As much as you enjoy indulging in the changes you've made, it's something of a wide swath with too much to take in at once. You're deluged by waves of girls made from the manliest of men into butch tomboys along with shy ladies yearning to change into slacks and frumpy tops. While you could watch that all day, getting more hands-on appeals to you.
And place with the highest boy to girl ratio you can imagine is Infinite 1Ups, the local gaming store at the far end of the mall shopping complex. It fills four store slots, including a retro arcade curated by the owner. The manager, Ronald, is a cool guy with a YouTube channel on game history you've seen in passing. He's a big guy with a cordial disposition and one of the densest black beards you've ever seen. His friends nickname him "Young Santa".
As fun as it might be to blast him with the light, you wanna see what it can do to his patrons first. Fiddling with the settings, you first take aim at a plain looking dude in a blue hoodie with an unkempt mop of black hair. Layering him with a light, pink stream of organic light, you then fiddle with inorganic to gingerly adjust her clothing, then bring up her girl sexuality while leaving a trace of boy libido. So far as mind, you leave her more in the blue and unaware of any differences.
Once this series of lights is complete, you observe the results. The mop spreads out in an understated sprawl over her neck. Her lips aren't made up or fancy and her eyes wear subtle, gray circles. Closest thing to fashion on her is a fleece blue sweater with a cowl neckline that match her pants. Her chest is not far from a B-cup but there is no doubt to her girlhood. If you were mean, you might note how she has an impish, spindly frog-like presence. But you also find her cute in an understated way.
Especially interesting is her shyness as you pass. She's definitely in your league and you get the impression she might be drawn in by your presence. Inspecting the row of import games she's looking through, you notice her focus suggestive, anime titles. Satisfied with your first round, you set up in a good place off to the side to catch male customers as they enter.
Subsequent results follow in a similar mold to your first, even though not every new gamer girl winds up in the foreign games. Soon, the ratio is 90 percent girls to 10 percent guys and those are exclusively fathers and little boys who you've left alone. At least, for the sake of supporting local business, the new girls seem especially generous with buying up more assorted merch than most guys you've seen in this store in the past.
Despite the fun of watching over a dozen subtle gamer girl changes, you wanna mix things up before you head somewhere else. You pick a dude who almost looks like a girl from the back, with long black hair over his shoulders. Even his arms are relatively pencil-thin. He's also around five and a half feet tall, so he only loses a few scant inches. The key changes involve his thighs plumping up in his blue jeans, and a slight change to his arms and hands, so they clearly feel like they've always been under the influence of estrogen.
As the new girl turns with a quick look of confusion, you estimate she must have C-cups with the way her black tee with white-patterned game consoles slips across her modest bust. She doesn't have a classic hourglass shape but broad hips that flow up like stretched taffy. If you injected the boy from before with a regular dose of estrogen since puberty while not letting a speck of testosterone enter his bloodstream then this would be the result. She isn't prettied up or a beam of femininity but she could easily be his sister.
She brushes a long lock away from enveloping her right eye. You do your best not to appear conspicuous as you put the light away while still waiting for her reaction. An instant later, she looks down and springs right up. The close cut of the black top keeps her from jiggling obviously. Still, she fusses with the hem as she marvels at her limbs. As she turns away, you hear a stifled F word as she slips her hands around her groin in the attempt to make it look like she's adjusting her jeans. The subtle flush to her face becomes brightly obvious.
You linger at the corner of an aisle as she scurries from her spot. Moments later, she just about barrels into you and you both tumble to the roughly-carpeted floor. She's basically on top of you and you can feel her soft thigh planted right on your groin. Since you watched all the gamer girlish changes, you're still rather hard and you can tell she knows, as she scrambles to get off you. Her breasts only invade your chest area for a moment, but you can feel her nipples are rock hard through her bra.
Unable to form any other words, she just nervously squeaks "sorry" apologies before dashing off and out of the store. You find yourself getting even harder as you get to your feet. She ticks a lot of boxes for you so far as being a cute tomboy and a clear gamer. And her awareness of what happened, while a possible problem, can easily be fixed with the flashlight, and somehow turns you on even more.
Hurrying after the escaping girl, you barely hear a comment from store manager, Ronald, as he states, "Thanks for the business." You don't question this as you hurry out. Hustling to the center of the mall near the terraced, fancier sit down restaurants, you find yourself out of breath and with no idea of where the girl has gone. Plopping down on a mall bench, you admire some of the tomboys you made earlier as you lament the cute new girl who got away.
Checking your pocket, you gasp in alarm as your flashlight is not where it should be. Rushing back to the game shop, you don't see it near where the girl knocked you over. Where could it possibly be?!