Tyrone had just finished his latest painting and put his easel up when he heard moans coming from the bushes.
The girls split up, Sherry licking her fingers clean as he poked his head in through the brush.
"Jasmine?! What happened to you?" He asked.
He was alarmed to see her show so much skin, and since when was she that built?!
"Do I know you, dweeb?" Jazz replied snarkily.
Dweeb?!
"Jasmine, honey, it's me, Tyrone! We've been going out for a few weeks now!" Tyrone explained.
Jazz laughed along with her friends.
"Newsflash beanpole, I'm into chicks." she scoffed.
He just stood there in disbelief.
"Whatever, I'm going to a spin class with my friends." She said as she began checking her lipstick in a compact, "Might check out some babes while I'm there."
"Jasmine..." he said while grabbing her arm.
"HEY CREEP, MY NAME'S JAZZ!" the tomboy yelled while giving him a hard SLAP!
Tyrone laid there crying as the lipstick print shifted away from his stinging cheek.
It settled on his lips, turning from pink to black as they swelled up.
He looked in one of his portrait mirrors... and realized something was wrong.
"Why do my lips seem so... urgh!" He grunted as his chest began to throb and pulsate.
He doubled over in pain as the changes began.
His waist narrowed down the sides as his pelvis creaked and crunched, widening out to a more... feminine width.
He convulsed as his face stretched and warped, sculpting itself into a form befitting a fitness wear model.
A shade of deep black consumed his hair as it grew long, straightening out while it cascaded down his shoulders.
"W-What's happening to me?" He moaned as he got down on elbows and knees.
His arm muscles pumped up with bulk as he slammed his fists into the ground in a futile attempt to get up.
His legs felt a similar surge of growth as his thighs bulked up, ripping his jeans apart at the seams, his feet ripping his shoes open.
Back bent up, he grunted as it bent back down, forcing a six pack of abs out of his body.
Two bonuses came with the bend, as a set of firm, rubbery D cups erupted from his pecs.
He felt his ass cheeks swell up, push out until his jeans tore completely in half.
A feminine moan escaped his lips as his adam's apple vanished and his member pulled inside him and morphed into a pussy.
He clutched the sides of his head as a new voice overwhelmed him.
'FIGHT THE PAIN LIKE A TRUE WARRIOR! FIGHT THE PAIN! FIGHT IIIIIIIIIIIIT!' the voice yelled.
A roar bellowed out of his... her mouth as the mind was overtaken.
With a single blow, Tyonna chopped the last remnant of her old self in half, her tattered clothes forming a loose gi around her enhanced frame. .
"Wow, that was intense." she said in a stoic British accent.
"Forgot my lipstick.... oh hey babe!" Jazz smiled as she jogged over and kissed Tyonna on the lips.
" Ello love, how's thing with your old friend?" the martial artist asked with a smile.
"Awesome! Sherr's the best!" the tomboy chirped.
"Glad you had fun." her girlfriend smiled as she slipped her hand over her pussy and moistening it with her fingertip.
Then they heard the park clock chime, and suddenly remembered something.
"Oh no, my parents!" they both said.
"See you later!" Jazz called as she jogged off, thinking 'Why does mom always sign me up for these stupid art pageants.'
"Goodbye!" Tyonna yelled back.
'Why can't I have parents who let me love her?' she thought.
'You can change that.' a voice told both of them as their eyes flashed pink.