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Wing-it for bluedraconicknight.bsky.social and geckone.bsky.social Poor Blue saving Geckone from being pelted in the head with a sharp moon stone, and getting nothing but guff. 😔
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#My Art#Commission#Wing-it#Transformation#TFSequence#Furry#Anthro#Nidoking#Nidoqueen#TGTF#bustyboy#Bwompy
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the first five pages of girl pop :3
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Boy form is good for sleeping 💤
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A Bimbophi inspired tgtf bimbofication~ really love their work with the before and afters~
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Hypnovisor: Beta Test (TGTF, Hypno)
James had always been a tech super-fan. The newest phone, newest headphones, shiniest laptop, he had to stay abreast of and on top of the current trends. So when he read about some fancy new VR company that wanted beta testers for a headset, provided for free (minus shipping), his vision blurred and he signed up before he even considered finishing reading the ad.
Three weeks of anticipation and waiting passed until his doorbell finally rung, accompanied by the corresponding buzz of an email notification on his phone. Scrambling from his couch he flung the apartment door open, and to his mild surprise saw that the postman was nowhere in site. There was just a nondescript cardboard box labelled "Fragile", which fortunately bore none of the expected dents and scratches one would associate with the postal service and delicate freight. Practically bouncing with undignified delight, James scooped his parcel up and dashed back inside, barely remembering to lock the door behind him.
The headset looked even better than he had imagined. Sleek plastic curves surrounded a central visor that was just translucent enough to see through, meaning you could walk around safely if you turned a program's opacity down. It fit beautifully when he tried it on, more comfortable than anything he'd ever worn. Wearing it felt wonderful and... right, somehow. His only complaint was that the black headset was decorated in hot pink highlights, although it still looked futuristic enough to sooth his fragile masculinity. His roommate and best friend Erik certainly agreed, interspersing James' insightful comments with appropriate "Ooh's" and "Aah's". Waiting for the battery to charge seemed to take a thousand years, although chatting with each other about what it could do replaced their boredom with swiftly growing excitement.
Two hours later, a soft buzz from the headset in the corner signified its charge was complete. Erik cheered, his sandy-blonde hair bouncing behind him, and even James couldn't suppress a soft whoop of excitement. Erik unplugged it and handed it to James with a flourish and a bow, who accepted it with a suitable stuffy speech. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but he was so giddy with anticipation he felt he could match Erik's goofiness for once. The advertisement had promised unmatched realism, a luxurious fit, and cutting-edge, groundbreaking technology. Normally James would have discounted claims like that as corporate claptrap, but the headset fit so well he actually believed the rest of it.
Booting up the headset brought a perky, relaxing jingle in his ears and wall of settings text in his vision. He would have read it, but between his own excitement and Erik's infectious enthusiasm he left the settings on default and skipped to the main menu. The feedback for the buttons was amazing, it felt just like he was pressing down on them whenever he touched one! Another little jingle sounded as he confirmed his choices, and a few games and applications bubbled up into his view, imposed over a hot pink background.
"So Erik, what do you think I should try," James asked. "We've got a music player, interior design app, some sorta idle monster game, and a few RPG's." "Surely try out the RPG's man! You've gotta see that high-definition you were yammering about when we called." Erik's voice came back surprisingly muffled, as if he was speaking down a long tunnel. "Bro, I can barely hear you, the noise-cancelling on this headset's insane! It's like I'm in a world of my own!" James took a deep breath, recovering a little of his composure. "Alright, an RPG it is. Fantasy, sci-fi, or modern day?" "Go fantasy! You know we've both got a thing for elf chiiiicks. Hell, with the kind of feedback you were telling me about, you might even get to grab her" Erik's distant voice sounded playful, with a ting of desire and jealousy. And it did make James hard, at the thought of getting to look and squeeze and fondle some busty elf bitch, made entirely to his wishes~
To James' horror a quiet moan escaped his lips, accompanied by faint hysterical laughter from his friend. Brushing it off angrily, he slammed the icon for 'Silverflame: A Magical Journey' (the button felt like thick moss to his touch). Instantly a soft flute begun to play in his ears, accompanied by the gentle lull of a harp and a quiet sparkling. James felt himself relax, all the tension draining out of his body. Erik must have noticed too, because James heard his laughter die down to be replaced with a slightly concerned silence. "Don't worry man," James said, "music's just really pretty..." He trailed off with a slight giggle, but heard Erik give an affirmative just before a silky, sultry voice started to speak.
