One of the Girls

 

His eyes felt heavy, their lowering lids pulling down the weight on his shoulders. It was only ten minutes before his next class, so why was he stuck here in one of the campus corridors counting the passersby like sheep? Things would only be more stressful if he didn’t hurry. But he was wistful, and this hallway had been his sanctuary these first few months of his freshman year.

Shifting his posture on the table to keep himself awake, James continued observing the crowd as if watching a play he longed to be a part of. Every person carried a story far more interesting than his own and carried themselves with a sureness he could never find. Searching within himself or planning ahead wasn’t his forte—hell, his working degree in marketing was a decision made on nothing more than a gut feeling. He seemed content wasting away as he had through High school, barely scraping by while wishing someone or something would sweep the rug out from under him, causing him to fall into the arms of a better life. He had hoped college life might put him on the right track. No luck as of yet, however…

He heard their cavalcade of giggles from down the hall, picking them out through the ambience of chatter and shuffle. If there was one thing James had been drawn to so far it was them, 3 fashion-conscious ladies of Japanese descent. They were a tight-knit group with each filling a niche. The tall, raven-haired, elegant drink of water was the glue of the group, a level-headed individual who was often wrestling them out of tight situations with teachers and fanatics. The small, athletic one with the bouncy pink hair was a doe-eyed maneater who had a new guy in tow at every party. The last of them was a lively blonde-haired, tan-skinned beauty with a penchant for rule-breaking given he’d seen her stealing school supplies and talking back to teachers. Their sisterhood was to be admired, an unwavering friendship that he was envious of as a shy loner.

It was easy to call it infatuation, but he viewed it as a longing for their situation more than the women. Despite mostly speaking in Japanese and him not understanding a lick of it, the presence of their passionate discussions and strong body language kept him watching. They had everything figured out, not a care in the world, and as they approached he felt a familiar pit in his stomach form.

Why can’t I be like them? James pondered, their captivating aura drowning out everything else.

What was their secret? What was the world’s secret to a better life? Was it some motley combination of supernatural drive, Machiavellian wit, dumb luck and brute force that had everyone around him flawlessly pressing forward in their lives? These girls, they didn’t wait to be discovered, wait to be called upon. That would have only held them back. They knew what they wanted.

James lowered his head, swirling thoughts sharpening into focus.

I want a real college experience, real friends! I want… I want…

Biting his lip, James decided it was time to fake it till he made it. Against his shy nature he rose from his seat, carrying a shaky stride straight towards the group he had come to idolize.

A mistake. James couldn’t recall how he greeted them mere seconds before once their sneers landed upon him. It must have been bad. There could be no other explanation for the looks of pure disgust he was being given. The way their glares circled around him, he was certain he’d be dead soon and the vultures would gather. But would even they want to partake in such filth?

“I-I’m sorry!” James yelped, taking two steps backwards and nearly tripping. He shielded himself, expecting an attack.

This was met by laughter from two of the ladies, the tall one not partaking and who in fact hadn’t been sneering. She cut through the other girls and waved her hand about as to settle them down.

“Alright, alright. That’s enough. You’ve had your fun.”

James was surprised to see her approach and lower his defensive arms.

“I apologize for their rude behavior. They weren’t pleased to have like… well someone who looks like they just pissed themselves greeting them.”

The woman could feel him shudder through his arms. She gave a light chuckle, not one of derision but amusement. She could tell he wanted to turn tail and run, but her interest was far too piqued to let that happen.

“My name is Reina. And you are?”

Her friends grumbled to each other. James ignored it, fixated on Reina and her show of concern. Sure it made sense, her being the mediator, but he was shocked she hadn’t simply sent him on his way after that horrible first impression. He eventually calmed down and she let go of his arm.

“My. M-My name is… Fuck, It’s James.”

“No reason to be nervous.” she assured him before turning back towards her friends, directing a look that seemed to calm them down. “So James. What do you want from us?”

It was such a direct and unexpected question that he couldn’t possibly think up an answer on the spot. So he fidgeted, and fidgeted some more, the two agitated girls growing impatient. Reina took lead of the situation yet again.

“The two behind me are Hotaru and Aimi. Don’t worry about them, they’re as curious as I am.”

The tan Hotaru stepped forward scowling, her wide hips and hair both swaying with sass.

“Yeah. What the fuck is your deal?”

She was followed by the busty Aimi.

“You know it is rude to interrupt a conversation between ladies right?”

Reina loudly laughed at her two friends. She then turned and began deriding them in Japanese. At least that is how James followed it, the other two looking angry and confused, Aimi even crossing their arms like a scolded child.

