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Finding the inner goddess tg. (Disclaimer: this story contains male-to-female tf, some heavy sexual themes and graphic descriptions of genitalia. Don't read if this offends you.) "You should've seen her. She had great tits, and an ass to match. You listening?" a voice cut through the crowded din of the bar. "Huh?" Rick almost coughed up the beer he'd been drinking as he turned to the workmate who'd broken his concentration. "Linda. The girl Thomas was out with last night." "Yeah?" Rick feigned interest. "How'd it go?" "Great." His mate, Sam, smiled in a perverted way. "They're thinking of a second date." "Oh, right." Rick went back to his beer whilst Sam began going through a list of other girls he'd dated. Not that Rick listened anyway. He only agreed to his friend's request to get a drink because it was a Friday and he had a tiring week of sorting out files and computer problems as the I.T guy. He just didn't expect the night out to become a constant reminder on how everyone but himself was having sex. Rick gave self-conscious glance at the small gut that was poking through his shirt. He couldn't help but compare it to Sam's flat stomach. 'He must have a six-pack' He thought. Sam did look like the kind who went to a gym every once in a while, and even Rick had to admit his comrade was ruggedly handsome. Women probably cared more about that instead of the sleazy way Sam would describe their vital statistics. "I got to go." Rick downed his beer, disgusted at how unfair life was. "Really?" Sam raised an eyebrow. "But you only had one." Rick slammed his glass down on the counter. "I got plans tonight." "Alright." Sam nodded, drinking from his own glass. "Take care." "Cya." Rick didn't even bother to raise his voice as he left the noisiness of the bar. The moment he stepped out however, he immediately regretted leaving. Being after 6pm, most of the stores were closing and there weren't as many people around. As a result, Rick felt alone, cold, and not drunk enough to cope with it. On the other hand, going back inside and potentially catching Sam making out with some woman (who probably rejected Rick last week), was not a fun alternative. Accepting his fate, he shuffled down the few blocks to his car when a voice called out. "You're looking lonely." He turned to a store which he always passed but never bothered to go inside. For as long as he knew its existence it had sold nothing but new age products, seeing as there were always tarot cards, candles and crystals at the display window. What caught his attention was the young woman cleaning the window, which in bright purple letters said "Items for the Soul." Her dark, wavy hair was tied up in a ponytail, and she was standing on a stepladder as she struggled to stretch her slight body across the window. Her green eyes gleamed amongst the glow of the streetlights, her face punctuated by a small discoloured blotch of skin on her cheek. Rick looked around to make sure she wasn't talking to someone else. "Me?" "There's no one else here." She stepped off from the stepladder. "Forgive me for putting you on the spot. I just felt a depressed aura coming from your being." Rick laughed. "Sorry, but I don't believe in this kind of stuff." "I figured that." She dusted her hands against the purple apron which had the store's logo on it. "But my intuition is never wrong." Rick scratched the back of his curly hair. "Yeah. What do you think is wrong with me?" The woman laughed. "Just because I can feel your aura doesn't mean I know everything about you. Sometimes I do wish I had that ability, but I think it's more fun figuring it out." "I see." Rick sighed. "I'm Rick if it helps." "Danielle." She smiled, shaking his hand suddenly. "I run the shop." "You're not trying to sell me something?" Rick warily joked. "Not really." She laughed. "I'm just someone who's very sensitive to auras and wants to help yours in some way." "How?" "We can discuss it over coffee," she suggested. "I mean, if that's alright. I don't mean to be a burden." Rick was taken aback by the comment. In all his time trying to chat up girls, he'd never seen one take a genuine interest in his problems (not that his relationships ever got to that phase anyway). He always figured it was his looks, or that he was too boring for anyone to hang around. Surely he had heard Danielle wrong, or that maybe she was humouring him for some sick thrill. "You sure?" he asked wearily. "I'm not going to bore you, am I?" "It's fine." She smiled. "You may not agree, but I think everyone has an interesting story." Quickly, any doubts he had about Danielle were melting away. Having been used to knowing when someone was faking interest, he could hint no malice or sarcasm in her tone. His heart racing, Rick realised an opportunity was right before him. "O-ok! Sure!" "Alright!" Danielle clapped her hands, making her way to the store door. "Follow me." "In there?" She stopped at the door, turning to Rick. "It's my home too." * Through the store filled with weird crystals and dreamcatchers, Rick was lead to a flight of stairs, which creaked as he climbed on them. He eventually got to the top to find a small, but humble little room with a table and a small bed close to the window. Everything else was filled with books and clothes strewn all over the furniture. The word 'Bohemian' came to mind. "Sit down." Danielle switched on an electric kettle that was filled with water. Soon it boiled with a hiss and she poured its contents into some cups. She then sat opposite to him, handing him a coffee, offering him to drink. Rick did it out of obligation, but was amazed by the rich flavour of the coffee. It was nutty, but not overly sweet or bitter and seemed to have a new flavour each time he took a sip. "Now," Danielle offered her hand, "give me one of your arms." "What for?" Rick put down his cup. "To know your problem, I need you to be truthful as possible. To make sure of that, I will read your pulse." Rick gulped. He didn't think she would be this thorough. "Alright?" "I don't mean to make you nervous. I just want to help, but you need to cooperate too." Rick nodded, reluctantly placing his arm onto the table. Danielle gently put her index and middle fingers onto his wrist. The blood pulsing underneath her touch made him nauseous. "Good." Her voice was warm and gentle. "Whenever you're ready." Rick gave a cough, the silence closing in around him. He glanced at Danielle to find her lips were curved into a kind smile. Suddenly, he could feel the tension ease away, as if the smile was inviting him to let out his his frustrations. Finally he spoke. "To be frank, I just can't get a girl to like me." "How come?" Danielle nodded knowingly. "As you can see, I'm not exactly Ryan Gosling," Rick lamented. "To be fair, masculinity comes in all shapes and sizes," Danielle answered. "What's considered attractive is different in each culture." "I-I know. But there are some girls who seem to be having a good time with me, but then they never call back." "I see," she hummed. "What do you do?" "Just typical office work really. I do I.T. I fix computers, check for viruses, that sort of thing." Danielle's next question was sharp and quick. "Hobbies and interests?" "I do like movies. Especially the action kind. I like to watch the football. I used to play it in high school but was never any good. And that's just about it." A terse cough broke his concentration. "What did I say about being honest?" "I was!" Rick cried, only to feel her fingers pressing harder into his wrists. Trying to think of something to get her to stop, he quickly added, "Alright. I like to cook." "Ahem?" Rick seemed to be surprised at how much she'd seen through his bluff. But there was only one other thing and he was ashamed to admit to it. However, he couldn't just leave Danielle hanging and it wasn't like any of his friends knew her anyway. "Alright, I