"Welcome traveler, to the beautiful world of Silverflame. An untamed paradise where strange beasts roam the land, noble adventurers go forth in search of treasure, and the most wonderful magic [James shuddered] is woven. You are the latest brave, beautiful heroine [Heroine? Shouldn't I get to choose my character's gender first?] to step foot into this land. But first, tell us a bit about who you really are."
Pink sparkles rained across the screen, superimposing his view of a vibrant meadow with a series of stats. Physique, IQ, Wisdom, and Charisma, fairly standard stuff. And next to it, a human man with a blank, slightly happy expression on his face [...did he look familiar?]. James gasped, he looked just like a real person! Erik was suitably impressed by this information, and urged him to pick some stats so he can get to the body modification. "You can always change them later man, might as well pick a couple of stats now and get a move on. Sounds like you're not gonna get to pick your gender for a while, which kinda sucks. Buuut if we're being horny about this, you might as well go for a slut scaffold so you make less changes later." James chuckled at this, remembering the build they discussed one night while both sloshed beyond belief. For this game it would be high Physique and Charisma, low IQ and Wisdom. James touched the slider for Physique, and gasped as he felt himself feel... better than he had in a long time.
Not trusting his senses any more, and worrying about Erik being exposed to whatever was happening from the other side of the headset, James brushed off his concerned questions (which he could barely hear now, past the soothing, soothing, music) and suggested he went to the toilet, since he'd been holding it in since he got here. Erik grumbled at missing out, but mercifully left. James was actively sweating from what just went through his body, but couldn't muster the energy or concentration to feel the level of panic he knew he should be. The music was just so, so calming, that fear was harder to feel than usual. The prompt told him he still had to change two more stats, so he decided to turn down Wisdom. He gasped again and his vision went blurry, and when it cleared he felt a bit, fuzzier? In the head. But it wasn't too bad, in fact it was perfectly manageable. He felt even calmer now, so maybe changing another stats would make him feel better. Why not IQ? He tapped the slider.
He groaned as an immense pressure wrapped around his brain. Thoughts, aspirations, memories felt like they were melting from his head faster than they appeared. The pressure seemed like it lasted forever, but eventually it trailed off and he was left panting in his chair. It had felt, really good? Like, tots good, even. James giggled to himself. Something was different about him, but he couldn't think what. Oh well, it'll probably come to him later. He squealed in delight as he realized he could get a step closer to the body modification page, although he looked longingly at the IQ slider. He could come back to it later, for now it was time to make his super-hot elf slut a body!
James clapped to himself with delight as a cute little melody played, a shower of sparkles spiraled [spiraled...] across the screen, and the man on the side moved to the center of the screen. "Firstly", the sultry voice said, "choose what race you want to be." That was an easy choice. He clicked on the 'Elf' button, and shivered as he felt tingles run through his body, intensifying in his ears. Reaching up to touch them, he inhaled as he felt long, pointed tips. In fact, his whole body seemed a bit slimmer. This doesn't quite feel right... he thought. Oh I know! It must be making me an elf too! Maybe we'll be in a party together! Between the strange fuzziness and the pulsating heat in his groin, James quickly flicked to the next page and made his choices. Long, silver hair, gorgeous big purple eyes, and some giant perky lips. "Combination unlocked!" the narrator exclaimed, "+1 Charisma, -1 Wisdom!" James giggled again as the mental fog settled a little tighter around his brain and naughty thoughts about cute girls and boys filled his brain. Boys? Well I guess I've never minded swinging both ways... This felt natural to him, because of course he'd always been bisexual. Next screen!
"Choose your voice young heroine," the woman commanded. James felt a little strange, like her voice was echoing around his head. And why were the sparkles still there, spinning and spinning around the screen. He felt confused, but knew he had to obey that voice. He picked the sexiest combination for his own voice; high pitched, breathy, perky. "Combination unlocked! +1 Charisma, -1 Int." He moaned as that wonderful pressure wrapped his brain and his weekend plans changed to eyeing hunks at the beach. Girls were cool and all, but men had always been more interesting to him [and their pulsing, hard...].