The knot within James gut was growing tighter. This time not from nerves but excitement. Reina, for whatever reason, was showing an interest in him. Had a line of fate been cast his way? If he didn’t give her an answer it might never reel him in.

“I was! I-I admire your friendship!”

His words left them all speechless.

“I’m just, uh… I’m a wreck okay. I have no direction in life. But when I see you all pass by every day. The way you all handle yourselves and seem to care for each other. I wish I… It inspires me ya know? Someone who has nothing or no one. I wanted to talk to you all. I-I guess.”

James let in a rush of air, having not breathed in once during his cry for help. A lifetime’s worth of tension had been released, his shoulders feeling lighter in the wake of it. Reina smiled quietly and gestured towards Aimi.

“I think he has potential.”

“Oh no no no! Not this loser.”

Hotaru stepped forward in agreement.

“We already tried this silly idea of yours before, and it went to shit.”

James could only guess at the conversation taking place in Japanese, but given the frantic gesturing to him as they argued they may as well have been deciding his fate. Eventually Reina’s pretty face greeted him again. He felt no lies looking into her eyes and awaited her response.

“Zehi go sanka kudasai~.”

Her words dripped like honey while her hand beckoned. She had tested him by not speaking in English and he passed, the shy man in whom she saw potential feeling her words’ intent. There was no hurt, only sensual promise. James gladly followed her, meeting her smile with his own.

***

“Sooo. What are we doing here?” James asked, finding himself isolated with the three girls in an empty classroom. They had walked a while, only Reina having made small talk along the way—the others pouted.

The three held another group session in their native tongues, much to James’ annoyance. He once again wondered as to why Reina wished for the others to accept him. After all, he was painfully average. A brown haired, browned eyed nice guy with confidence issues didn’t lend itself well to standing out in a crowd, and the most marketable feature he had were his somewhat stylish glasses. He had gained a light tan recently. Perhaps Reina was into that?

Hotaru slammed her hand on a desk and shouted, “Fine, fine! Do it already! Whatever you see in this guy better be good.”

It admittedly shook James, who soon found all eyes on him. Reina’s smile was as pleasant as ever, but the other two scowled as viciously as they had when they first met. Hotaru and Aimi seemed adamant in their convictions. Any other day he would’ve tucked tail and ran, but Reina had him convinced as well—that he was not simply an aimless nobody.

“Here you are dear.” Reina said as she held out an open hand. On it laid a dark pearl necklace.

James was understandably perplexed by the offering, snatching it up as a mere courtesy. He figured it was a trap, all of this leading to some elaborate mockery. Seeing one of the cackling hyenas behind Reina place a chair under the lever of the door confirmed his fears.

He began to breathe heavily.

“W-Wait, What is—? P-Please don’t…”

There was no righteous anger, no whine or whimper, just somber defeat towards the betrayal. Reina approached him and he took a step back.

“James, James. It’s okay.”

“No… No, you stay back.”

“You wanted to be friends, right?”

He couldn’t even look at her, but then she grasped his hand. A dirty tactic as it made his heart thump. How could this scheming woman come across so caring?

“It’ll look good on you. I promise.” She told him, before letting go. Her tone alone was enough to pull his mind up from the muck, James so desperately wishing to believe in the kindling of this relationship. He realized now that he had been so starved for affection and a sense of belonging, that his heart was willing to buy any lie. Cause what if… what if it wasn’t a lie?

“This is so stupid…” he softly spoke.

Conflicted, his hands firmly clasped the necklace. There was a confidence, merely his body riding high on the promises of a woman it was clearly attracted to. All it needed was for him to decide, to take that first step.

James sighed and nodded. He placed the jewelry around his neck and bashfully awaited Reina’s response.

The woman squinted her eyes and her lips curled. She then casually sat on top of a nearby desk and crossed her legs as if waiting for something. The other girls approached from behind, looking over her shoulders in anticipation. Hotaru looked indifferent but vigilant, while Aimi cracked a mischievous smile.

James was left to wither in silence, the uncomfortable truth dawning on him that there was something in store for him. It didn’t take long for the physical revelation to arrive as a large thump throughout his body. It was immediately followed by another thump, then another, finding its rhythm as a full-body heartbeat. He was sent crashing into nearby desks, sliding them about the classroom while he stumbled from each strike to his frame. He managed to grip onto one and barely kept steady while leaning over it, holding onto the sides of the desk for what felt like dear life.

“Oh! It’s starting~.” purred Aimi.

“Not a bad first reaction.” said Hotaru, the faintest of smiles forming.

Reina watched in satisfied silence, drinking in the cold sweat of the man before her. He stared at her like a deer into headlights as a speck of blue swirled within the brown rims of his pupils.