do crafts." The pressure on his wrists subsided. "What kind?" He gulped. "Homemade jewellery, hair decorations. That sort of thing. My mum has this market stall on Sunday's and I like to help her out." Danielle's lips curved into an enlightened smile. "Tell me more." He was amazed by such a casual tone. "Y-you don't think it's weird?" "I think it's good for a man to get in touch with his feminine side." He sheepishly looked away. "Yeah, but women don't appreciate it." Danielle's thumbs were making circular motions around his wrists. "You'd be surprised how many do." A rush of appreciation went through Rick. "Thanks." "So, why do you do it?" Taking a breath he answered, "It's something I've liked doing since high school. I was always so fascinated by the articles in my Mum's magazines that I decided to try it out. I find it really calming and it gives me a sense of achievement whenever I have a rough day." Danielle gave a hum. "See, it wasn't so hard. I think that's a noble reason to do it. Every individual has their hobbies and it makes up part of their identity." Rick sighed in relief, a sense of smugness coming over him. Then: "However, I feel you're leaving something out. A secret you're afraid to tell me." Rick froze, stunned that Danielle had somehow gone on such a tangent. The worst part was that she was right. "I don't know-" "Rick, what did I say?" Danielle's tone was like the heat from the sun. Rick gulped. It was his secret and he was afraid of what she would think. However, he did promise to be honest and he didn't want to lose her respect. Just as he was about to spit it out however, Danielle pulled back. "Sorry, I see I'm prying too much. My apologies." Rick sighed in relief. "Thanks. I-I know you'd laugh if I told you." "Not at all." Danielle got out of her chair, stretching with the finesse of a cat. "In fact, you not answering actually told me all I needed to know." Rick stared at her dumbfounded. "R-really!?" Danielle waltzed to the stairs. "Follow me." She beckoned with a finger. Rick followed her down, unsure where this conversation was going. He soon found himself back in the main store, surrounded by the chakra charts and mood rings. Danielle reached towards one shelf behind the counter and put something in a paper bag. "What are you doing?" "It seems the problem is that you are lacking confidence in yourself." She explained. "I know what's inside this bag is going look really simplistic to you but please, try to keep an open mind. As long as you follow the instructions inside, I guarantee your problems will be solved." "R-really? I thought you said you weren't sell-" "Selling anything?" Danielle scoffed, shoving the bag onto his chest. "Do I look on duty to you?" Rick found he couldn't exactly answer the question definitively. "Well, maybe?" She laughed. "Relax, this is for free, so don't think of this as a purchase. Think of this as a gift from me to you. Just be sure to come back to me when you use it, ok?" "R-really?" Rick was amazed as he was guided to the door. He'd been heartbroken before and he wasn't sure if this was just an excuse to get rid of him. "Honest?" "As honest as I'll ever be." Danielle smiled, opening the door. "I promise I won't run away. I don't think you have cooties or anything. That and my business would sink if I left." "Heh. I see." Rick laughed. "S-see you around then." Danielle nodded, closing the door. "Remember, keep an open mind." Before Rick knew it, he was outside and the light from the store had dimmed. As he turned to his car however, a sickening feeling crept into his stomach: he'd forgotten to ask for her phone number! Again, he was alone. * Rick returned home, the buzz of his recent coffee wafting from his mouth as he trudged into the house. As always, the cold, lonely air of a dark corridor greeted him. Sighing, he stepped into the dark living room and switched on a light. Then he put down the strange package on the table and took out its contents. It was a nondescript box, just smaller than a shoebox. There was a label in a mystic looking font that said "Inner Goddess summoning kit." Rick couldn't help but roll his eyes. It was so silly that he couldn't help but think he'd been set up. Yet if he had been scammed, then why had he been given the box for free? And Danielle did invite him back to her shop, even if she didn't give him her number. That didn't seem like someone who wanted to get rid of him. However, the box only raised more questions: why did he need to summon a Goddess? What did it mean by 'Inner Goddess'? Was this Goddess going to be his girlfriend? There was only one way to find out. Finding a box cutter, he ripped the lid open. However, when he peaked inside, he couldn't help but feel deflated. The content inside was as nondescript as the box. There was a large, rose-coloured crystal which felt quite light despite its size. The next item unnerved him a little bit: it appeared to be some sort of strange marking printed onto paper. It reminded him of a pentagram, but he could hardly understand the markings. Next was another piece of paper, which were obviously instructions. Studying them, he read the introduction: "Not feeling confident with yourself? Wanting that special someone to catch your eye? Maybe this is because you have not been listening to your Inner Goddess! This kit will help summon her, and improve the beautiful aspects of yourself that lay dormant in you!" He couldn't help but imagine a cheesy announcer saying that spiel. He didn't really see how the bare items inside would do such a thing. He kept reading. "WHAT IS AN INNER GODDESS? An Inner Goddess is basically the inner you who lays dormant inside of your soul. She instructs you on what being a woman is all about and helps improve the parts that are holding back your true beauty. If you listen to her, your life will be greatly improved!" He again scoffed as he continued to read. He was a little confused why there would be a goddess living inside of him, and how she would improve him. Would she give him a makeover? "If only." He sighed, as he turned to the instructions and read them carefully. He placed the strange pentagram in the middle of the floor, then put the crystal on top. He made sure there were no distractions, turning off his phone and shutting the curtains. Then he looked over the second-last instruction: Get something that will appeal to your Inner Goddess. She will be summoned by something feminine that both you and her will like, whether it's clothing, jewellery or something else that appeals to you. He read it again. Something that appeals to both him and her? His heart started to race and he wondered if Danielle had figured out his secret. More importantly he knew exactly the perfect thing he could use. He entered his private study room where he made his special crafts. It was the one room where he truly felt comfortable being himself without needing to hide anything from his co-workers. Inside were tons of ribbons, fabrics and sequins across the floor. Amongst the desk was a batch of mock-flower hair decorations that he had made all week and was preparing to hand over to his mother for her stall. He picked out a broach with fuchsia coloured petals and green gems on the inside which appealed to him. He liked the two colours (especially as green was his eye colour) and figured if the Goddess was a part of himself, she might like the colours too. Placing the garment before the crystal, he looked over the last instruction. He sat before the crystal and took a deep breath. He clasped his hands in prayer and said. "Goddess, I am here." Suddenly, "It's about time." Rick's eyes shot open but there was no one else around. That clearly had been a woman's voice, but he wasn't sure where it was coming from. It was then he noticed the crystal was flashing a light at him, as if it was a lighthouse beacon. He stared at it, wondering if it was just some cheap