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A/N: I don't own any of the final fantasy characters. Square Enix does.
All names of original characters are strictly off the top of my head and
have no relationship to real life people. Anybody who shares a similar
name is pure coincidence.
This story may contain spoilers from Final Fantasy and other games.
Other then that? Enjoy.
Tifa the World Renown
By Shadow Rave
Part 1 - The Ultimate Gaming Experience
"And what is this supposed to be exactly?"
What the boy held in his hands was a huge cardboard box with some letters
on it that were indistinguishable. Lifting it however had almost been
impossible, the boy's grip threatening to fail him with each passing
second.
"That Chris, is perhaps the ultimate Video Game experience you'll ever
have a chance to play," the hooded man said with a knowing smirk.
Chris Williams, was an 18 something gaming junky standing at about 6 feet
with short blond hair and gray blue eyes wearing the customary blue jeans
and a blue gray long sleeve shirt. He had an average face and build. He
stood there with a look of mock interest eyeing the package mistrusting.
"And why would you give me of all people the 'Ultimate Video Game
experience'? Free no doubt."
"Well," the cloaked man started. "We need some Beta testers for our new
game. People with considerable gaming expertise."
He pointed out. "People with a lot of free time on their hands. People
like you," he said while pointing a finger at him.
The man standing before Chris was an odd sort wearing a trench coat over
a windbreaker and hood which managed to all but completely make his
facial features indistinguishable though his voice clearly seemed aged.
The man had dark brown boots and something strapped to his back that
Chris couldn't quite make out. The boy winced slightly. Just how had he
ended up in this situation?
He remembered drifting on the internet browsing at everything.... and
nothing at the same time. That's what happened often if he couldn't find
a good fanfic to read. The ones that were good usually ended up never
finished which was a shame simply because it was such a good story. The
ones that were finished he tended to avoid, because he didn't like the
fact that the story came to an end at all. (Kinda weird but work with me
alright?) He wasn't even sure what he was looking at before a strange ad
popped up on his screen. He would have simply clicked out of it but
something almost seemed to call to him. He didn't know what but something
about the ad seemed different from all the others. So he clicked on to
it.
And long story short....
"So what is it?" Chris asked referring to the box.
"The ultimate gaming experience. I told you," the man explained it to him
as if he were a child. Or an idiot. Which ever came first.
"I already know that! I mean the game itself!"
The trench coat man sighed. "I'm not allowed to get into that," he
stated. "Top secret stuff you know. If E3 even knew about half this stuff
everyone would go crazy, lawsuits would fly, the entire thing would be a
mess so we're trying to be as low key about it as possible. The term
'Underground Success' is one we don't use lightly."
"Eh?"
"It's a great way to throw off our competitors, what with the X-Box 360
out and the other next gen systems a short time away. At the moment, my
associates have deemed it 'unsafe' to come out of the closet so to
speak."
Chris arched quite an eyebrow at that. A new game he could deal with but
something with the ability to blow Microsoft, Sony, and Nintendo out of
the water much less compete with them was something.... Well...
Impossible.
It was laughable and so he did.
Laughter they say is the best medicine. If that's the case, then this
incident would make poor example. "That's incredible!" Chris bellowed.
"The ultimate gaming experience..." the boy continued to laugh. "The
ultimate game..." He laughed harder. "That's really something," he joked.
"Joke all you like," the trench coat man grimaced. "What you hold in your
hands is the real deal. People have put their blood, sweat, and tears
into this project. Their heart and souls went into it. You have no right
to judge!"
"I'm...." Chris fought to stop laughing. "Sorry... It just seems
(chuckle) so unlikely that you have any shot at the big leagues at all."
"Riiiight...Well anyway. Enjoy the product." The man turned to leave the
alleyway before he remembered something.
"Oh yeah. Don't open that box until you get home. Can't have any
unsuspecting eyes seeing something they're not supposed to."
And the trench coat man turned to leave once again.
When the footsteps began to sound lighter Chris looked at the box in his
hands. He didn't actually know why he accepted it.
