Jeff, or rather Jamie in her new body, was sitting at her computer trying to figure out what to do. She knew she couldn’t stop the transformation but if she chills just hang on to the Chronivac...
“That’s it!” She said to herself. She found the text box and started typing. As soon as she hit enter, she watched as the Chronivac disappeared. A notification appeared on her phone, and she smiled as she realized that the Chronivac app was now installed.
“Now I’ll always have it on me.” She said to herself. She rubbed her throat; she was still shocked her her new voice. She lay down in her bed, slowly drifting to sleep...
Jamie had intense dreams, filled with lesbian bimbos, all of them having sex with her. Jamie could hear voices in the dream, the high pitched, airheaded sounds somehow extremely comforting. At first, she didn’t know what they were saying, but the voices became clearer and clearer. A beautiful bimbo was looking her in the eyes as she said it: “Like, you totes made us! You should, like, join us! You’ll be wayyyy happier! *giggle*”
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Jamie woke up early the next day with no memories of her dreams. “Huh. Weird.” She muttered to herself. She got up and dressed, finding it incredibly strange how easily she was able to put on her bra. She looked at herself in the mirror; she was wearing a knee length skirt and a navy sweater with flat shoes. Jamie looked at her new face; if she was still a guy, she’d definitely find herself attractive. “In fact, if I saw myself out there now, I’d definitely find myself attractive...” she said to herself. She also realized that she was finally starting to get used to her new voice; even in her head, she couldn’t hear her old, masculine voice anymore - or even think of herself as male.
Putting these thoughts aside, she headed downstairs to see her mom cooking and Sarah sitting at the table, twirling her long, blonde hair. Jamie couldn’t keep her eyes off of Sarah’s huge tits - feeling herself getting aroused, she quickly sat down and tried to distract herself.
“Like, hey! Ready to go to the mall and stuff?” Sarah said.
“Yep!” Jamie said with a bit of fake enthusiasm.
Diane sat next to her. The three started to chat about their upcoming day...
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Jamie had been at the mall for about two hours. She was sitting by herself on a bench, relaxing and keeping watch of the many masculine-ish clothes she had bought that fit her new body, courtesy of her mother’s credit card. Sarah and Diane had wandered off, telling her to meet them later on when they were ready to go.
Jamie was looking at her phone when she felt a shift and a wave of vertigo. This soon turned into an extremely pleasurable and intense feeling; her body began to shift. She watched in awe as her B cup breasts quickly expanded to F cups, her clothes changing with them. The sleeves of her sweater began to retract as the formerly modest top became a much more revealing V neck t shirt. Her rear and hips expanded next, growing proportionate to her much larger breasts. Her skirt began to shrink, shortening until it was about halfway up her thick thighs. Her underwear changed from a relatively boring peach colored pair to a sexy purple pair, her bra becoming a push up bra. Her flat shoes grew into three inch heels. Her hair lightened, becoming a honey blonde color as opposed to the dark brown it was before. Her face changed, becoming more beautiful and covered in an extreme amount of makeup, her lips puffing up dramatically. Reality began to change around her; her bag became a much louder red instead of the subtle black one she’d had before; the clothes she’d bought went from tomboyish to extremely feminine (with some being downright slutty,) and her phone changed from being a normal iPhone with a clear case to a much larger iPhone with a pink case.
Jamie held her head as the mental changes started. Her IQ dropped pretty significantly, from 110 to 90. Her libido increased to 3 times what it had been, filling her mind with lustful thoughts about other bimbos. The feeling of her mind changing wasn’t necessarily painful, but it was intense. The intense pressure turned to extreme amounts of pleasure.
“Gotta... hold... on” she said to herself as the wave began to subside. How could she even begin to face the third wave if the second one felt so good?
Finally, it stopped.
“Like... it’s over?” She said aloud. She cringed hearing herself use the word “like” in a sentence and at her voice - which had changed once again. It was much more breathy and slightly more high pitched.
She got up, grabbing her now ultra feminine clothes, and walked into a bathroom, not even noticing how easy it was for her to walk in high heels or the way that her hips now swayed.
As soon as she got into the bathroom, she looked into a mirror. “Damn... I’m fucking hot.” She thought to herself. “But I have to hold on and remember who I was. Being a bimbo’s awesome, but... it’s not me! Right?”
However, another thing was at the forefront of her mind. She could see her hard nipples poking through the fabric of her top and it reminded her of something - she was horny! She looked down at the app... she could easily find a hot girl to fuck, couldn’t she?