trick. "Stand back." The voice spoke loud and clear as if it was in the same room as him. "I'm going to need room." "Al-alright!" Rick couldn't believe he was agreeing to a disembodied voice as he followed its instructions. Just as he did however, a light from the crystal hit him in the chest. He yelped in surprise only to realise the light wasn't hurting him. If anything, it felt more like it was guiding its way into his body, before grabbing something. Then, in an instant, he could feel something being pulled out of him. Before he could comprehend, a smaller, human-like shape was suddenly standing before him. The shape stood before him in the effervescent glow. Rick couldn't help but gawk in disbelief as the figure's glow started to dissipate. More and more details came into focus. Long, dark hair flowed from its head and dangled amongst its shoulders. Bold, flowing curves were highlighted by lightly tanned skin. Finally, a beautiful face shone back, complete with emerald coloured eyes and a thankful smile. "Oh man!" she stretched. "It was so stuffy in there! I thought I'd never come out!" Rick couldn't even retort to what he felt was an insult however, for the woman before him was naked. The woman then noticed the hair clip on the floor and picked it up. She looked at it curiously. "Hmmm, I was hoping for panties, but this will do." She placed it in her hair, making her look like some sort of exotic island girl. "Do I look good in this?" Rick was more distracted looking at her stunning figure. She was the perfect blend of slender and curvy. Her face was already pleasant to look at, but there was also her breasts, which hung on her chest as two full, but pert mounds. Her small waist effortlessly flowed into a round pair of hips without looking distorted or over-exaggerated. To complete the look, she also had a toned pair of legs which only accentuated her fertile nature. It was a little wonder that his eventual reply was a delayed. "Ugh, yeah." Noticing his sheepish expression, the Goddess cocked her hip with no shame whatsoever. "Like what you see, Hun?" Rick suddenly gulped and turned around. "Sorry! I-I didn't mean to stare! I-I didn't know you'd be, well, naked!" A sweet laugh rang behind him, followed by gentle footsteps. "Relax, I don't mind." He turned around slightly. "Y-you don't?" A gentle hand suddenly touched his left shoulder. "Hun, if anything, I'm flattered." Her voice oozed a sort of sexuality that effortlessly flowed from her lips. "You are?" He found the courage to face her, but as her head only reached his eyes, he made sure his eyes didn't wonder too low. She laughed with careless ease. "Of course." She was suddenly very close to his face, allowing Rick to feel the warmth radiating off of her skin. "Now let me ask the question again: Do you like what you see?" "Yeah," a flustered squeak left his lips. Never had he seen someone so beautiful and he felt unworthy just by being in the same space as her. He just had to keep reminding himself that she couldn't just be here for sex. "A-are you here to h-help?" He gulped. She nodded, her slender hand cupping his jaw. "Of course. You think a goddess wouldn't help you?" "M-maybe?" The Goddess's face softened, her lips dipping to a gentle frown. "Rick, it's alright. Your days of loneliness are over. If you've called me out, then that means I will help." Rick was left immobile by her kind words. "Really?" The Goddess' lips smirked again. "Let me show you what you've been missing out on." Suddenly Rick could feel soft lips touching his own. Her lips were not too plump but were soft enough to lightly touch his own. His eyes widened. Never had a beautiful woman tried to touch him, let alone kiss him. Now one was doing so in front of him, naked! It took all of his willpower to prevent his arms from touching any of her, fearing he might ruin the moment. As he stood there helplessly, he could feel a heat rising along his mouth. It wasn't a burning heat, but rather a soothing one that radiated under the skin. It started to spread along his jaw, a strange tingling rushing along his cheeks. He wondered if that was just a normal phenomenon whenever two people kissed, and if the Goddess was feeling the same. Finally, after what seemed like a while, she pulled away. "How was that?" Rick finally moved his hand up to touch his lips, as if already craving the touch she left behind. To his surprise however, his lips felt softer than he was expecting. "G-good, I guess?" Suddenly, his hand felt a smooth patch of skin along his cheek. This would normally not be odd, but he knew he hadn't had time to shave that morning. He traced the area more, expecting to feel some of his stubble at some point, only to keep feeling smooth skin. He soon touched his other cheek and felt the same. As a creeping sense of wrongness swelled inside of him, the woman caressed his cheek with her hand. "Feels good doesn't it?" she softly spoke. Rick was tempted to nod, but resisted. "S-sorry, I need to check something." He pushed himself away, and hurriedly ran to the bathroom. The alien tingle was still present on his face by the time he flicked on the light and saw his reflection in the mirror. Sure enough, his jawline was bereft of any hair whatsoever. There wasn't even any spots of grey blemishing the smooth peach fuzz of his skin. But that wasn't all that disturbed him. His lips, which were usually rough and thin, were noticeably bigger. They were plump, like the Goddesses lips, but not cartoonishly large like someone who'd overdone it with collagen. Instead, they were soft and strangely alluring. They even looked a darker shade of red, as if lipstick had been applied. Touching them, he couldn't help but feel aroused, and for some reason a little giddy. "Like my gift?" The Goddess's voice alerted Rick to turn around. She was at the doorway in all her naked glory. "G-gift?" Rick sputtered. "W-what do you mean?" The Goddess strode up to him, her hips swaying like a pendulum. "Your lips, hun." "You did this?" "Yes." She reached out and touched his cheek again. "And if you stop resisting, I can do so much more." Rick flinched away from her hand. "W-What are you?" She laughed. "Oh yeah, how rude not to introduce myself. I am your Inner Goddess, but you can call me Rikki Nolan." Hearing the woman use his last name, Rick couldn't help but take a step back. "Nolan? B-but that's-" "Your last name?" She completed his sentence. "Yes, and it's mine too. You see, I am you." If this was any other woman he would dismiss them as crazy, but Rick knew he couldn't. There had been something about her appearance that bugged him for sometime. She had the same green eyes as he did, and the same coloured hair. If he really squinted he could even seem a resemblance to himself. "B-but you c-can't be me!" he said, taking a step back. "And why not?" She put a hand on her hip. "Because I-I'm a m-m-man!" he defended, only for his back to hit the wall. With the shower door to his right, he was trapped. Rikki closed the distance between them. "Must you keep hiding behind that macho facade? It's under 15's football all over again." Rick's blood almost turned to ice as he recalled the memory. When he was in high school, he played football for a local club. He personally was more into doing craft courses, but he ended up joining the team to make his Dad proud. His Dad had been a star player in his youth, but always complained that his son wasn't enough of a man. Rick wasn't the best player, but he was diligent in training. He mostly played near the goals as a full forward, though he wasn't a good kick. During this time he had been growing his hair longer. He'd noticed other actors and rock stars were doing the same and figured he'd get on the bandwagon. He'd gotten it to half-way down his neck when his team- mates started to tease him. It started with simple mocking terms like "girly" or "girly-boy" but it got really worse whenever