True he was a gamer. True he had a lot of time on his hands. True he was
at least a little interested as to what the heck was inside the box. He
stared at if briefly trying to find the answer to a question that was
never asked.
"Hey what's your...." Chris looked up but by the time he did so, the
trench coat man was already gone leaving the boy in the middle of an
empty alleyway as he did so. He quickly ran out to the street corner
questions working his way into his mind.
This was important. Such a task wasn't all that easy either since the box
weighed a ton. He quickly turned the corner but the man wasn't there. He
might have been but there wasn't any way to tell with all the people on
the street at the time. It was rush hour after all.
Chris sighed. "Why do I even bother?"
(Chris's House)
A few bangs on the door. The occasional swear word. The jingle of keys
and the door was open. And an almost exhausted Chris ends up stumbling
through the door with that same heavy package held limply in his arms.
Mustering his last bit of strength, the short blond hair boy managed one
last final heave to place the package onto the nearby couch.
However he was less then graceful about it accidentally knocking over a
glass vase full of flowers his mom bought earlier.
Cursing (though thankful that he didn't break the vase) Chris bent to
pick it up along with the flowers. Water was all over the small coffee
table and carpet. Not a big deal but pretty annoying.
"Hello?" Chris called out wondering if his parents or his brother and
sisters were home.
When no one answered he simply shrugged and went for a roll of paper
towels. After that was all taken care of, he looked at the clock. 6:42pm.
'Just what exactly have I been doing all this time!?'
Chris sat there to brood for a moment.
He was talking to strangers. Absolute strangers.
He chuckled lightly.
"If I was four years younger mom would kill me. Then again, she'd kill me
thanks to all that spyware I've officially fed my computer. Whatever,
I'll save that for another bad day."
There where more pressing problems. Like, what the hell is in that box?
Chris stared at the heavy box his hands sweaty with anticipation
(actually it was only the spilled water on the rug).
Grabbing the box cutter from his pocket and bringing out the blade, he
went to cut the tape.....
And the phone rings...
Grumbling something about inopportune moments Chris got up to grab the
phone.
"Hello?"
(Don't open that box!)
That was enough to make the boy stumble. A voice as quiet as the wind and
as loud as thunder. For a moment, time stood still.
"Huh?"
(-It's a pandora's box! If you open it yo-)
An abrupt silence.
"Hello?...... Hello!?"
He waited a few more minutes in hopes of a response....nothing. The
phone's dead.
For a minute Chris just stood there in silence. "Creepy... it sounding
like a female's voice but..."
The knot in his stomach subsided a bit and his breathing returned to
normal.
Hanging up the phone, the boy found his shaky confidence returning. "I
really got to stop the late night fanfics. I'm all edgy."
Shrugging off the late night encounter, he took his box cutter and went
towards the box again.
(Not here.)
The thought seem to come from nowhere. A secretive, deceitful thought.
('It's not like I have anything to hide.....')
He stared at the box once more. And that guilty thought returned.
Grumbling he took the box up the stairs (heavy... ugh) and set it upon
his bed.
"Now! No more interruptions."
Taking the box cutter in his hand, he slowly cut through the tape holding
the box lid together. A clean cut he mused.
Opening the lid in anticipation, he held his breath but let it go as soon
as he saw what was in it.
A large black back pack that seemed to be almost bursting at the seems.
He just stood there staring for a moment. The moment stretched on and
then finally....
"Son of a-"
-------------(10 minutes later)----------------
After quite a few bouts of cursing, Chris managed to finally return to
his room staring at the backpack with distain.
(A backpack..... cute, real cute. If I knew it was in a backpack it would
have been so much easier to carry the thing.)
Looking down at the thing, it seemed almost anxious. How a backpack could
be anxious seemed to be beyond him. The backpack itself seemed to be
quite large. Larger then the box it was previously. Another mystery that
he'd have to check up on later. There were many smaller compartments,
each with it's own zipper. Each with it's own anxious feeling.
(I think I'm gonna see a shrink after this')
He opened the first zipper and dug a hand through the contents. What he
was expecting was some sort of hardware and wiring.
