"Starting... now," Veronica says, tapping her phone screen. The timer begins:
00:00.00.
Your skin flushes hot, then cold, then hot again. Every droplet of water from the shower suddenly feels like it's sizzling against your flesh. Your entire epidermis tingles like it's being peeled off and replaced, cell by cell.
"Oh, it's happening fast," Veronica whispers, her eyes wide. "Look at your skin, baby."
00:01.45
You glance down at your arms. The tan you worked so hard for all summer is literally fading before your eyes, like someone is erasing it with a cosmic pencil eraser. Your skin blanches to an alabaster white, so pale you can see the blue veins beneath pulsing with alarming speed.
"Fuck," you gasp, but your voice already sounds wrong--higher, breathier.
00:03.27
A grinding sensation starts in your bones. Your height begins to decrease, not gradually but in sickening lurches. The world seems to rise up around you as your perspective shifts downward. Your skeleton is literally compressing, bones grinding against each other like tectonic plates during an earthquake.
"You're getting so tiny," Veronica says with delight, circling you. "I'm going to be taller than you!"
00:05.89
Your fingers spasm and contract, the bones shrinking, skin reshaping. Your hands become smaller, more delicate before your eyes. Your nails lengthen slightly and darken, turning a glossy black as if being painted by an invisible manicurist.
"Those are going to look so cute wrapped around a game controller," Veronica comments, holding her own perfectly manicured hand against yours for comparison.
00:07.32
The sensation in your groin starts as a tingle, then intensifies to a strange pulling. Your cock--still semi-hard from the shower sex--begins to retract, not shrinking exactly, but inverting. It feels like someone has grabbed your penis from the inside and is slowly pulling it backward into your body. Your balls tighten and rise, the scrotal sac flattening and splitting with a sensation like fabric tearing.
"Oh my god," you gasp, hands flying to your crotch.
"Don't touch!" Veronica slaps your hands away. "Just let it happen. Trust me, you don't want to interfere."
00:09.56
The inversion accelerates. Your glans--the head of your cock--seems to fold inward, nerve endings screaming in confusion as it recedes into your body, transforming into a swollen nub that you instinctively recognize as a clitoris. The shaft continues inverting, creating a tunnel-like sensation, tissue rearranging to form a vaginal canal. Your testicles are now completely inside your body, the strange vacuum-like sensation continuing as they migrate upward, reshaping into ovaries.
"There goes your manhood," Veronica narrates, her voice low and fascinated. "Right up inside you where it belongs for the next two weeks."
00:12.71
Your hips crack and grind as they widen dramatically. The bones actually rotate outward, creating a wider pelvic cradle. Fat deposits begin forming instantaneously, padding your new hip structure with soft, feminine curves. Your waist simultaneously contracts, creating a hyperfeminine silhouette--like someone is squeezing you with an invisible corset.
"Oh, hello curves," Veronica purrs. "You're getting a serious hourglass, baby."
00:15.23
The most dramatic change begins in your chest. What starts as a tingling in your nipples quickly becomes an intense pressure as tissue begins to swell beneath them. Your flat pectoral muscles seem to liquefy, reforming into soft breast tissue that expands outward at an alarming rate. The weight is immediate and shocking--two heavy masses suddenly pulling at your chest wall.
"Holy shit," Veronica breathes, her eyes fixed on your growing chest. "They're going to be huge."
00:17.84
Your nipples darken from light brown to a dusky rose, and your areolae begin expanding--spreading outward like ink on wet paper until they're the size of silver dollars. The sensitivity is overwhelming; even the air in the room feels like it's physically touching them. Each new nerve ending that forms sends conflicting signals to your brain--pain, pleasure, confusion.
"Look at those fucking udders," Veronica says, reaching out to brush one expanded areola with her fingertip.
You flinch at the contact--it's too much, too sensitive. "Don't," you gasp, but your voice comes out as a breathy moan instead of a command.
00:20.05
Your breasts continue to swell, passing what would be considered average, moving firmly into "large" territory. The weight is disorienting, pulling your center of gravity forward. Your shoulders naturally roll forward to compensate, creating a posture that further emphasizes your new chest. They're so heavy that they actually bounce with your rapid breathing, jiggling with each panicked inhale.
"Perfect big tiddy goth girlfriend proportions," Veronica assesses.
00:22.79
The changes in your face FEEL more subtle, but Veronica's wide eyes tell you they're dramatic. Your jawline softens, cheekbones become more pronounced. Your lips tingle and swell, darkening to a natural burgundy color without any makeup. Your eyelashes thicken and curl upward. Most disturbing is the sensation of your eye sockets subtly reshaping, making your eyes appear larger and more widely spaced.
"Oh my god, you're actually going to be hot," Veronica laughs, sounding almost surprised.