he miss-kicked the ball. They'd say "You kick like a girl," and then have a good laugh. However, this only shot his self-confidence to pieces and soon the the mistakes happened more and more often. Eventually he had enough and cut it short. Even then that didn't stop the teasing and by season's end he quit. He hadn't tried to grow it since. "H-how do you..." He started to sputter, but Rikki was already reaching the top of his head. "As I said, I am you," she answered, laying a hand on his head. "Whatever pain you experienced, I experienced it too." "Pain?" He was getting uncomfortable staring at the eyes that reflected his own. "Why did you cut your hair?" she inquired. "I thought it looked rather cute on you." "Y-you did?" Rick gasped, a small shiver going through him as her fingers started to dance along his scalp. "Yes." Rikki smiled, her fingers pulling at one particular curl of hair. "It's nothing to be ashamed of." "B-but-" he started to protest, but a tingling was spreading along his roots. Before he could respond, curly tresses were starting to tumble into his field of vision. Frightened he slapped her hand away, before grabbing his locks, feeling the strands lengthen in his fingers. "W-what did you do?" Rick cried as his hair continued to worm down his temples and cheeks. In his fingers they felt thicker, and even silkier. Rikki crossed her arms. "I know those boys were being mean, but did you forget Travis had his hair in a ponytail?" "T-that was different!" he protested, the locks now cascading past his chin and brushing along his neck. "In what way?" "I-I?" But he found he didn't have an answer. Before he knew it, his hair had snaked its way down his shoulders. He pulled at his strands, only to feel a sharp pain when he did. "Ow!" he cried as a flash of light went before his eyes. When his sight recovered he found the Goddess was holding his phone in her hands. "Wh- when did you-" "I got it out of your pocket when you were not looking." She smirked happily, manoeuvring the screen with her fingers before casually throwing the device at him. "Here, I think you'll like it." With an awkward catch, he looked at the picture she had taken. On first glance it looked like he was wearing a wig, wincing as he was trying to pull the strand off his head. However, this was not the same kind of hair he had as a 15 year old. It looked thicker, shinier, and well managed, as if it was properly shampooed and conditioned. "I-is that me?" His heart pulsed as an unfamiliar lightness flowed through him. Then he felt a gentle finger run though his scalp. Rikki was suddenly at his side, massaging his locks. Each stroke constantly reminded him of his new hairdo. Yet it also sent something pulsing through him. A feeling he hadn't felt in years. "Do you remember when you were 10 years old?" she mused. "And how sis would practice her styling on us?" Rick could only nod in agreement, remembering those times well. His sister wanted to be a hair stylist and would use him as a guinea pig. He'd been very reluctant, but his sister would promise him some footy cards if he was a "good customer". However, he somehow came to enjoy it for some reason. Maybe it was just the weird way she would pull at his hair, but it made him feel good in a way he couldn't explain. He was so ashamed that he never told any of his friends about it. "I-I was ten. I was a st-stupid kid really," he insisted. "Then why are you not shying away like you did before?" Rick's veins turned to ice. He'd just exposed something he really didn't know he needed to expose. Out of compulsion he flinched away from Rikki's touch. "S-stop!" he cried. Rikki let her hand float in the air, then dropped it gently. "Are you still fighting it?" Rick lashed out. "I-I'm perfectly fine as a man! I thought you were were going to help me with my love life!" Rikki didn't flinch at all, only shaking her head. "But Rick, I am helping you." "By making me a-a tranny?" Rick yelled back. Rikki frowned. "You know that's not what I'm trying to do." "Then what's this?" He motioned around his head. Rikki crossed her arms. "I'm bringing out your true self." "Bullshit!" he spat out the fear that had been building inside. "I-I know who I-" "No, you don't!" Rikki tersely spoke back. It wasn't very loud, but the way she said it stopped Rick in his tracks. He felt like a naughty child being scolded to by his mother. The nude woman then relaxed and retained her composure. "I know it's hard to believe but you have been living a lie for all your life. I am here to open your eyes." "B-but how?" Rick's reply was half-hearted. Rikki raised an eyebrow. "Rick, I've been laying dormant inside of you for 27 years, hoping you'd finally listen to me. If there's one thing I have learned in that time, is that you've been feeling uncomfortable in your body." Rick felt a shiver at that comment. He felt his paunch, sickened by the way it lurched out of his stomach. "Y-yes. I-I do need to lose some weight." She confidently crossed her arms. "Puh-lease. That's the least of your problems." He looked up at her. "Huh?" Rikki pointed a finger at him and drew a circle in the air. "Hun, you need a full body makeover. And yes, it means what you think it means." Rick hugged himself insecurely. "R-really? B-but." Rikki got within his personal space again. "Enough with the excuses Ricky. You've been so self conscious with yourself that it drives the ladies away." "I-it does?" She snaked an arm along his shoulder. Rick flinched, but didn't shy away. Rikki pressed herself into him on purpose and continued "You see, you've convinced yourself that you should be in that body for so long, that you've never thought about changing it." She guided him back to the mirror sink, where his long locks framed his rough looking face. Only the lips felt out of place. "What do you see?" She asked. "I look ridiculous." "AH!" she cried suddenly. "That's because you keep thinking yourself as masculine. But what if I did this?" Rikki suddenly put a finger onto his nose. Rick wanted to flinch once more, but he wanted to know the point she was making. With a gentle motion she traced the bridge of his nose. As she did, it triggered a popping sensation which sent another pulse down his spine and into his loins. He could feel his penis burst into life at the twitch. When she was finished with his nose, it felt lighter. It was as if a prosthetic had been removed. He wanted to see what had happened, but Rikki's hand was in the way as she continued to trace along his face. Her finger was like a feather tracing his pores, tickling at his ears as they gave way at her touch. Then she moved along his jawline, which also appeared to feel less heavy when she was done tracing it. Then she traced along his cheekbones, which like his nose gave a sort of pop that sent another wave of arousal to his loins, eliciting a small groan from him. Then she traced along his eyelids, triggering a prickling sensation that made him blink a few times. Finally, she glided the finger along his eyebrows, sending another pulse through his body, before she pulled away to reveal Rick's reflection. Immediately, Rick gasped. He saw two Rikki's, only one of them was taller and wearing his clothes. His face was softer, with a smaller nose and large green eyes. He blinked and felt the eyelashes brush against his eyelids. He felt his cheeks, feeling the new curvature of his cheekbones and smoother jawline. "B-but how?" He cringed at the deep voice coming out of Rikki's - his - womanly lips, but he couldn't look away. Rikki placed her face next to Rick's. Their reflections could've been twins, but Rick could see a stark contrast between his confusion and her easygoing smile. "See, you were hiding such a pretty face this whole time." "I-I'm pretty?" Rick couldn't believe it. Was this really him? A voice in his head tried to tell him this wasn't right. He was a guy. He liked having a drink with his mates