What he felt was something completely different. Unworldly soft fabric of
sorts that seemed to be warm to the touch. Pulling said item out revealed
a pure white bra and panties.
Chris nearly did a double take as his cheeks turned a deep shade of
crimson. What was to be said? As far as moral code went, Chris had a
thing against pornography. Well... at the very least, he wasn't past
feeling guilty about it and inspite of the fact that he wasn't seeing
anyone, even holding the lingerie had made him shudder half in disgust
and half in intrigue and embarrassment.
"This..." he stuttered dropping the bra and panties onto the bed. "This
isn't exactly what I expected."
Discarding the thought, he returned to the backpack and grabbed the next
item out.
This time it was a white sleeveless top cut off at the midriff. The top
was made of a light, almost see-through material with a low neck line.
Looking at the garment a little more closely, it definitely would not fit
Chris at all. But that was if he had any intention of wearing it at all.
It was obviously meant for a female.
"What the heck kind of package is this!?"
He threw the top on the bed and pulled out the next item which turned out
to be a tight black short skirt, and Chris turned a shade of crimson once
more.
"Uhh..."
The short skirt was made of a material that Chris couldn't identify and
had two leather straps attached to a black leather belt with two separate
two-pronged iron buckles. Shoulder straps he finally concluded.
"Where's the game?"
After tossing the skirt onto the bed, he dug into the bag once again.
This was quite a bit heavier then the other items.
Chris pulled out a pair of weighted light reddish brown shoes with sole's
that would have been found on a grown mans pair of boots.
"Huh?"
The tips of the shoes themselves seemed to be weighed down by a pair of
steel weights that were sown right into the shoes themselves giving them
a much more intimidating look then normal. A pair of modified hikers
shoes then. The socks were quickly found right afterwards inside the
shoes.
"Odd.... Real odd."
The next item was something almost as heavy as the weighted boots. A pair
of long dark sleeves attached to weighted reddish brown fighters gloves.
The black sleeves were form fitting and from what Chris could tell, could
reach from the wrist to well past the elbows of a full grown woman though
he was sure they could stretch longer if need be. How he could tell that
just by looking at the garment was beyond him. A gnawing sensation began
to fill Chris 's head. Something was calling to him... but he quickly
shrugged it off. The gloves themselves were fingerless, almost bulky
things though that was due to the metal weights imbedded into them. Two
grooves were imbedded within the simple red and white pattern. The boy
wasn't positive as to what they were.
"This... seems kinda familiar. What now?"
Chris then went to pull out something, and frowned at the fact that it
turned out to be much longer then what he expected.
His eyes widened when he figured out what this article was.
A wig.
The wig itself felt almost alive with shiny dark brown hair that seemed
to reach impossible lengths. Near the end of it was a bracelet like hair
clip that made the last few inches of hair split off into a dolphin tail.
Chris studied the wig much longer then any other piece.
(Women's clothing is one thing but a wig too? These aren't normal
clothes, that's for sure.)
Gears in his head began to turn. Pieces of a puzzle falling into place.
Chris pulled out the next piece. This wasn't a garment at all. It was
something.... metallic and small. Pulling out his hand and opening it
revealed several sets of silver loop earrings.
(This.... This is a costume.)
After staring at every article of clothing he had seen so far, he was
sure who ever it was that wore this, it was familiar.
The long dark brown hair. The fighters gloves. The short skirt, and
curves in all the right places as well as a chest that would make most
men drop their jaws had this person been alive in real life. There was a
videogame that he had played a long time ago that had such a character. A
game that still held a good place in many peoples hearts.
(Tifa.)
Final Fantasy 7's Tifa Lockheart. Cloud's child hood friend that could
have been much more if not for Aeris. Without a doubt perhaps one of the
most beautiful FF girls in any FF game. A definite icon in the Square
Enix franchise and a sex symbol for the much more darker hentai sites.
Chris quickly found himself at a loss.
"What kind of nutcase gives me a Tifa costume!?"
