As soon as your hand leaves the enter key, your PC flickered and died.
Hesitantly, you reach out to the monitor. If this program killed your PC you’d be pissed. As your hand nears the monitor, you start back slightly as a brief static shock passes into your hand.
The sensation continues as you glance down at your arm, hairs all slowly standing on end. A building pressure joins the tingling in your limbs as you inhale. It holds for a moment before you let out a massive sneeze, hairs flying off your limbs in a faint cloud.
Looking down you can see that your arms are now completely hairless, and you can feel the loose hairs caught in your pant legs.
You need to see the rest.
Quickly, you strip off all of your clothes, eager to see the remainder of your transformation. You were already the same height as your avatar, but you can see the pounds melting off your body, leaving only lean muscle in its wake.
Your arms thin as fingers elongate, taking on a delicate but no less capable appearance. Legs lengthen slightly as muscle appears along your thighs, sleek and supple.
You suppress a wince as your hips force themselves outwards, bones shifting slightly as they take on a wider shape. What’s left is thin but certainly identifiable as female. Turning, you can see that your lack of curves will not be mirrored by your rear, pushing itself into a tight heart shape as you feel the thrum of strength in your legs.
The changes have now reached your member, which has sprung to attention from the sensations of your transformation. That only lasts for moments however, as it quickly draws inwards, vanishing into a moist slit as your eyes cross from the wash of pleasure that accompanied the latest change.
Your torso is the last part of your male body remaining, and the most drastic alteration yet. Your belly shrinks to nothingness as your waist narrows, leaving you with a flat stomach and subtly defined abs. Your shoulders also shrink inwards, bones grinding gently as they come to match your already thinned arms.
Finally, another wash of pleasure comes as two mounds of flesh grow outwards from your chest. They push into perky B-cups, standing proudly atop your muscles. They look a little larger than you’d thought when your avatar was wearing a costume, but you find yourself oddly proud of that fact.
Your face narrows and rounds as your nose shrinks and turns upwards. Eyes burn briefly as their color changes to a vibrant emerald, your vision soon obscured by a few locks of crimson hair as your locks lengthen and rearrange themselves into the pixie cut you’d chosen.
And then it’s over.
You stand, naked, in the middle of your room, panting slightly from the afterglow as a new sensation, a burst of youthful energy, suffuses your being. You glance across your room. It’s not that big, but just enough to try.
Taking a deep breath, you face the farthest wall and try to run there as fast as you can. Time seems to stretch for a moment as the wall rushes to meet you. And then you’re there. Strange, that didn’t feel any faster than before.
You turn around, and see the shower of loose paper and objects that marked your passing. Your room looks like it’s been in the center of a miniature tornado.
“Oh wow,” you laugh, voice high and lilting, “this is amazing!”
You dash to the other side of the room in another shower of paper, eager to get a glance of yourself in your closet mirror. Pausing for a moment, your hand comes up towards the mirror, brushing gently against the reflection. Just like you’d imagined.
Still, that reverie only lasts for a moments at your eyes drift from the mirror to the clothes still hanging on their rack.
“Guess I’ll need a whole new wardrobe,” you comment. Still, where was the costume from your avatar?
Almost on as if on cue, you feel a brief tickle against your stomach. Glancing down you can see a single blue hexagon has materialized directly over your navel. Reaching down, you give it an experimental press. Not quite spandex and not rubbery either, the material feels almost like it isn’t there.
Then six more shimmer into existence against the edges of the first. More follow as you giggle in delight. This must be your costume!
The layer of fabric quickly reaches down to your most sensitive spots, eliciting a gasp of pleasure as it tightly encircles your nethers.
You lean over to look at the material racing down your legs, slowly darkening as it passes over your knees. Another giggle passes your lips as the costume worms its way around your feet, tickling as it goes. It then hardens as the underside lightens to bright white; soles for you to run in.
It also starts moving up your torso, pushing your breasts together as built in support materializes. It pauses there for a moment, your modest cleavage on full display. Your hands come up to cup your breasts, tingles of happiness spreading through your body.
As the fabric begins to travel up your arms, you raise one to better look at its progress. It flows down your arm, blues darkening as you turn your hand over to look at the costume enclosing it completely.
Finally, your costume resumes its advance up your chest, completely covering your breasts and continuing upwards. You swallow slightly as it encases your neck, pressing against it slightly as it comes to a stop just below your chin. You’ve got to see this.
Dashing back to your mirror, you pause to take in the totality of your costume. It’s a skintight suit, colored royal blue at your feet and slowly lightening as it climbs your body, stopping at a sky blue color against your neck. A few white highlights exist, mainly on your feet and faint piping along the sides of your legs and arms.
Brushing a hand along the corner of your lip, you note “Amazing. There’s just one more thing to add.”
And then in the blink of an eye, a blue tint settles over your vision. In your reflection you can see the mirrored visor, tinted blue to match your costume, which now sits over your face. It covers only the eyes, leaving your lower face and crimson hair visible for all to see. A smile crosses your face as you strike a heroic pose.
“So,” you ask the reflection, “Just who are you?”
Hand rising to your chin in thought, you think of how to complete your metamorphosis. Every good superhero needs two things: a secret identity and, more importantly, a name. The former can come later, but for the moment you can at least think of a name.
Something fast; something energetic; something that will hold in the memories of everyone who sees you.
“My name is…”
“Slipstream.”