"Now heroine, can you tell me: Are you a girl, or a boy?" The question sent shock waves through his brain. He was a he... right? Why did it feel like there was some longing, some need to acknowledge the woman in him... her? The fog, the music, the spirals, all the feelings he had been having, James could hardly think. Maybe he should think less. Being a girl sounded fun, it's just a character after all. And he needed to be sexy. "Wonderful choice young lady! Now, are you a dominatrix, a super-switch, or a bimbo slut?" Bimbo slut~ James giggled as the words echoed in her brain. She was a bit of a slut, now that she thought about it. It felt odd to pick it, but why not for funsies? "Bimbo slut selected! Wonderful choice, just wonderful. Hold still while your stats are adjusted, and then we'll begin on giving you the perfect, sexy body you've always wanted."
The spirals filled her view and began increasing in speed. James was taken aback at first, but quickly felt oddly calm and receptive to that sultry voice.
"Physique +1, Physique +1, Physique +1." James felt wonderful, like every ache and blemish in his body had faded away.
"Wisdom -1, Wisdom -1." Thinking was fuzzy, but Jamella felt so content she didn't care.
"Charisma +1, Charisma +1, Charisma +1, Charisma +1. Charisma +1." Jamella gasped as visions of sexy men, pecs and abs and juicy, throbbing cocks filled her mind. A desperate heat filled her, and she began touching her groin against her will to try and ease it.
"IQ -1." She moaned, feeling light.
"IQ-1." Empty. She was so, wonderfully empty.
"IQ -1." This was like, so much funsies! She didn't know what was going on, but everything felt so nice~
"IQ -1. Congratulations Ella, you now have the 'Bimbo Slut' build."
Ella giggled absently. Thinking was like, so hard, and she felt like, so hard~. The fun spirals had disappeared... But the nice lady was talking to her again! With great effort, she listened in. "Now that your mental changes are complete, it's time for the physical changes!" Ella rubbed her thighs together and cheered in excitement. She couldn't wait to have more fun! "Unless you choose so now, the process will be au-to-ma-tic [...why was she using such big words?]. You can choose to take over at any time, or wait until the end and adjust as you please [...please. That word felt funny in her brain]".
"No user input detected. Body adjustment commencing."
A nice shiver went through Ella's body as she felt her headset warm against her face. Looking at the boring young man she'd begun to customize (her reflection, of course), she couldn't wait to begin! She sighed happily as waves of pretty silver hair drifted into her view and cascaded down her back. It felt especially nice against her smooth, soft skin, and she couldn't help but gently shake her head to watch it sway. A cool feeling brought her attention to her face, and the alluring amethyst eyes now set in it. Her face itself became much more elegant [but cutesy, too!], and she puckered her lips as a lovely pressure made them swell and bulge out, giving her a sexy and kissable pout [the boys'll love this look! boys~]. She felt herself shrink a few centimeters, gulping as her Adam's apple disappeared into her body. In fact, her whole body had become even more slender, with narrow shoulders, adorably small hands [pretty purple nails!], and a tiny little waist. She gasped, then clasped her hands over her mouth in delight. Her voice was so high and cutesy! She couldn't stop herself from giving out tiny, high-pitched giggles, just to hear how cute she was!
"Basic body structure altered. Adjusting outfit in preparation for primary and secondary sexual characteristics."
Ella ooh'ed appreciatively as a stream of sparkles enveloped her body. And when they disappeared, she squealed in delight! Her drab t-shirt and denim shorts were gone! In their place was a beautiful silver mini-dress that shimmered like starlight when she moved. She frowned in vexation, though. The plunging chest and shoulder-less design was very pretty, but her chest was flat! [shouldn't I have tiddies? The boys won't like me like this...] And the way it clung to her waist and hips would have been sexy, but as it was there was barely any difference between them! Her ass wasn't nearly big enough to justify how the dress cut off barely past it, and with how tight the fabric was Ella could see how achingly hard she was [wait, why do I have a cock? I'm supposed to get cock! In my mouth, in my ass, in my tight little pussy~]. It wasn't right!