at the bar. He loved to watch football. He liked seeing women. However, the confused girl in the mirror was spitting in the face of that logic. "You've always have been." Rikki said, though through the reflections it was hard to know which one was talking. "From the day you were born I've been trying to tell you that." "You have? I don't remember..." Rikki shrugged. "Of course you have. You know that feeling of guilt whenever you look at a cute dress in a magazine or try on one of your homemade bracelets? That's me telling you were born in the wrong body." As much as Rick wanted to dismiss it as nonsense, deep down he knew she was right. From the times his sister played with his hair, he did have feelings where he wanted to be more feminine. However, when he got to a certain age, he figured it would be too late to reverse the damage puberty had done. All he could do was do to fill in that void was do his crafts, but even then he didn't feel comfortable doing that in public. "I can be female? Y-you're sure?" Rikki whispered in his ear, "You know why I haven't tried to put on any clothes yet?" Rick stared at her a little too long before answering. "N-no?" She rested her hand on her hip in a seductive pose. "It's because I have the confidence to show off. I don't hide my body. I just show it. I'm not saying your true self is a nudist or anything, but I know you are dying to have my body from the way you're staring at me." Rick consciously looked away out of politeness again. "So?" Rikki giggled. "So, if you have my body, then it will help boost your confidence. You already have a kind and caring personality but if you have the confidence to bring it out, then a lot more people will want to jump your bones. Some will even covet you." Rick wanted to deny these burgeoning feelings but there was something about that argument that he couldn't ignore. "I-I can be you?" She offered her hand. "I can show you. Just let me be in control." He looked at that tempting hand with indecision. He wanted her to reverse the changes, to turn him back. But there was a growing voice inside of him, urging him to take her advice. The prospect of being just as sexy as her was starting to arouse him. Without thinking, he took her hand. "Excellent." She smiled. "Shall we get started?" * (Disclaimer: this part contains male-to-female tf, some heavy sexual themes and graphic descriptions of genitalia. Don't read if this offends you.) Rick was rushed to the bedroom and pushed onto the bed before he knew what had happened. He hadn't expected his Inner Goddess to be so enthusiastic. He brushed a lock of hair from his face to see Rikki standing over him, her naked body all his to see. "Did you have to be so rough?" He adjusted himself on the bed. "Sorry." She giggled. "I'm just eager to start. A lifetime of impatience can do that. Now, where should we go next?" Rick could feel her eyes scanning him. From the many failed dates he had, this gesture always made him uncomfortable as it usually meant the girl was judging his appearance. Finally, she snapped her fingers. "I know!" She purred, approaching him at the foot of the bed. As she gripped his shoulders, her knee pressed against the mattress, in- between his thighs and dangerously near his crotch. "W-where are you-" A solitary slender finger landed on Rick's lips before he could finish his sentence. "Shhhhhh." Even her whisper oozed with sex appeal. "I'm just showing you a neat trick." Her finger then guided itself under his chin, prompting him to lift his head slightly. Gently she leaned towards his face. Rick thought another kiss was coming, but instead, her mouth seemed to be going for somewhere lower. Eventually, he could feel her hot breath waft along his thick neck, lingering in anticipation. Lick. He shivered, eliciting a girlish giggle from Rikki. Again her wet tongue brushed along the hard, sinewy muscle, her sensual breath sending goosebumps around his body. Soon, her mouth fixated at an area under his chin and planted itself there. Then, she started to suck. Rick gripped the mattress with his fingers, as her mouth acted like a vacuum. It was quite a sensitive spot, and the sensation it gave sent another pulse down his spine. "Ugh!" He moaned in a throaty, guttural way which betrayed his cute face. The voice felt rough and echoed through the room. Yet he felt embarrassed by the moan. It didn't sound very sexy in his ears. It sounded more like a meek lion than anything. 'Wait where did that thought come from?' He thought. 'If you think it's embarrassing, then don't wear it.' 'Rikki? But how?' 'Nevermind that.' Her voice instructed inside his head. 'What would you rather hear?' 'Me?' Rick mused. He thought about the voices that appeal to him. He did want to sound more confident and assured. Smooth. Husky. "Ahhhh" Rikki's tongue had met a sensitive spot again, sending his voice up an octave. The next moan it was even higher. It soon dawned on him what was happening, but before he could say anything her teeth scraped against his flesh lightly, sending a full blown moan that cracked into the alto range. Pressure started to press along his throat, squeezing at his vocal chords. "S-stOP!" He tried to say but the voice kept cracking, shifting from a low rumble to a squeak in a second. Don't fight it. She instructed him. Your true voice is breaking free. "B-bUT!" A girlish moan now elicited from his throat. He hadn't heard his voice that high since high school, but the sound was pleasurable to his ears. It wasn't just himself as a pre-teen, but rather a young woman enjoying foreplay with a sexual partner. "Ahhhh! Ahhhhhh! AHHHHH!" His voice cracked and squeaked like a radio being tuned to the right station. Then, just as he felt a powerful suck from the Goddess, he felt a pop from inside his throat. "OHHHHHHH!" he moaned, surprised by the breathy tone which glided from his lips. Satisfied at the sound, Rikki moved away. "Ahhhh, now that's my kitten," she purred, licking her lips. "K-kitt-" Rick paused when he heard a woman's voice coming out of him, causing him to cover his mouth. Rikki tilted her head. "Yes?" Rick reluctantly spoke, the feminine tone of his voice not dissipating. "I-is this my voice?" "Hmmm-mmmm." Rikki's finger traced at the flat area of his neck where his Adams apple had once been. "Now I think it really adds to your beauty." Rick felt around his neck, feeling the muscles and contours were not as thick as they once were. Again he was in disbelief, yet couldn't help but feel buzzed by this change. "Are you sensing doubt?" Rikki asked. Rick almost hiccuped in surprise. "A-are you sure women like this?" Rikki leaned close to his face again. "Do you like how I speak, stud?" Her voice lowered into a husky purr on the last word. Rick's face turned crimson, eliciting another giggle from the Goddess. "Trust me, we still have a ways to go. Now, take off your shirt." "Huh?" Rikki's fingers dug into his shoulders. "What's the matter? Shy?" "N-no!" Rick cried back, trying to regain some macho pride. "I-I just never undressed in front of another..." "Awww, but you have a nice bod, hun," she mewed. "Please don't hide it." Rick relented, and fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, before slowly sliding it off his broad shoulders. He hoped he didn't need to show her anything else. However: "Don't forget the singlet too. And the pants." His eyes bulged. "But-" "It's not like I haven't seen it before," she insisted suggestively. "But if you really want to be me then you must face your insecurities." Rick could feel his pulse quicken as he followed her instructions, revealing the hairy, doughy body that he'd been self-conscious about for most of his adult life. The Goddess just watched the whole time, her lips never frowning nor smiling. When she remained silent, Rick asked, "Well?" "It's not as bad as you think," Rikki insisted. "Are you just-" "Saying that?" Rikki finished his