Danny raced forward, running as fast as this curvaceous body would allow. It was definitely harder to run this way than when she had been male (or even when she still used male pronouns for herself, as now she couldn’t even run in a way a woman wouldn’t try to run). Her huge breasts bounced wildly, her hips rolling even as she sprinted.
“Gotta get back to normal, and fast,” she thought with a mixture of embarrassment and pride as she saw several of the nearby male pedestrians shooting her appreciative glances, especially towards her chest.
Danny at last reached the camera and grabbed it, but a crackle of energy shot up her arm as she did so, akin to a static discharge. She managed to cling tightly to the magical anomaly, much to the horror of its two former wielders, but it wasn’t easy.
She heard a cracking sound and looked down to see a cross-cross of spider web-like fissures forming in her reality anchoring charm. It burned hotly against the bare flesh of her chest. Being this close to the magical anomaly must be too taxing for it, and it was starting to give out.
Danny looked at the camera, searching frantically for some sort of ‘revert’ option, but the cracking of the charm filled her ears until the charm burst into a million tiny shards. Danny gasped as one of the shards embedded itself beneath her skin, the others shattering and flying wide.
The heretofore repelled mental effects of the most recent reality change swept into Danny’s mind, trying to forcibly reconfigure and change the very core of who and what she was. Danny tried to force them back through sheer will power, but they flowed through her nevertheless, rewriting her being.
“Hey, give that back!” shouted one of the tween goth girls, getting up from where she’d been knocked to the ground and pointing at the camera.
“This camera is too chic to belong to a gothy girl like you,” Destiny teased, sticking her tongue out at the girl. Wait, Destiny? No, she wasn’t Destiny, she was Danny… Wasn’t she? It was getting so hard to concentrate.
Danny felt her years of serving in the secret services after high school being rewritten as signing up for the local strip joint, her induction into the classified Federal Bureau of the Paranormal fading into teasing her clients with her massive tits, giving lap dances to well-endowed men, and even taking a few back to her dressing room for a private and more intimate show.
“No, I’m not Danny… I mean I am Destiny, I mean…” she tried to say.
At last, the final remnants of Danny were scrubbed from her mind, and Danny fully became Destiny. However, the last shard of the protection charm lodged in her chest kept a fragment of the old Danny present.
Destiny didn’t know how or why, but she had to keep this camera away from those tween goth girls. She prepared to stuff it into her purse and hurry off to the club for tonight’s shift.
However, the first goth girl rushed Destiny, looking to be about to grab the camera, and so Destiny instinctively flashed a snapshot of her. The flash captured both of the goth girls as well as the two police officers cuffing the fleeing man who had knocked the girls over in the first place.
The now handcuffed man, a middle aged small time pickpocket named Marv, was currently cursing his luck. He’d just nabbed the wallet of some rich old woman when the cops had caught him and given chase. Why couldn’t things look up for him, for once? Marv only stole from people she thought could stand to lose a few thousand and still get by. Life was tough for young women like her, especially with her twins on the way.
Marv, now Marina, sighed as she looked down past her swollen bosom to her full, pregnant stomach as police officers led her away. The two tween goths, now Marina’s unborn babies, were ferried away as well. Even the two police officers, once men, had transformed into two attractive young women fresh from the academy, bringing in their first offender.
“Mission successful,” Destiny thought, not knowing why. “I better check in with the bureau… Wait, what’s the bureau?”