“Wh-What’s happeninnnggh!?” James cried out, the thumping inside him growing more intense, weakening his grip and sending him backwards into another desk’s chair.

He kicked his legs and arched back on the seat, drool spilling as foam from his mouth. With every heartbeat his bones rattled with the force of a prisoner trying to shake free from their cage, the intense sensation balanced out only by the more pleasant pulsations rippling across their flesh. His skin was like a suction cup to his muscles, grabbing, pulling, and releasing. Following every instance his body exhaled in relief—feeling lighter each time—before flexing upon the arrival of the next thump.

James’ eyes darted around the room, looking for a means of escape, a means of attack, anything! Every line of thought though was snuffed out by the overwhelming throbs not only rattling his body but his brain. It was impossible to focus, let alone formulate a plan. With unstable legs, the only option left was to throw himself to the ground and crawl, which he did. The act was met with uproarious laughter from Hotaru and Aimi, and what could only be described as polite giggle from Reina. Even now she showed a modicum of respect, not wanting him to feel too humiliated.

Latching on to that thread of hope, staring up at the monolith she had become, James whined, “P—Pleeease Reinaaah! Make it, ma… make it staaawp!”

The woman seemed to hold back a loud chuckle as she brought her hand to her mouth and gently covered it. A haughty, amused expression soon followed, causing James to look down at the floor in shame. Then he saw it, his hands undulating while they shrank. Each of his fingers were looking slimmer by the moment and a soft, fair complexion rivaling the beauties above began to wash away his tan.

He screamed in terror and rolled away, smacking into a wall. Managing to bring himself to his knees, he hunched over while holding his wrist, watching helplessly as his entire body buckled under an invisible pressure while mass faded away. It was like seeing the features of a frail beauty chisel itself out of his unremarkable physique. Every bit of skin he could see from under his short-sleeved shirt and shorts were turning creamy and limbs becoming as slender as the girls laughing at him. And he didn’t need to see his feet to know how small they had become, his shoes loosening their grip.

Falling into a fetal position, he mewled like a cat, trying not to look up at the predatory stares of the women as they approached and then hovered like vultures. Gripping both his shoulders, he felt their broadness give way to elegant slopes with a fierce snap. A pained yelp left his lips, followed by another as his spine snapped much the same, bringing tasteful curves to his body. Then came a knot in his gut unlike any he had felt before, and it was being pounded on like a drum by the unending thump. Each strike to his tummy made all the mass there suck inwards. His belly button pushed closer towards the direction of his spine like a button being pressed, while the surrounding flesh tightened, sending excess fat wriggling away both up towards his chest and down towards his ass and hips. The sensation was warm and pleasant, and it made him feel so—!

“Hahooh FUCK! Hoooh GOD! OOOOH!”

James felt crazy for even thinking it, but he was turned on, enough that his dick was full mast and leaking. This didn’t go unnoticed by the peanut gallery, Hotaru and Aimi taking turns jeering and cheering in Japanese while Reina bit into her lip, staring at the cornered, embarrassed creature before her with a savory lust.

It was at this moment of utter helplessness that an idea popped into his head. This had all started with the necklace he’d been given, so it stood to reason removing it would stop the changes! Acting fast, James brought his hands up to the necklace and grabbed hold tight. He pulled up with all his might, only to be met by a more powerful force pushing against him, forcing the necklace back into place. He tried again and same result. He tried ripping it off from the front, but no luck. Fed up with his resistance, the force driving the changes picked up the pace and sent him reeling towards the floor a blubbering mess.

“I can’t believe he thought that would work!” Hotaru mocked.

Aimi laughed in agreement then wondered aloud if he’d end up as stacked as her.

Odd, James could swear they were speaking in Japanese. Yet he understood them now. First it was fragments of words being picked up from the back and forth like a buzz within his brain. The more they spoke however, the more the dots connected, until full sentences emerged from the phonations.

“What the hell? I-I can, gyaaah!” James shouted, realizing that he too was now speaking the language.

He whipped back as the undulating lumps of flesh finally parked themselves into his chest and lower body. The sensation was so euphoric that the shock he had felt hearing his own voice speak Japanese was but a passing concern. The women heard it loud and clear though.

“Oooh, perfect~. She is finally emerging.” Reina purred. She leaned down close to him, but he was far to fixated on his inflating chest to notice. “Do you have a name missy?”

He did not reply and only moaned in confusion, body thrashing about as the migrated flesh exploded and firmed within his chest, ass and thighs at an alarming rate. The masculinity that had been siphoned from him was being cruelly refilled with feminine bulk that served one purpose, to entice. And James’ was very much enticed, dick cumming in his shorts while the supple legs of a woman brushed back and forth against it.

Hotaru scoffed at the scene.

