To his surprise, Derrick felt Hebe's hands on his shoulders as she slowly pulled his robe from him. She cast it to the floor and he was naked. As her hands touched his sweaty bare skin, he quaked from the contact, continuing to inhale the mist, his mind swimming in lust and confusion at the weird, primal feelings. Without him noticing, his shoulders narrowed, his facial features turned more feminine and his hair lengthened to fall to his shoulders.
Her hands slowly moved down past his shoulders to his chest, and he bit his lip as the warmth in it intensified and he felt his nipples perk up. "This is the benefit of the aromatherapy," Hebe whispered. "It allows your body to take on forms it otherwise never could." Softly, her hands cupped an area around his chest that was starting to swell and form breasts, and when she pinched his nipples they swelled and widened. It surprised him how sensitive his chest felt, and how pleasurable it was to be played with like this. Within minutes, his flat chest had enlarged to soft C-cups.
"You're very pretty," Hebe smiled as she moved her hands downward again. Part of him screamed that he should want to be handsome, not pretty, but it seemed insignificant by this point- her appreciation of his changing body was something he appreciated regardless of gender. As she moved, more changes struck him. His skin seemed softer, and his figure reshaped and curved inward while his hips flared out more.
The changes affecting his body were having an effect on her mind too. His sense of identity was growing hazy, and as his form shifted from male to female, his sexual instincts were also starting to. The urge to rub his penis and cum with it was fading in favour of a need to have a void she felt inside herself filled.
Seeming to know what Derrick was experiencing, Hebe reached down and grabbed his shaft, whispering, "It's OK. The confused feelings will be over soon." He expected her to start fapping him, but instead she started rubbing his head with her thumb. He moaned in a high-pitched tone and felt his balls move inside her body, a flatter mound forming from his scrotum. Hebe's fingers moved down to rub that spot, continuing to stroke his rapidly shrinking shaft, and before long a slit had formed where she rubbed him, her fingers starting to thrust in and out of him softly.
Erika- the name her mind had chosen for her- moaned loudly as she came from Hebe's touch, her newly-formed vagina clenching against the aromatherapist's fingers and what little remained of his penis settling into place as her clit. Once she finished, panting, Hebe asked, "Was that good?"
"Yeah," Erika breathed.
"Good, because your aromatherapy session isn't over yet," grinned Hebe.