As soon as your hand leaves the enter key, your PC flickers and dies.
Hesitantly, you reach out to the monitor. If this program killed your PC you’d be pissed. As your hand nears the monitor, you start back slightly as a brief static shock passes into your hand.
You moan as an indescribable feeling of warmth flows into your being. You cannot help it as you begin to smile, basking in your internal warmth as the changes begin.
Your body is almost entirely drained of color, your skin losing imperfections and smoothening until it resembles a fresh snowbank. Your hair grows longer and thicker as it's bleached of it pigment, covering your back in voluminous fibers.
You giggle as the warmth intensifies, your shifting vocal cords blessing the room with an angelic voice. You can feel yourself shrinking, your spine cracking shorter as your manly limbs shifty into far more feminine proportions. To compensate, delicious fat is pumped into your shortening form as your buttocks and thighs swell while your hips blow out to childbearing proportions. Your ribcage shrinks while your nipples grow, soon distancing themselves from your chest as firm stores of fat and mammary glands are formed beneath them, and soon you're a proud owner of a pair of C-cup boobs that rise and fall with your steady breathing.
You were bursting, so much love and positivity flowing into your being you couldn't help but share it with the world. Your laugh brightened the room as the change swallowed your manly face, leaving behind a smooth, white, cute feminine thing, with plump lips, smooth cheeks and deep, blue eyes.
And with a final burst, the changes finished, swiftly snuffing your manhood out of existence, your abdomen tickling as a womb and ovaries grew within it, connected to a new vagina. Your new form was flooded with estrogen, and you were finally a full woman.
You took it all in. Your smooth, thin stomach. Your perky boobs, nipples standing proudly at attention. The sway of your hips as you took your first steps on small, unsteady feet. You had to see more. So you stripped your ill-fitting male clothing, blessing the world with your bare female form.
It didn't remain bare for long, though, as white threads began flowing around you, stitching themselves into a form-fitting bodysuit and boots. The fabric was tough but malleable, firmly cupping your boobs as your cleavage was left visible. This was remedied by the shawl coming in, falling around your shoulders and covering most of your torso, hiding the succulent curves beneath.
"Oh my," you exclaimed. "Seems I am done."
You twirled around, admiring your new form. It felt weird to be this small and frail, but you could also feel the agility hidden in your feminine form. And the all-encompassing warmth hadn't left anywhere, now a permanent part of you. You had to try your powers out.
On the table there was a wilting flower. You'd never had a green thumb, but now it would make an excellent test subject. You stepped closer and caressed the unlucky plant, willing the warmth inside you to flow into it.
Within seconds, the plant was rejuvenated, its petals growing back and regaining their color. It straightened up and grew a little taller, reaching for you as if you were the sun. You couldn't help but giggle at the miraculous event. You intensified the healing power, and the flower continued its growth, more petals popping in, its shaft growing thicker and it began to exude a heavenly aroma. You only stopped when you heard a distinct crack, and spotted that its roots had broken through the pot it was planted on.
Your new power astonished you. You had to share this with anyone you could, had to spread this love that was now bursting through your chest. You sought out a mirror, admiring your almost glowing pale forming, slipping on the hood as it covered your features, only the blue eyes blinking through the shadows.
“So,” you ask the reflection, “Just who are you?”
You needed a name. Something rejuvenating; Something bright; Something that anyone could utter in their time of need, knowing that help was on the way.
"I am..."
"Wellspring."