sentence, her hand reaching for his right bicep. "Not really. You do have some decent muscle under that flesh. I just need to expose it some more." "Y-you can?" Rick perked up as he felt her hands squeezing his arm. "Yes." Her sharp fingernails probed along the muscle of his arm. "Watch." Slowly, she started to massage the arm. Each small motion sent more and more pulses through his body. Then her touch glided to his hand, where she examined it. "First of all. Let's do something about these nails," she cooed, one of her fingers sliding across his thumb and then its nail. In an effortless motion, the nail became completely covered in fuchsia. An impulse wanted him to pull away but he couldn't help but be mesmerised as the nail lengthened a centimetre. Then with a gentle pulse, the entire thumb shrunk, the bulk of it shedding away until a daintier version remained. Surprisingly, other than his joints popping as if they were made of bubble-wrap, it wasn't painful. Wiggling it around, he realised how light it was compared to the rest of his hand. Soon, she was doing the same for each finger on his right hand. With one motion, the nail would turn red, then the finger would shrink. Just like before, a playful quiver would run through him, again stirring something in his loins. When she finished with his pinkie, an extra shiver made his dick stir to attention. Then with a more ferocious POP his entire palm retreated, sinking closer to his wrist before stopping at a smaller, refined size. The change didn't stop there, as a pop from his wrist signalled his entire arm to start retreating into itself. "M-my arm!" He marvelled as the years of bulk that had weighed it down started to whittle away. It was as if his flesh was sinking closer to the bone. To add to this, the rough hairs that matted along the limb retreated back into his pores. Then, the skin blushed towards a glossy, tanned sheen he didn't remember being there before. "W-what are you-" Rikki's fingers probed along his bicep. "As I said, I'm making the muscle more prominent." "By making it smaller?" "By making the rest of it more compact," she corrected him. "I haven't made you weaker, but brute strength is overrated anyway." A second glance seemed to justify her statement. He was expecting the strength in his arm to be gone, but he could still feel the hard muscle underneath the shrinking flesh. He flexed his arm and found it was rather light and limber. His other arm may as well have been tied to a boulder by comparison. Then there were the elegant fingers and long, red nails of his hand. The nails especially made him feel excited, their redness in particular reminding him of his lips: The colour of sex. These were the fingers of a woman tempting him for a night of fun. "Like the nails?" It was at this point he realised he'd been staring at his hand for some time. "Oh, ugh...well..." Rikki giggled again. "It's no shame if you do like it. Remember that time you were 17?" Rick shuddered at the memory. He'd been home alone and noticed some nail polish in the bathroom. An urge came over him to try it out, just as a curiosity. He only did a couple of fingers before his Mum suddenly came home and he had a difficult time hiding it for the rest of the night. Even with the embarrassment of wearing a glove that night to hide his shame, he remembered liking it. It made his large hand look alluring, almost sexy. Without even asking for anything else, Rikki immediately worked on his other arm, the pulses becoming more and more intense as more pops and creaks blazed away on his arm. By the time it was finished, he was really starting to feel the contrast. His entire torso felt like a lead tank, but his arms were more like the gentle branches of a tree. He rubbed them, shivering at the smooth skin. "So soft" he mused, enjoying the gentle brushes against his arm. He thought for so long that he was used to having a large, masculine body. Yet the more he changed, the more he was starting to doubt himself. Compared to the rest of his body, these arms, and even his face did not match. He wasn't sure how he could live this way. "Still undecided?" Rikki spoke up. "I-I don't know." With catlike grace, Rikki lowered herself to his bare feet. "Could you raise your leg?" Rick complied, though weary at what she was going to do. She then wrapped her hands around his right foot. The moment her fingers dug into the soul of his foot, Rick felt a relieving prod which caused him to lean back in pleasure. Each prod sent a wave of pleasure up his leg, sending another quiver from his penis. He didn't expect a foot massage to feel so good and relaxing. It was as if the callouses on his foot were being scrubbed away. As if it was putty, he could feel her hands compress and re-mould his foot. Gone were the hairy toes and long length. In their place were dainty ankles and delicate toes encased in satiny tanned skin. It's length was remarkably shorter compared to the other foot. Even the nails had the same fuchsia tone on them. Then she started to stroke his calf in long strokes. Gradually their heavy bulkiness started to lift, withering away into slender appendages, before her strokes moved their way to his knees. As if pushing everything upwards, the grime and hair from his knees were ironed away, leaving a graceful bend. Then she moved up to his thigh, taking extra care to move as close to his crotch as possible. As he bit his lip in erotic pleasure, his thigh was shaved away until it was half its size. When she was done, Rick did a impromptu kick. It looked a little on the thin side, and in contrast to his other leg felt so light and gentle. Yet he could also tell it was powerful and athletic. "See. Just because you're a woman, doesn't mean you have to be weak." The Goddess squeezed his feminine thigh, her fingers making shallow dimples against the firm muscle. Suddenly, Rick spoke up. "C-can you do the other one?" He expected Rikki to do a gasp or stare at him at disbelief. Instead, Rikki only nodded and started on the other leg without any protest. This time, he leaned back, stretching out his leg as his flesh melted away at her touch. The same electric pulses from before flowed into his crotch as his left leg joined the feminine wiles of the other in a matter of seconds. Like with the other leg, he gave it a test kick, impressed by its lightness. Yet something seemed lacking. It didn't seem 'sexy' enough. 'Sexy?' he thought, wiggling his cute toes. It was a word he never really thought about to describe himself. He always thought of himself as a doughy computer expert who happened to have an embarrassing hobby. However, just looking at his legs and arms he could feel a sense of pride leaking in. As much as he was ashamed to admit it, he wanted more. Suddenly, a hand was touching his shoulder. He turned to find Rikki was now kneeling on the bed behind him "That's it. Let those doubts go. You are not shy and insecure. There is a beautiful, sexy, confident soul underneath." "Confid-AHHH!" Rick cooed as he could feel her fingers dig into his shoulders. It was almost as if they were touching the very bone of his shoulders. He arched his back, feeling something along his spine pop, forcing his chest forward. The Goddess continued to knead into his flesh, sending Rick into a relaxed stupor. He never tried a massage because of the expenses a spa usually had, but now he was wishing he'd tried one earlier. Not once did Rikki's fingers leave his back, exploring nooks and crannies he hadn't felt before. All the while, the knots and pains in his back started to leave him. As if steam from a kettle, he gave a content sigh. As he did, he felt something in his spine compress, as if a valve had been released. In actual reality, his body was shrinking by a couple of inches. "Feels nice doesn't it?" Rikki cooed. "Yes," he moaned, rolling his shoulders in a motion that felt more fluid than before. "Good, now take a