The swimsuit pulled tight as my body cracked and contorted. It was meant to be worn by a lifeguard, and that's what it wanted me to be. In seconds my maleness was erased as the swimsuit pressed my manhood and balls into my body, a fresh virgin slit carving itself into my pelvis as I placed a softening hand upon my stomach, feeling the organs within transforming. I couldn't help but moan from pleasure as the swimsuit got pulled into a wedgie by my bloating buttocks, my hips cracking wider as my entire lower body formed into an enticing womanly shape.
I was at the floor at this point, my body a slave to the will of the swimsuit. My knees scraped against the tiles as my legs lengthened, overtaken by smooth skin that shaved off all body hair, my thighs bloating with fat and muscle as my feet grew smaller and cuter, topped off with pedicured nails. The pull of the swimsuit was relentless as my pot belly was erased, fat pulled into the depths of my body as toughened abs emerged, my tummy growing lean and smooth as a swimmer's physique emerged. I wouldn't be just any lifeguard, oh no. I was to be the lifeguard to end all others, an unstoppable force when it came to safeguarding pools and beaches. Nothing would stand in my way.
The changes picked up speed, as the swimsuit wanted me to work as soon as possible. More and more lean muscles emerged, my swimming speed increasing to Olympian levels, and then beyond it. My brain throbbed as a new life was overwriting my previous one. A life lived next to the ocean, a life originating from world-class swimmers, their talent culminating within their only daughter whose amazing empathy paved the way for my career. Everyone wanted me to follow in my parent's footsteps, breaking records in pools and bringing home the gold. But I didn't care. I wanted to save lives. Grueling training beat itself into me, my lung capacity increasing as I remembered fighting against storm waves, hauling heavy dummies and practicing first aid, my mobility in water becoming inhuman. My lungs finished filling up, granting me an unbelievable 30 minutes to hold my breath underwater. But the swelling didn't stop, as my chest ballooned beneath the swimsuit, my nipples throbbing as large but firm breasts emerged from within, compressing perfectly against my body to not hinder my hydrodynamics.
The changes were almost over. My face sculpted itself into a radiant female visage, with a small nose, plump lips and expressive, sea-green eyes. My Adam's Apple sunk into my throat, my voice becoming a beautiful siren's song, soothing and relaxing. My hair fluttered as it dyed itself inky black, tickling my neck in a practical ponytail. My skin tanned, gifting me with African-American ancestry as protection against the beating sun. And finally my breasts swelled one last time, eliciting a moan in my heavenly new voice as a curious leap in evolution led to one last improvement, blush creeping to my darkened cheeks as I recalled the first life I saved, the small teenage boy gasping for air in shock. At that moment my maternal instincts awakened, and were immediately boosted as drops of milk spurted from my nipples, immediately administered to the boy as he drank deep from me, making a speedy recovery. Since then I had tried to always tried to get some "alone time" for me and my charges, addicted to the feeling of them getting better through me.
It was over, and I was left gasping on the ground, my new body thrumming powerfully. I felt the call of my post, the requirement for a perfect lifeguard. It resonated within me, along with my new name.
Aqua.