He stood back to analyze the outfit even more. Though he was no expert,
it clearly looked authentic. It would have been the perfect cosplay
costume for a girl. Just, what was it doing here?
As he was staring at the outfit, he failed to notice a faint light
emitting from the backpack. He didn't notice anything at all until the
lights began to flicker.
"Huh?"
At first erratic, the fluctuations continued to become more rapid until
suddenly they just shut off completely.
"What the heck?"
Under any other circumstance, a power surge would have left the entire
house in the dark. Especially at night but there was definitely light in
the room. Suddenly the knots in Chris's stomach returned even stronger
then before in the realization that something unnatural was occurring in
his room. The light from the backpack began to become more obvious until
the boy couldn't avoid it any longer. He turned to witness something he
had never seen before. It was a floating ball of ghostly blue light
circling above the backpack as if it were observing him.
Chris was too stunned to say anything except the occasional "Uuhh....
uhhh...uhhh."
They both seemed to stare at eachother for no one knew how long. Then the
ghostly light flew around circling Chris in an almost amused fashion. The
boy didn't know what to make of it. Suddenly the ghostly ball of light
backed away slowly for a moment...... and shot right for Chris !
Too stunned and too slow, the ball of light hit Chris like a stab through
the heart. Pain shot through his body rattling him until he fell forward
screaming in agony. The light spread and began to envelope him. First in
pain, then in cold, then in warmth. And then nothing. Chris winced,
finding himself shivering though not really cold.
"I...." He stuttered, trying to stand up once again. Whatever that was,
it sapped away all the strength he could possibly muster. It took a
moment or two, but when he finally found the strength to stand, the knots
in his stomach returned with a vengeance.
(Ghostly light equals bad. VERY BAD.)
He looked down at himself. He didn't seem to look or feel very different.
Maybe it was simply a trick of the mind?
(-Stop deluding yourself. You know what happened is real-)
Chris stopped dead in his tracks again. That definitely was not his
voice. Or his thought. He would have been even more freaked out but then
something else immediately happened. A brief sharp pain hit both Chris's
ears. Through pain and impulse his hands went up to his ears to rub at
the pain, only to feel something cold and metallic pierced through the
lobe.
(The earrings!) His mind screamed at him in alarm.
He didn't even have time to react as one of the long sleeve gloves raced
towards him and began to engulf his left arm. The skin tight material
raced up his arm like a snake. He went to pull it off but it was no use.
An invisible force pulled the glove to his arm and wouldn't be denied.
Not even with his own body. Before he even knew it, the glove had set
itself, the fingers poking through and the sleeves setting itself in as
comfortable a position for Chris as possible.
"What the hell is going on!?"
A faint blue light had passed through the room swallowing everything in
it's eerie glow. Chris didn't even realize that his shirt and pants had
dissolved, to be replaced with the panties that had magically appeared on
him. His old underwear was thrown haphazardly at the corner of the room.
Then he noticed the second glove begin to make it's move and attempted to
fight it away, but his already gloved arm wouldn't respond so he used his
free hand. Then his old socks and shoes dissolved causing him to be
distracted enough for the second long sleeve glove to fit on his arm and
start to slide up. He tried to fight it but without his other arm it was
useless. When it slid on and fitted appropriately, both gloves began to
glow bright blue.
"What now!?" Chris cried out almost pleading.
With no power to fight back the gloves began to magically lift the boy up
several feet off the air with his arms raised over his head. Instantly,
the bra that was still on the bed began to float slowly towards him.
"Oh no no no no NO!"
However kicking and flailing had no power to stop the wicked lingerie.
The lacy white silk bra had no trouble at all wrapping itself around the
boys chest and over his shoulders. The cups, as large as they were then
adjusted itself and in a snap there he was in a bra and panties. The
frosty warmth that Chris experienced earlier had instantly returned
freezing the boy in place with his teeth clenched hard. The short cut top
was the next article to find itself around the boy. He couldn't figure
out how in the world it fit him PERFECTLY or why any of this was
happening to him. This was a nightmare to end all nightmares. The white
sleeveless top only managed to cover the bra on the boys chest and not
much else. But it was softer then he ever imagined it could be though he
was sure that was more due to the magic going on in the room. The frozen
warmth feeling intensified and Chris fought not to scream out though
that's exactly what he wanted to do. The black miniskirt with the belt
and shoulder straps was the next thing to ride up the boy's legs. This
time however it decided to take it's sweet time in doing so. A second an
inch or so.