"Thank you for your patience sweetie. Optimal figure calculated. Prepare for adjustment of sexual characteristics."
Ella let out a moan as a wave of heat and pleasure washed over her. With how horny she was she could barely keep her eyes open, but she knew she wanted to watch herself become the sexy little [cum] slut she was meant to be [I want it... I want to be~]. The heat settled in her hips, her ass, and her chest, and she moaned again as the changes begun.
Her nipples grew first, more than doubling in size and stiffening through the soft fabric of her dress. Tentatively touching them induced a gasp of pleasure [so nice~] and sent her rocking backwards. The motion made her giggle, because in that time she'd grown a cute pair of B-cup breasts that jiggled when she rocked. Jiggle makes me giggle. I like giggling. I like jiggling. Ella nodded thoughtfully to herself, feeling very wise. Her boobies grew to C-cups. She jiggled some more. She giggled some more.
A tightness around her hips distracted Ella from her tiddies. They were growing! She groaned as fabric and flesh tightened around them, too euphoric to feel pain. Sliding her hands from her waist to her hips made her squeal happily. She had such a sexy hourglass figure, she knew any girl worth her money would be jealous [and the boys would wanna hold me and squeeze me and fuck me raw]. Thighs thickening dramatically in response to her growth, she slapped her ass in impatience. Why won't it get bigger already!
But get bigger it did, swelling out in response to her touch. She fell forward as sheer pleasure blanketed her mind and weakened her knees. Squishing her boobies against the ground made her feel even nicer, until she was panting and moaning for somebody to help, to hit her again and make her bigger~
A slap landed on her booty, and she groaned in delight as it and her thighs swelled again. More. More! I NEED MORE! She moaned in ecstasy as blow after blow landed, making her swell and grow and grow and swell and feel so gooooood! Her tits inflated to D, then E-cups [good for the boys. I can jiggle so well for them~]. Her hips widened and thighs thickened, until she looked ridiculously large compared to her waist [ridicu... ridic... really, really sexy...] And her ass kept growing, and growing, and growing and growing and growing and growing! Tighter! Around my cock! Cock... I... oh~ Too... too... much! Too much! I'm~ I'm!
OooOOoOoOOooOoOoooOOOOOHHH~
Ella screamed in delight as she came, just cumming and cumming and cumming her tiny little brain out.
"Wisdom -1. IQ -1. Charisma +1. Charisma +1."
She was desperate, humping against the ground as the flow of cum abated from her cock. Everything she had been was flowing out of her messy stupid brain, and everything that she should be was coming in. Boys... Cock... Need fuck... Breed~ I'm such a dumb little cum slut~ She giggled to herself.
"Final adjustment required."
Ella stood up shakily, the bottom of her dress a cum-soaked mess. She squealed with delight as the mental fog settled even tighter and she felt an intense heat in her groin. She could see the tops of nipples trying to break free from her dress, and could feel the air drift over her ass, which had mostly escaped the fabric in her growth. So sexy. Hehe~ Boy can take me~ Don't even need dress off~ Thinking hard... Her ass and hips had pulled up so much fabric that her cock was visible now, deflating and still leaking from her orgasm, but she gasped in pleasure as it began rising up again. And, as she felt something long and hard brush her booty [cock? Boys? Fuck?].
A pressure like hands on her shoulders forced her to her knees, and she whimpered in desire as she felt an unseen cock touch her cheek. At the same time, something began intensely stimulating her own. She reflexively opened her mouth in a moan, but was cut off as she felt the cock shove inside [Feels~ Feels!].
All thought stopped.
Her mind was blank, full of pleasure and desire and happiness. Her cock felt good like it never had before, and the dick in her mouth tasted wonderful~ This was what Ella was made for, what she was meant to be. Feeling good, feeling sexy, feeling a pleasant emptiness that could only be filled with cock. Her haze reached a crescendo. Dimly she was aware of her own cries of ecstasy, muffled by the cock fucking her mouth and mind, as she came harder than she even had before. And as she came, her dick shrunk with each spurt until it went inside her [inside me!]. The cock withdrew from her mouth, filling her with a desperate longing. Emma moaned for her unseen hero, then gasped as she felt him once more. And blinked in surprise as the pretty meadow and her sexy reflection disappeared.