deep breath and don't exhale until I say so." Rick obeyed, unsure where this was going. Suddenly, as he sucked in air, Rikki's silky, thin arms wrapped around his torso and pulled him into a deep hug. Her soft hands stroked the forest of chest hair which elicited another wave of goosebumps against his skin. His member was now straining against his briefs. "Exhale," she instructed. Rick did, expelling the air he'd been holding in. However, he almost stifled a gasp when he felt Rikki's embrace get tighter and tighter. At one point her arms dug into his ribs to the point they were unbearably close. "Now breathe in again." Rick did, breathing in, but finding it harder to do. Rikki's arms felt like a clamp upon his ribs. "Breathe out." He did again, and like before her arms continued to sink into his torso. However, it felt even deeper than last time. Rick didn't try to fight it. If anything he was feeling lighter than he had before. Even the flesh on his chest was feeling less itchy from the way her hands rubbed against them. "Into intimacy, aren't you?" Rick nodded, loving the feeling her arms around him. He wondered if this is what it felt like to be cared for. "That's cute." Rikki's head rested against his shoulder. "I promise that when we're done, you'll have a body anyone can wrap around easily." Rick would've questioned this, but he was too busy enjoying her touch around his torso. Again he inhaled and exhaled. Each time, Rikki's arms kept sliding closer to each other, and each time he could feel his torso pop and slide. It was as if each breath was lifting his body out of the hulking heaviness that had been there before. Rikki's tightening embrace also awakened a memory he had as a teen. Rather, it was a fantasy he sometimes had whenever he had trouble sleeping or had a bad day. He'd imagine a large pair of arms wrapped around him. It always comforted him, as it felt like a security blanket protecting him from the outside world. "Alright, that's enough." Rikki instructed. Rick gave a content sigh, feeling incredibly lighter all of a sudden. When he looked down, he found his entire chest and ribcage area was smaller and devoid of the muscle and fat that had been there before. There was still some slight flab along his pectorals, but it wasn't as prominent as it had been. Rikki's arms, which had struggled to wrap around his torso before, were now overlapping each other. "What did you do?" he gasped, but this time didn't feel as offended. He was already running his hands along his collarbone, feeling taut skin and delicate, smaller shoulders. Rikki's hand brushed by the smoothness of his chest as if it was a feather. "Now you can wear that dress from that store. The green one with the straps." "I-I can?" He blushed, remembering a green dress he'd seen on a mannequin once. He remembered how good it would look on a woman, but never once thought it would suit him. "I'd say its your size." His heart fluttered heartily. Then his eyes caught sight of the protruding gut below his chest and he frowned. "If I lose some weight anyway," he murmured. Rikki's hand floated to his stomach. "Don't worry, I can make this go away." This time there was no protest. For years he'd been self-conscious about his girth. He wasn't obese but compared to the abs he'd seen other men sport, it always made him feel left out. He didn't try to fight it as Rikki's hand slid along his stomach, and then wiped away the body hairs that adorned it. As soon as there was no hair left, her touch became even more sensual, moving around the paunch in circular motions. Once more, small electric pulses ran from her touch to his groin, a new wave of goosebumps rippling along his skin. His dick twitched within his briefs. With bated breath he watched her hand swirl around his gut. Then, he felt it press down on his stomach. As if obeying a command, his paunch deflated, then the love handles at the sides caved in. All he could do was watch in amazement as his core became tighter and tighter, the impression at his sternum becoming deeper and deeper. Soon, there was barely any softness as Rikki's hand pressed against his flat navel. When she pulled away, a flat, small waist was greeting him. He touched it, as if fearing it was a dream, and almost wept. It was everything he ever wanted to touch: smooth, but firm and light. Though he still had to ask, "Can I have some abs?" The Goddess laughed. "Hun, look at me. Does it look like we need any abs?" He gazed at her stomach, and saw how similar it was to his. Yet he couldn't help but compare the two. His eyes were drawn to the complete contrast between her waist and her wide hips. He then stared at his own, and only saw two skinny thighs stand out from a thin, but nondescript stomach. "Eyes up here." "Huh, sorry. I-I was just..." She brushed his long hair lovingly. "I know. You want what I have, don't you?" At this point, Rick couldn't hide it. He gave a sad nod. Rikki once more leaned in, her nose threatening to touch his. "Then say it." She purred quietly. Rick gulped, in disbelief in what he was about to say, "I...want your...hips. Please." The last word felt like an obligation, even though he knew Rikki didn't need permission. "I thought you'd never ask." Rikki gave a gentle peck on the forehead. "Now, take off your underwear." Like a deer in the headlights, Rick's eyes widened. "Huh?" The Goddess didn't need to say anything, giving him an assuring smile. "Ok!" Rick hurriedly fumbled with his briefs. When he pulled them down, his erect penis stood proudly. Looking at it, he couldn't help but become more aroused, noting how large it looked compared to the rest of his body. "Looking good," the Goddess purred, pushing him onto the bed. Before he knew it, she had straddled herself onto his thighs. Just feeling the heat before her loins made his member convulse. "Lie back for me." With that honey-like voice, he could never disobey her. As soon as Rick laid down, Rikki laid her hands upon the smooth, taut skin of his lower abdomen, sending more chills through his body. At one point they got dangerously close to his groin, only to dance to the sides of his pelvis at the last second. "Not yet," she teased, shifting closer to his groin. "Let's leave that for the climax." "But-" He started to protest, only to be cut off. "Trust me, it'll be worth it." The Goddess winked, her hands already finding the hard bones of his pelvis. Her thumbs brushed by the bone, sending his hard member into another spasm. "I bet it feels so tight down there." Her thumbs traced the bone. "Mmmmm." It had never occurred to him before, but now that she had mentioned it, it did feel very constrained down there. It was as if a corset had been applied there. "Could you imagine going to the bar with those hips? Not really going to turn a lot of heads, is it?" Her words soothed into his ear, but he couldn't deny it wasn't true. "But imagine if they were." Her whisper wafted like vapour. "Having a pair of hips that round out your dress so well." Rick could only nod in agreement. There had been dresses he'd seen at clothes stores adorning mannequins. He'd always admired the wide outward curve of a woman's lower half, and he wanted to know what it felt like. As if on cue, he felt the bone of his hips start to give way. Looking down, he noticed the indent of his pelvic bones were slowly shifting away from where Rikki's thumbs were. "Imagine being at the beach as a pair of bikini bottoms hug and rub against your sides." As much as he wanted to protest, he couldn't help but be aroused by the thought, his penis quivering as his pelvis continued to slide along the confines of his flesh. As if to compensate, his thighs angled into each other, causing his knees to touch. Her silky voice continued to cut through his doubts. "Imagine a pair of hands gripping them as you roll in bed with your partner." Rick did, imagining the hands that were gripping him in the throes