Being short on money, you resign to having to buy everything you can from the thrift shop, with the hope of saving enough cash for all the debts and money draining stuff life enjoys throwing at people for some reason.
You've been searching for a particularly hard item to find in these kind of stores. A brief day of greasy food left some very nasty spots in your face, and despite your best efforts to wash the nasty stuff away, the skin on your face is stubborn and remains oily. You've heard wonders about those famous sheet masks from friends and family, and occasionally from these annoying influencers...
You fumble about this for a while, what a bunch of useless pricks, bragging their money and stuff on the internet, their only worry being promoting dumb shit and looking pretty for the camera, bet they never worked a day of their life and will probably live comfortably as spoiled little pieces of c-
You don't watch where you're walking and soon bump against a shelf, and...
There they are! The famous facial masks.
Picking one of the bags up and throwing it into the shopping basket you've been holding all this lazy morning of shopping, you move to the register and prepare to end another tortuous day of errands.
A hour later, you finally arrive at home. What a tiring day, you think to yourself. You live in a small, cramped flat, and you barely have enough space to fit a TV and a sofa in the living room. Eating the many greasy snacks you bought and watching TV shows and videos are one of the only things thrilling enough to keep some semblance of sanity in the life of a regular young adult. Your rather calm night is interrupted by a very obnoxious ad in the video platform. Of course, unskippable and about half a hour long, worst of all, it's some god awful vlog of some rich asshole showing all his rich kid stuff and his huge house in LA.
Sighing, you throw the remote away and go to the bathroom. The ad made you snap out of your lazy routine, and this time could be better spent taking a shower or something.
In the bathroom, you wash your face and open one of the cabinets. The box of sheet masks is there, and you think it would be a good moment to try them out.
Picking up one of the sticky, gooey films, you place them on top of your face and let it stay there for a moment.
It's cold and feels quite disgusting, but you do this for your own good, you think. To deal with the boredom, you just check your social media for the moment.
Unknowingly to you, the mask begins to glow slightly; one of the many curses of the thrift store have taken hold of it, and you'll be it's next victim...
You don't notice your skin becoming incredibly silky smooth, all body hair falling off and every imperfection being removed. Soon, your whole body tightens, your height changes to 5'10, and your physique becomes toned, but slender, developing wiry, dense muscles that give you a lithe appearance.
Your feet grow a little, toes lengthening but becoming slender, and so does the rest of your feet, they're boyish, although delicate looking.
Your toenails extend an inch, and get a delicate, shiny coating. Their tips get painted white, and acrylic white and pink flowers form on top of your big toenails. Your feet wouldn't look out of place in a model's, but you haven't realized yet, it just feels itchy.
Soon, your legs lengthen and become even more toned, anyone would say they're the legs of a beautiful dancer, they lift your height up to 6'.
Your hips remain blocky, but expand outwards, soon followed by your rear, which expands with a pleasurable feel into a toned, perky, round bubble butt.
Your waist crunches inwards slightly, giving you a faint, although blocky hourglass figure. Your abs are easily visible and look clean and smooth.
Your chest follows, narrowing a bit, before having your pecs expanding slightly with muscle. Now you have a slim waist, a petite chest, and perky pecs with nipples that widen and become pink and sensitive right away.
You instinctively leave your hips rest slightly tilted, hand on a hip, butt and chest pushing out. Dang guuurl, show that tasty bod.
Your neck gets thinner, and your Adam apple gets less pronounced, giving you a softer, sweet and fruity voice. Your shoulders get narrower, and soon fits the rest of your dainty body.
Up next, your arms slim down, and gain the usual faint muscle that keeps you pretty and toned.
Although you've been unaware of the changes up until now, the next one can't elude you.
Your hand with which you're holding the phone slims down and becomes dainty, although boyishly large, soon, you feel a throbbing sensation in your fingertips, as your nails extend and you gain 3 inch long acrylic nails, they're a skin pink color, got flower sculpts on them and got gems engraved in them. "Diamonds sissstaa" your mind shouts.
You of course take notice of this, and throw your phone on the counter. "Uhh, like, what the fuck-?" you complain in your effeminate voice. You look down at your smooth, lithe body, wiggling your perfectly pedicured toenails. "Aw, what the fuck happened to my toeeeesies!" you groan in a high, highly accentuated voice.
In a rush, you go back to the mirror and get shocked when you see your hair. It's trimmed and cut short on the sides, but a high, silky, and cute mass of hair is left in the middle. You try to use your clumsy nails to get rid of the sheet mask, but it's way too difficult. You groan in an extremely effeminate manner and stomp the ground as you get frustrated, but you get a hold with your new hands and quickly remove the mask.
What you see in the mirror leaves you in shock. A beautiful, androgynous face, your jaw is square and slightly boyish, but your lips are full and delicate, and your nose is straight, perfect, and dainty. Your eyes are the most beautiful shade of blue, your straight, dark, waxed eyebrows raise and your long, natural eyelashes blink as you stare at your own reflection with your mouth wide open. Your teeth impossibly bright, clean and shiny, although the same could be said for the rest of you.
Touching your face with your manicured hand you're still in disbelief. "Oh. My. God. Gurl. I'm like- stunning. I'm like- a fucking goddess..."
You feel huge amounts of confidence fill your brain, you close your eyes as new traits add on to yours. A new flamboyant personality taking over, you're becoming much more outgoing, but also, charismatic, dominant, a total diva.
You close your eyes as you develop new memories, your first experience with makeup and pretty clothes, the anger of extremely conservative parents, sneaking out with your boyfriend- Wait. Boyfriend? You shake your head as a deep pain brings even more memories. Your teenage years. The day you come out of the closet. You open your eyes as they sparkle. "I'm gay?" you say, and as you do, thousands of images come into your mind. Muscular guys, effeminate ones like you, and many more swirl around your mind and getting engraved in it, making sure you're gay. You smile as you sit down on the toilet. Your clothes desintegrate as you get a hold of your cock. You pump it with your soft hands as more images settle in.
"Yes, it's just how I am." You pump faster "this is me" your cock then fills your whole hand and slithers out of your palms. It's growing. "I'm a-" you jerk faster, it gets paler, cleaner, silky smooth. "I'm a m-mother fucking..." As it reaches 10 inches, you appreciate it's appearance. Boyish, although effeminate and beautiful. "I'm a MOTHER FUCKING DIVA GUUUUURL!!!!" you scream in victory as you shoot rope after rope of sperm. It's shiny, bright and glittery, just like you, queen.
You pant as you close your eyes in a happy, content daze. "I fucking love being me".