She was kneeling on the floor of an unfamiliar room. Shaking off a little of her confusion [don't need know much anyways...], she gasped as the tell-tale smell of pre-cum filled her nose. There was a man standing in front of her!
Sandy-blonde hair. Body like a surfer hunk! Naked. With a massive, sexy cock, dripping with her saliva and it's own juices. Ella moaned in desire, falling on all fours. Visibly trembling with lust, he tenderly cupped her cheek and slowly moved behind her.
Touching her with his [cock!].
Ever so gently, on the edge of her [...pussy!!!!]
He rammed inside her, and she screamed as an absolute feeling of rightness, of sexiness and pleasure and single-minded happiness rushed through her [MORE! HARDER! COCKKKK~]. Riding his dick she felt herself go into a trance, with nothing, absolutely nothing, disturbing her feelings. Ever. This was right. Ella moaned and surrendered to herself, drifting away on her lover's cock and mindless pleasure.
#hypnosis#tgtf#brain drain#breast expansion#hip expansion#ass expansion#hypnok1nk#bimboification#expansion#ally's kinks
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Salem Synergy! (Sketch)
Sometimes I just wanna be a furry boy with boobs. Is that so much to ask? Count them, not one, but two Salems for @wolfertinger666
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Dress Test
Make sure you know what your girlfriend wants help with before you agree!
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约稿 by midsummer
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plush bunny girlified
commission for bluedraconic on twitter
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Making Silly Cindy
My subject today wanted to fulfil a fantasy that had captured his heart for a little while: being transformed into a clowngirl.
He honoured me the choice to name his new form and after discussing what makes him tick, we settled on turning him into the sweet Silly Cindy, a cute and giggly ditzy clown who loves to please especially when she's dressed in pink.
He waited a whole week for the session, the poor thing. He was adorable when I asked him how excited he was now the time had come, his wide grin audible in his answer.
After bringing him down and putting him on my lap, I wove some protective spells within him first so he always had failsafes if something felt off.
It was then I began to work on the transformation spell.
I first brought his focus to his chest, and his heart, a burst of happiness striking it like one of Cupid's arrows. Excitement and giggles bubbling up like the fizziest drink.
The excitement expands, as his chest begins to swell, a delightful new weight to feel growing into breasts.
Then the excitement explodes out like firework, widening his hips, and going right to his head.
Pretty pink thoughts, clad in harlequin print, begin to dance in his mind as his face feels the makeup starting to settle on his skin.
The cherry on top, two bouncy pigtails tied with pink ribbons.
I also gave him another little treat, that when he is Silly Cindy she has a special little extra transformation.
All I need to do is sing the tune of Pop Goes the Weasel, and she feels an anticipation build in her tummy until I sing the final line and SPROING! she turns into a happy and mindless Cindy-in-the-Box! Gently bobbing in her chair with her gloved hands outstretched, a big perma-grin on her face.
We had a little chat after the trance, and he loved how deep he went this time, much deeper than in his intro session.
Then I spoke the phrase for his transformation.
A giggle burst from her lips as she turned into Silly Cindy. She was so happy to see me, and was so excited to tell me how she felt.
She loved her new body, and spent a little time running her hands over herself. Then she asked me an adorable question.
"Shall I put my dress on?"
Sure enough, Silly Cindy graced me with her wonderfully pink and pretty clown dress, complete with ruffles and frills, puffball sleeves, and cute jingly headband!
She adored how she filled out the dress, and couldn't help but jingle the headband.
She was a bundle of giggles and squees until I began to sing that song.
Her breath caught in her throat.
Each repetition turning the handle on her box more and more and more and more and-
SPROING
Now she was just a toy. Nothing but a thing, fulfilling its purpose of being played with. The bells gently jingling with each bob and bounce on her spring.
When our session came to an end and Silly Cindy had gone back into her big top tent, my subject was just so overjoyed. He adored every moment, and just felt so happy.
Sessions like these make me so happy. Not only do I feel that satisfaction of bringing a fantasy to life, but I now have a lovely new toy to play with~
#saphiposting#mtf dom#hypnodomme#hypnosis#hypnotized#erotichypnosis#trance#clown girl#clown transformation#genderbend#tgtf#saphi's sessions#queue#permagrin
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Commission for Trampoline Frenzy of their fan character, Ralph!
