharp teeth.
Steve sighed, shaking her head. She was, indeed, exactly as specified - a
Cat-woman, dressed in black latex.
As she would be for the next twenty-four hours.
"Gunslinger, you.... you...." She said, her voice now high and feminine...
...then, almost against her will, she began to laugh.
After reading his stories, Steve realized - she certainly should have
known better then to trust Gunslinger....
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