The longer it took the more disturbing it felt but Chris was helpless to
fight it. He had no control over his own body.
Once the magic deemed the skirt to be on high enough, the straps
instantly went to work climbing up from the thighs and over the arms then
crossing over to meet behind the other leg. Chris couldn't help but think
how ridiculous he had to look right then and there. He was afraid to look
down. He was afraid of what he would probably see. The draft riding up
his legs didn't help in the least. Then the socks and boots found in the
backpack found themselves on his feet the laces being tied immediately.
At first they felt tight as could be but they almost instantly adjusted
itself into a comfortable size.
There was still one piece left of the costume that was still not in it's
proper place. Chris's eyes focused on that one item fearing what was
coming next. That wig. One hundred pounds of knee length dark brown hair.
('With the dolphin tail'). A bit of an exaggeration but Chris sure as
hell did NOT want that on his head. Regardless of what he wanted, he was
quite sure that wig wasn't going to listen. And he'd be right as the wig
floated over to him quite causally. The gloves parted so now the arms
rested at a T shape. Time slowed down painfully for Chris as that wig
descended as slowly as it possibly could.
He could feel the hairs slide down his back and inside his shirt. He
could see huge locks of it fall down past his shoulders to rest on the
white shirt top. More locks fell across his face obscuring his vision.
Once the wig found it's place on his head he felt at least thirty pounds
heavier. Immediately he was released from whatever magical grip he found
himself trapped in and fell to the floor in a pitiful heep.
When he found that he could move again he shot up from the ground and
grabbed and pulled at everything in an attempt to get it off. He started
with the gloves. He tugged as hard as he could but the gloves wouldn't
budge at all quite content on staying on his arms. Giving up briefly he
tried removing the skirt and panties but the straps refused to yield and
the skirt wouldn't tear. The panties also remained where they were,
hugging his crotch for dear life. Getting frustrated and panicked he
tried to rip the shirt top off since the bra was unreachable. Try as he
might, the white shirt wouldn't come off either.
"Get off of me! GET OFF!"
Last but not least he pulled at the long hair. Twisted it. Turned it. No
matter what he tried it wouldn't come off. Then the blue light returned
and everything felt like it was burning.
His entire body, Chris felt like he was melting. The pain was too much.
He felt his knee's buckle and he fell to the floor once more
consciousness threatening to leave him.
He invited the darkness with open arms.
Chris's POV
The inky blackness called from every corner. Every recess of my mind. The
pain was there but it felt so much farther away.
What the heck happened? I don't remember much. It felt more like a dream
then anything else. A very strange dream.
I cringe as a bright light flashes before my eyes and the next thing I
know.
"Yeaaaaaaaaaahh!!!!"
I barely have time to reel in surprise as a blindingly fast punch just
barely misses my face.
"What now!?"
I received no answer as a kick just as fast is sent careening at my head.
I duck just in time for it to knick my shoulder blade. And that little
knick has me biting back a curse from the pain it caused. It might not
have hit me full force but the sheer power of the kick had been
staggering. I leap back as another fist hits the tiled floor and smashes
it into pieces.
With a little more distance I was able to note my surroundings a bit
better. I could honestly say that I've never been here before. White and
gray tiles with rune like inscriptions were paved as far as the eye could
see. Except for the destroyed tiles in front of me the only other thing
to catch my eyes were...
Pain erupted from my nose where my opponents fist had landed. The force
alone sent me bouncing along the tiles. I wasn't sure when I actually
stopped. The only thing I was pretty sure of was that I had a broken
nose.
"Sloppy. If you want to have any hope of defeating me at all you have to
keep your guard up!"