#misfits in toyland#fan character#commission#sketches#my art#original character#not my oc#tgtf#transformation#toyfolk#tg transformation#princess#doll#cw sui mention
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Wing-it for Bluedraconic
Warning: Do not stick anything in the technical machine other than Pokeballs. Do not look too closely while the technical machine is switched on
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#My Art#Commission#Wing-it#transformation#transformation sequence#anthro pokemon#furry#anthro#mantine#anthro azumarill#bwompy#tgtf
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Brendan and Nate eat stolen brownies while trying to bake cupcakes and find some unexpected results. I did this comic earlier this year with a goal of, I think, a page done every other day. I got it done within that time limit but it was way too tight of a turnaround. I learned a lot from it and I'm still proud of it!
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Boy to lopunny complete sequence by Flechitas
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Swap!
#furry#pawberry#kemono#furry art#ケモノ#メスケモ#commissions#オスケモ#suggestive#tgtf#tftg#transformation#transfur
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No Suit
Steve Smith tried not to fidget. He was dressed in business casual clothes, and seated in a plain folding chair in the hallway outside an office.
He wasn’t alone. Several other job candidates were in other chairs, each and every last one of them wearing some form of suit and tie.
Even their haircuts looked more professional. The haircut on the guy across from him probably had its own bachelor’s degree.
Steve didn’t own a suit. He had thought most business people didn’t wear them anymore, and besides which, he couldn’t afford one! He wasn’t at a job interview because he was rolling in cash!
Should he have borrowed one? Would a suit fitted for someone else have been better than none at… AT…
CHOO!
Steve abruptly sneezed, and it was a hell of a thing. At the apex of the sneeze, Steve’s hair exploded into longer, wavy orange hair that framed his now freckled, feminine face.
The outfit he was so worried about burst into scraps, and reformed as a two piece bikini covering his newly slender, feminine figure.
“Covering”, perhaps, being a generous way of putting it, but more modesty than none was preserved.
A striped orange cat tail with alarmed fur sprouted, a hole in the bikini bottom accommodating it. His ears became big and cat-like with orange fur and black stripes, and were higher on his head than made any sense.
His hands were now covered in over-sized cat paw mittens with stuffing to maintain their big paw shape, and the slippers that had replaced his shoes and socks matched.
Mercifully, no gross remnants from his sneeze seemed to remain.
“NYAH!” Steve the catgirl meowed with alarm in a newly feminine voice, looking down at his new cleavage, tail, and all the rest of it. He pawed awkwardly at the top of his head with mitten-clad hands, confirming the cat ears.
This sort of thing happened to people sometimes, and there were plenty of ways to reverse it later if he liked, but why NOW of all times?!
His competition did their best to remain professional, but even they couldn’t hide snickers and general looks of amusement.
Steve had no idea what to do. Should he prioritize removing the mittens? How would he even do that? With his teeth?
Absentmindedly, his tongue investigated the inside of his mouth. His canines definitely felt bigger now.
The door to the office opened, and a professional-looking woman leaned out, her eyes on a tablet. “Steve Smith?”
“Meow… I mean, here…” Steve replied, a mitten-paw raised awkwardly.
The woman looked at Steve with surprise. “Oh dear. I assume this just happened?”
Steve nodded.
Without hesitation, she replied. “We won’t hold a sudden transformation against you, but if you’d rather reschedule, that would be fine.”
“You… You’re not bothered by…?” Steve, not knowing how to finish that sentence, shook his hands a bit while moving his tail.
She shook her head, smiling. “I get how it is. I turned into a hippo lady in the middle of a presentation last week. I WISH I’d wound up in an outfit that modest.”
Steve blushed a little, then stood, his tail and ears up. Everything seemed a little bigger than before as he looked up at the pleasant woman. “Well, then, I suppose there’s no reason to put it off!”
“Great! We like people who can roll with the punches.” As they entered the office, she added “so what pronouns do you prefer?”
“I… THINK he-him?”
Later, Stephanie the catgirl learned she got the job.
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