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college student male to female transformation. reality alters so everyone besides the former Boy always though he was a girl. forced to watch as his dorm room becomes more feminine. his clothes also alter becoming more feminine. his sweatpants she had changed becoming form fitting leggings that hugged her body and she watches as material slowly starts changing intro a mix of nylon and spandex. she tries to stop her sweatpants turning into leggings, she pulls on them but can only watch as the material in her now slender fingers warps from a soft fleece to a stretchy black fabric. it is so tight that he is not able to fit his hands inside the pants. she also forms a bra to hold her breasts Along with her boxers becoming panties and her shirt becomes more femmine. his body then starts to shift with him now growing breasts and his penis inverting into a vagina. tries to resist this but can not. in his mind he feels as his pronouns slowly shift from male to female with her now being unable to say her old name or call herself a man now only able to use the female name. She also releases that her sexual orientation has swapped now she only is attracted to boys. she tries to tell others of her past but is unable to..
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Prompt: college student male to female transformation. reality alters so everyone besides the former Boy always though he was a girl. forced to watch as his dorm room becomes more feminine. his clothes also alter becoming more feminine. his sweatpants she had changed becoming form fitting leggings that hugged her body and she watches as material slowly starts changing intro a mix of nylon and spandex. she tries to stop her sweatpants turning into leggings, she pulls on them but can only watch as the material in her now slender fingers warps from a soft fleece to a stretchy black fabric. it is so tight that he is not able to fit his hands inside the pants. she also forms a bra to hold her breasts Along with her boxers becoming panties and her shirt becomes more femmine. his body then starts to shift with him now growing breasts and his penis inverting into a vagina. tries to resist this but can not. in his mind he feels as his pronouns slowly shift from male to female with her now being unable to say her old name or call herself a man now only able to use the female name. She also releases that her sexual orientation has swapped now she only is attracted to boys. she tries to tell others of her past but is unable to..
Response: Protagonist's Perspective: Amid the humdrum of lecture notes, clattering sounds from the dining hall, and the fraternities' Thursday-night hullabaloo, my existence was about to take a turn I never fathomed. I woke up one surreal morning to witness that the universe was disobeying the established norms of reality. My reality. My dorm room was a sanctuary of all those magical things that held my fortitude -- my baseball card collection, a few velveteen posters of the raspy guitar heroes I worshiped, and my modest attire acutely representative of who I was as a person. Nevertheless, in just a blink, I saw it all metamorphosing. Just like waking from slumber into a hyper-vivid dream, my comfortably jumbled dorm began morphing. The posters started to shapeshift into Marilyn Monroe's classy pose, the clothes in my closet transformed into summer dresses, laces, sequins, and all, while my sweatpants transitioned into leggings. My hands trembled as I pulled at the garment, desperately attempting to prevent the inevitable transformation. Each individual thread counteracted under my now slender fingers, transforming from fleece into stretchy black spandex. The material was uncomfortably snug, tight enough to prevent my hands from slipping inside. Permeating the fear was the realization and acceptance of femininity overtaking me. My body, my biological testament of manhood, also began a transition that left no stone unturned to preserve my former gender identification. My chest area started to swell, taking a curvaceous shape while my manhood seamlessly inverted, creating a perfectly contoured vagina. I tried my utmost to push back the metamorphosis, but my willpower fell short against the tamperings of this maverick universe. My mind too was not untouched. My pronouns started to change – 'he' faded into 'she', 'his' into 'hers', and my old name lost in the labyrinth of neurons. My voice, too, became softer, harmonious, sheathed in feminine tonality. I could only answer to the name the universe designated for me. Along with my physical transformation, my perception of attractiveness shifted dramatically too. Initially, it confounded me when my heart fluttered seeing the fraternity boys passing by, my adrenaline rushing at the thoughts of their warm smiles, their muscles, rugged yet tender. Accepting this new sexual orientation was a test of my psyche as well. I tried to voice out to my friends, my professors, everyone who knew 'me' before. But words abandoned me every time, leaving me devoid of the ability to narrate my history. I existed within this new skin, terrified, but resolute that I would survive and forge my new identity within the world that so blindly accepted me as 'her.'
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