of passion, but there was something off about the thought. He wanted to think of a woman's delicate hands, but the first thing that came to mind was something large and rough. Yet the contrast only sent a new wave of pleasure through his body. Suddenly, Rick couldn't help but buck into the air. Immediately, his entire pelvis clicked outwards, sending a wave of relief through him. On either side of his navel, he could spot something jutting out of his sides, only separated by a bulge of flesh. But that wasn't enough. There was no way he was stopping with something so malnourished, along with those pathetic barbie doll thighs. He was tired of being hard angles. He wanted soft fullness. As if obeying his desires, a warmth that had been absent before flowed from his core to the sides of his hips. Before he knew it, the outline of his pelvic bones were consumed by a soft layer of fat that rounded out his sides, giving the hourglass figure he never knew he wanted. As an extra bonus, his slender thighs throbbed as excess fat filled them. As they turned plump, Rikki gave them a playful squeeze. Even with the supple skin feeling spongy in her touch, it did not remove the firm muscle they were hiding underneath. It was now sinking in how beautiful he was becoming and he couldn't be happier. When the pulsing had stopped, Rikki stood up and instructed. "Turn over." Obeying her, Rick turned around, but now he was starting to get more confident. He was loving the curves that were adorning his body and felt the urge to show off. In a seductive action, he placed his hands on the bed, and purposely stuck his ass out at Rikki. Rikki raised her eyebrows. "My, feeling bold are we?" Rick gave a coy nod, wiggling his ass some. "Why? You don't want me to show off?" "No, keep doing that," Rikki insisted. "I think your ass agrees." As if on cue, warmth pooled into Rick's ass as it started to ripple. His thick thighs rubbing against his groin, he pushed his ass out further, feeling the skin firm and expand. As if it was an airbag exploding in slow motion, his flat ass-cheeks pushed out into luscious round curves. He swayed his hips seductively, feeling the excess flesh wiggle as it stuck out from his thin waist. SLAP. A sharp pain exploded from his left butt-cheek. Surprised, he turned to find Rikki had just finished slapping his ass playfully. "Hey!" "Sorry," she laughed. "I could tell you were asking for it." Rick couldn't help but blush, knowing she was right. He rubbed his ass, surprised by the full softness of it. He'd seen dancers in rap videos with large, firm asses before, but it was something else having one. It was especially pert and sported some jiggle. He could already imagine how a tight pair of panties would rub in the crack between them, sending another pleasurable twitch from his dick. "I'm so proud you are embracing your feminine side," Rikki purred, her arms again wrapping around his waist. "Yes." Rick laughed, with no hint of nerves whatsoever. The Goddesses arms snaked up his flat stomach, tracing its contours up to his chest. "That said, I think you're ready for that next step." Rick gave a small moan, feeling her electric fingers find the sensitive nipples that had been lying dormant on his chest for so long. A small voice in his head pleaded to stop: that he was a man. He didn't need a large ass or long hair, but the feminine thoughts he'd been holding back easily smothered those doubts. Now it felt lacking, missing the nurturing warmth his ass had been blessed with. As if to further tempt him, the Goddess pressed herself into his back, making sure her breasts smooshed into his shoulder blades. Something about the way she dug into his ass only sent another twitch from his dick, which was now on the verge of bursting. It again reminded him of the fantasy with the arms, only now he wondered if the figure behind him was actually taller and much more muscular. 'Wait, did I just think that?' He blushed, yet aroused. "What do you say?" the Goddess hummed, pressing her breasts deeper into his back. "Want these too?" Rick relented and nodded. "Yes. Please give it to me." Her fingers danced along his nipples, igniting a spark that sent more surges along his dick. He was amazed that even after all of the stimulation he hadn't cummed yet. The flesh on his chest started to dimple, the nipples darkening and expanding with each circular movement. THROB, the skin around the nipples puckered up. Regardless how he felt, Rick knew he was about to pass the point of no return. Biting his lip, he felt a crackling electricity building from underneath the flesh. Rikki upped the ante, her fingers tweaking at the nipples. Another, louder moan left his lips. His nipples stretched to the size of pencil erasers, as the hard flesh around them became softer and malleable. THROB. With amazement, he watched his as chest slowly grew and stretched, pushing back Rikki's hands. They grew to small conical mounds, and then rounded out into perky little breasts. 'Breasts,' he thought. 'I have breasts!' However, he hardly had any time to process this as they expanded into Rikki's waiting hands. "That's it girl, keep going," the Goddess purred. "You want to be outdone by that B-cup blonde that turned you down last week? Show her what she's missing!" Rick arched his back, determined to will her breasts to become bigger. THROB. THROB. Rick's breasts continued to push forwards. The more they did, the more the flesh dug into Rikki's hands as she cupped them. Each jolt of electricity that poured from her nipples shot down to his groin, which convulsed as if shooting out phantom ejaculations. "Feels good, huh?" "Mmmmm." He nodded. "Then why don't you touch them?" "I can?" Ricks lips couldn't hide the amorous smirk that was visible. This was met by a knowing smirk from Rikki. "Can? You already are." "Huh?" Rick looked down, only to find Rikki was right. He hadn't noticed at all, but his own hands were cupping his growing breasts. Had they always been doing that? Or had he done it subconsciously? But he had no time to dwell on that, as his breasts continued to inflate. In his fingers they felt so soft and full that they threatened to spill out of his grasp. Just as they started to feel heavy, the growth subsided and he was left nurturing his bosom. Exploring, the first thing he noticed was that they were round, but also soft. It wasn't like a water balloon or anything. It was more like a foam mattress. At one point he let them go and was surprised to feel them jiggle as they bounced on his chest. They settled into two tear-drop shapes and looked like large hills that sloped from his collarbone. He traced the nipple and again shivered at the sensitive skin that permeated that area. He squeaked at the touch, his penis once more throbbing for release. "Ughn," he sighed. "Sooooo sensitive." "Better than your boring old nips, right?" He heard a voice in front of him. "OH!" Rick had been so preoccupied, he forgot Rikki was still in the room. Had she been watching him massage himself? Yet that didn't seem to embarrass him as much. If anything he felt flattered to know someone was watching him like this. He continued to massage his breasts, getting a laugh from the Goddess. "I think you're starting to see it now." Rikki strode up to him. "That being a woman has its benefits?" Rick nodded. "I feel so great. And sexy." "Yes, and you don't need to be submissive. Your body is a weapon. If you use it right, anyone will want to sleep with you." "Really?" Rick massaged her nipple absently. He thought back to the fantasy of the figure hugging him from behind, sending another shiver through him. His cheeks turned red at such a thought. If Rikki noticed she didn't say anything. "Only if you want to." Rikki brushed a strand of hair behind Rick's ear again. "It's your body. Do whatever feels best to you." "Right." He nodded. "But now, I think I got one more thing to do before I leave.