00:25.33
Your hair begins to tingle at the roots. The sensation travels upward as your brown hair darkens to jet black, the color change moving like a wave from roots to tips. Simultaneously, it seems to retract slightly, reshaping into an asymmetrical bob with heavy side-swept bangs.
"I specifically requested this haircut," Veronica explains, reaching out to touch your new hair. "Very Emily the Strange meets Wednesday Addams. Super cute."
00:27.91
Your ass and thighs transform with disturbing speed. It's not just that they're growing--it's that your entire lower body is being remolded like wet clay. Fat cells multiply beneath your skin, creating a layer of soft padding that wasn't there before. Your once muscular thighs--thighs that could power you through a 5K without breaking (much of) a sweat--dissolve into something pillowy and yielding.
The new weight distributes itself with alarming precision, following its determined-by-Veronica feminine blueprint.
"Oh my god," you gasp as you feel your thighs literally spreading sideways, the skin stretching to accommodate new volume. Where they once had definition and separation, they now touch when your legs are together, creating a warm, constant pressure you've never experienced before. The hair on your legs literally retracts into your skin, leaving behind impossibly smooth, pale flesh that seems to glow under the bathroom lights.
Your ass expands with a sensation like being filled with warm liquid, tissue redistributing to create two perfect hemispheres. They're so soft, so jiggly, so... present. You've gone from having an ass you barely thought about to having one that announces itself with every shift of your weight.
00:29.45
"Turn around," Veronica commands, making a twirling motion with her finger. When you comply, she makes an appreciative sound. "Oh, perfect. The tattoo came out exactly right."
"Tattoo?" Your voice is completely foreign now--higher, melodic, with a slightly husky quality.
"I'll show you later. Keep turning--I want to see the whole package."
00:31.08
The final changes are happening between your legs. Your cock has fully inverted now, the last of the shaft tissue reshaping to form the walls of your new vaginal canal. The head of your penis, once the proud centerpiece of your sexuality, has compressed into a tiny, hypersensitive nub--your new clitoris. It's bizarre how something so much smaller can feel so much more intense. All those nerve endings, once spread across your entire glans, are now concentrated in a space no bigger than a pencil eraser.
What's most shocking isn't the absence of your penis, but what's replaced it. You expected a simple slit, but what you have is a prominent mound--puffy and soft, with plump outer lips that protect the more delicate inner anatomy. It feels bizarrely vulnerable, this new opening into your body. There's no hair anywhere--just smooth, pale skin that feels perpetually exposed.
"Spread your legs a little," Veronica instructs, her voice clinical but eyes hungry.
You comply without thinking, still too shocked to resist, and feel a rush of cool air against your new anatomy.
"Perfect little pussy," she assesses. "Puffy and pink. Very goth girl. Very fuckable. Not that you'll be finding that out!"
Your cheeks burn at her casual appraisal.
00:35.59
The final changes sweep through your body like a wave. Your fingernails and toenails darken to match your lips--a natural black that looks like polished onyx. Your neck lengthens slightly, becoming more slender. Your shoulders narrow to childlike proportions, making your breasts look even larger in comparison. Your arms lose their remaining muscle definition, becoming soft and slender.
"Time!" Veronica announces as the timer hits 00:37.00. "Transformation complete."
You try to stand upright but immediately wobble, your entire sense of balance completely fucked. Those massive tits--your massive tits--hang heavy on your chest, pulling you forward like twin pendulums. They don't sit high and perky; they're heavy teardrop-shaped SACKS OF FAT that droop slightly with their own considerable weight, swaying with even the slightest movement.
"Careful there, Morticia," Veronica laughs, steadying you with a hand that now feels enormous against your smaller frame. "You've got to learn to balance with those milkers."
"What the fuck did you do to me?" you gasp, but your voice comes out all wrong--breathy and high, with a slight rasp that somehow sounds perpetually aroused.
"Exactly what we agreed to," Veronica says innocently. "I just picked a body type I thought would be fun for you."
She guides you to the full-length mirror on the bathroom door, and the sight that greets you is so shocking you actually stumble backward.
"Holy shit."
The girl in the mirror is barely recognizable as you. She's tiny--at least eight inches shorter than your male form--with skin so pale it's almost translucent. Her jet-black asymmetrical bob frames a heart-shaped face with enormous green eyes and naturally dark, pouty lips. But it's her body that's truly shocking.
Those tits are fucking MASSIVE for her small frame--pale, heavy globes topped with areolae so large they cover nearly half of each breast. Your waist is impossibly narrow, flaring out to wide, childbearing hips and an ass that looks like it belongs in a rap video. The contrast is cartoonish, hyperfeminine to the point of parody.
"Turn around," Veronica commands, spinning you to see your back.
That's when you notice the first tattoo--positioned just above your ass in gothic script:
