Bryan Oscar Masterson had not expected his day to turn out like this. He had expected his shift overseeing the condemned grandstand to be another eight hours of boring nothing. This part of town was derelict but uneventful. Nobody cared, and there was -- so he thought -- nothing at the grandstand that would attract ne'er-do-wells. The most he had done in a week of "work" was chase off some rambunctious kids.
Standing 6'5" and built like a tank, he found his stature useful in his current occupation. Not that he had to use force often -- it was in fact discouraged -- but most people found the bearded behemoth intimidating. He had dark brown hair, his beard was bushy and barely up to professional standards, his bare forearms tanned and hairy. His deep-set, tired eyes had also been dark brown.
They had been. As the naked weirdo waved his hand as if to literally brush him off, an arc of light shot out at him. Bryan raised his left arm to shield himself, reaching for his nightstick to ward off the "attack". His fingers never reached it however, as the light engulfed him and filled him with warm lassitude. He saw his clothes and flesh began to glow.
"What the..."
He stared at his uplifted arm, as his hand grew slender and feminine, his forearm slimmed down, hair and tan disappearing. The bulk of muscle flowing away from his limb and into his chest as the changes spread across him.
"He-ell?" His voice broke as his Adam's apple faded, and faded into a sultry moan as he felt his nipples expand and push against his shift.
"Ohh? Ohhhhh...!"
It was like he was melting. Not in a bad way -- unlike Kevin there was no pain. The closest he could compare it to was relaxing in a pool, or in bed after a hot shower. But it wasn't just tension dissipating. His whole body was running like wax and being remolded, like the massages he fantasised about but never got. From his left arm, to his chest, then his other arm and legs -- bone and muscle thinning out, thighs growing thick, the manly chest thicket disintegrating from his chest as it swelled out into large, perky boobs.
His face becoming narrow, his nose petite, his cheekbones high and prominent. His beard wiped away as his lips grew soft and sensual. His eyes taking on a wide almond shape, their irises brightening to a crystal blue, lines of stress smoothing away around them. His receding brown hair grew back in as thick, long, lustrous natural platinum blonde, falling about his now narrow shoulders. Leaving him with the face of a youthful, intelligent woman; a woman whose ears tapered up to pointed tips.
'Ohhhh... ohhhh it feels...!"
The warmth blossomed from relaxing to blissful as Bryan's sex pulled in, a womb opening up and testicles-turned ovaries settling in place; empty scrotum splitting into puffy labia, cock compacting into a pulsing clit.
"Soo goood..." She moved her arms in a daze, feeling her expansive chest and her female crotch through her clothes. Forgetting in the melty lust that she had an audience. "I... I'm a woman!"
She felt a weight lift from her. Decades of unhappiness evaporated as her new identity rooted in her brain. She was a woman, an elf woman, and she had always been. It was confusing, because she still remembered Bryan, the sad man prematurely worn-out in his forties; but she wasn't him any more.
She moaned again as her clothing shifted to something better fitting her lithe femininity. She felt a silk military bra form around her upper torso, containing and supporting her mighty bust in a vaguely erotic embrace. Her shirt became a gambeson and a coat of fine elven mail formed over it, both falling to her thighs. Her company vest turned into a blue surcoat, the blazon of a pair of crossed golden swords stretching over her bosom. Her security guard cap morphed into a steel helm, complete with cheek- and nose-guards that gave her face an extra sharpness, her silver-gold hair spilling out from beneath it. Her pants became form-fitting leather dyed purple, tucked into trim black leather boots shod with steel. She gained gauntlets to match; and a short, waist-length cape, a rich purple like her trousers, materialised around her shoulders.
Completing the ensemble, her nightstick grew into a longsword, scabbard hanging from her belt, which was now black leather with a gilded buckle. Alongside it hung a pouch, heavy with the former contents of her pockets.
The light faded away, together with the melty arousal; leaving behind a slender, lightly muscled and pleasantly top-heavy elven guadrswoman. Her skin smooth, pale and flawless, not a hair on her except for her flowing platinum locks and delicate eyebrows and long lashes. While not nearly as big as the hulk she had been, she still stood tall at 6'1".
Bemused now, she stopped feeling herself up; she couldn't feel too much through the steel mesh and padded tunic anyway. And she recalled the strange man who had started this. Blushing faintly, she looked up.
Her blushed deepened as she saw the guy now sported a raging boner, a fat six inches arching almost straight up against his beer gut.