... A middle aged women wearing mom jeans and a blouses. She had long straight blonde hair that reached her shoulders, her face was attractive but clearly showed her age as she was wearing the very little makeup. She looked like she wanted to age gracefully, her jeans hugged her large ass while her blouse showed off her large breast while hanging over her slightly chubby stomach.
Stanly didn’t pay much attention to any of that though instead he ran at her without getting a glimpse of what she looked like. The women had no time to look surprised as a strange forcefully collide with her, activating the ring. Stan was on top of the women looking down on her.
He could she her scared expression as he felt his face and body start to drip down on her. His view points slowly sliding closer and closer to her face as his torso gave out and lurched forward melting together with hers. As there faces collided he saw nothing.
All he could feel was a puddle of flesh sifting and twisting as thier body’s fused to create a whole new being. Soon Stan felt new limbs form around the pile of flesh. As the pulled and began to be shaped Stanley could immediately tell how diffrent these limbs where to his own they where thinner and his fingers where feminine and long. The truth of what he was going to look like was made obvious as he felt his legs be shaped.
Large hips with an obvious thigh gap made it obvious he was going to be a woman. Stanly had no problem with it. He would accept any kind of life other than the life of Stanly Smith. He or maybe she waited for thier new body to be fully formed, peacefully waiting as he felt his new orphuses being made with extreme detail. Her favourite part of the whole experience was having her new breasts being made as the feeling of her large nipples rising off her chest was extremely sensational.
The being formally know as Stanly Smith and Lindsey Day rose off the floor, Lindsey memories flooding her mind. She came to this horrid apartment to ...