That last hit left me quite a bit dizzy. When my vision had finally
cleared, I dared to take a glimpse of my opponent. Long dark hair framed
her delicate face. Her body had the shapely curves of a goddess and an
ample chest that was very pleasing to the eye. Along with legs that
reached up for an eternity, she was definitely a beauty to behold. If it
weren't for the fact that she wasn't supposed to exist I would've
probably been all over her in seconds flat. That and the fact that she
could kick my ass the world over didn't help things.
Tifa Lockheart's gaze caught my own. A gaze of fire and steel but not
without a hint of gentleness and understanding.
"You and I," she continued, "will have to get to know each other better.
It's the only way we're gonna be able to accomplish the task we've been
given."
She winced slightly. "When you wake up, try not to scream okay?"
(---)
My eyes opened wearily. The confusion was as thick as mist and I found
myself being lost within it. Had it all been a dream? Had it all been one
terrible best left forgotten nightmare? Everything seemed to feel
strange. It all..... felt wrong.
(Of course it never happened! That sort of stuff happens in stories. Not
real life!)
I smiled at the speck of common sense. Looking up, I must have fallen to
the ground while sleeping on the bed. I don't usually twist and turn that
bad but it would be understandable. My dreams and fantasies as of late
have been taking a rather, unexpected turn.
Though when I began to sat up I was beginning to have second thoughts. I
didn't expect to feel so much weight on my chest let alone any at all. I
had to close my eyes as the blood rushed back from my head to my toes and
subconsciously brushed away a strand of hair that had been tickling my
neck.
Wait a minute. Long hair? Fear crept up from my stomach again as I stole
a quick glance down. I didn't like what I saw. I quickly shot up from the
floor but almost fell over as I lost my balance. The sudden jump sent my
chest bouncing in directions that I didn't want to think about.
"No..." I choked out.
My vision was obscured by locks of silky dark brown hair that went down
as far as past my now voluptuous chest.
"This can't be happening..." I cried out with a soft soprano voice.
I made a mad dash for the bathroom in hopes of finding a mirror. My
balance was still off considerably though I managed to keep from falling.
I burst in nearly knocking the door off it's hinges with my new inherit
strength. A large mirror was placed right on the bathroom closet door.
What I saw inside almost made my.... her jaw drop.
My eyes were once blue-gray. Now they were larger and a deep blood red.
My.... her cheek bones were raised and I now had a cute little nose. Long
dark brown hair cascaded well past the knee's restrained only by a
bracelet like hair clip as the end split off into the dolphin tail that I
was quickly becoming acquainted with. The hairstyle actually accentuated
all the curves that I now possessed. A small white sleeveless shirt top
barely restrained mammoth like breasts and left her... my midriff
exposed. A short black miniskirt was all that kept me from seeing the
panties underneath though I doubted I'd have any trouble seeing them
anyway. There was a belt holding it up as well as two straps with iron
buckles that crisscrossed in the back. My new slim but well toned arms
now had Tifa's fighter gloves on. The sleeves extended a little past the
elbows.
My.... her body had a perfect hourglass figure with long well toned
thighs that were clearly sun tanned. They were legs that a goddess much
less an athlete would envy.
For over an hour I stared at the beautiful creature in the mirror both in
awe and horror hoping to find some semblance of Chris, the man I was but
could not find. Everything about this body screamed girl.
"I'm a boy!" I cried out. "I'm not you!" pointing to the mirror my eyes
threatening to unleash tears. I let them.
I'm not you!" I screamed.
"I'm Chris..."
"My name... is Chris..." I choked out once again my eyes down cast only
to find myself staring at my chest again. It bounced with the slightest
effort which fed my frustration even more.
I don't know what happened then but I just fell apart sobbing. I couldn't
be a girl.... It wasn't right! It wasn't fair.
A boy stared at the mirror infront of him.....
The face of Tifa Lockheart stared back.
(The ultimate gaming experience....)
Anger rose within me unrestrained as I smashed the mirror. It's last
reflection that of a video game character.
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