“Stop messin’ Reina! You know she isn’t fully there yet. Just enjoy your little show and wait. It’ll be weird knowin’ our new friend was this sad sack of shit, but as long as she ain’t a total bitch like the last one I can live with it.”

Reina looked back at her friend with a smile even Hotaru found to be wicked.

“Don’t worry. I have complete faith in this one.”

James’ eyes darted back and forth between the gawking girls, their words filling his heart with dread. Yet for some reason his body grew more excited by the second, his angst unable to wrestle away the resilient pleasures of his budding female form. Every inch of him was sensitive, no spot more so than the soft, jiggling mounds of flesh on his chest. Looking down at them from his laid back position, they looked like rising, ominous peaks that cast a dour shadow across his face. They were unexpectedly heavy and the lack of bra support caused them to flop about inside his shirt, dragging his erect nipples against the fabric and setting them off like lightning rods of bliss.

There had to be a way out! Something to say! Some way to reason! But any train of thought was hobbled by his ass cheeks swelling with fat. All his pleas came out labored due to his sides scrunching inward, at the absolute mercy of a body no longer his own.

“P-Puh-Pleeease! Nooh! N-No moooore! I’m not a-aaah! AAAAHHN!”

The bouncing boy’s voice pitched up before cracking into a girlish moan. Within the shrill cry the voice softened, any semblance of the masculine tone from before snuffed out. It was obscene, to have even his voice and native language stolen from him. Sure, he could sense he still knew how to speak English, but it had become secondary, his mind rewiring towards Japanese being the more natural of the two options.

“Eeew, he is making such a mess!” Aimi groaned, staring down at James’ spunk-stained shorts.

“All part of the process.” Reina replied, before leaning forward over him and placing her palm on the sticky wet spot. She pressed firmly down, sending James into even more of a frenzy, the head of his cock extremely sensitive.

“You need to get rid of it dear. If you really want to be one of the girls, this must go.”

Reina cupped his balls and rolled them, feeling them shrivel and slip inside shortly after. They left behind a smooth expanse burgeoning with heat. Beneath it, a hollowed chamber was rapidly forming, and it was tugging at James’ cock.

“O-Oooh gaaawd! Nooo! Hooh fuuuck! I can’t—HYAAH?”

Reina gripped him by the cheeks and turned his head to face her. She held him there, examining with a watchful gaze as his facial features began to twitch and crunch. She was particularly entranced by his eyes, seeing the blue she had noticed swirling in his pupils earlier taking over more of the dingy brown. His eyelashes soon filled out and eyelids narrowed, only making the swimming sapphire all the prettier. She traced downwards, watching his nose twitch and shrink, cheekbones raise and narrow and chin sharpen into a delectable point. She lingered close to his lips glistened by saliva, watching them plump into kissable pillows, savoring the heated breathes carried by their every moan.

She then recoiled from her hovering posture to a kneeling position once she felt James’ entire body thrash and his dick slide a half inch across her palm. She used her hand that had been grabbing his cheeks to press down on one of his shoulders in order to keep him steady. Her other hand gave some encouragement to his cock on its way out, rubbing it as it shriveled and expelled whatever pent up juices remained. Soon it would be nothing more than the lovely pearl within a woman’s folds.

“Ooooh fuck! Shiiit! AH-AAAH! I-It’s going insiiiide! It’s goinnngh! In-Insaaah! AAAAAHN!”

The man had reached full orgasm, his shorts drenched by his opening slit. The cum was watery, gushing out much like the river of silky blonde hair from his head. The haughty woman working him found herself in a moment of bliss herself, her own pussy wet at the sight she had created. This sorry man had blossomed into a true beauty, far more respectable than the one she had attempted in the past. Her gut had been right. This man James… he was born to be a woman!

Aimi and Hotaru went quiet at the height of James’ screams, looking a tad confused seeing Reina mounted on top of the freshly changed woman. It felt as if they had walked in on a couple ready to strip each other. Eventually the moans died down and only the sounds of the two breathing heavily remained.

“Wow Reina, you uh… you really got into that didn’t you?” Hotaru asked. Aimi played things silent and simply looked around the room aimlessly.

Reina ignored her friend’s words, her entire world fixated only on the new female form before her with tears in their eyes.

“Reina… p-please. I… I don’t want this.”

The woman gave a breathy laugh, her face flushed red with excitement.

“Of course you do. Silly girl…”

She noticed the blue filling the new girl’s pupils had consumed about half of the brown of James’. They were close. Reina ran her fingers through their thick, luscious locks that shined gold under the fluorescent light and brought some of it to her face and gave a sniff. She then moved her hand to the necklace.

“You are still a freshy though~. Let’s turn forward the clock. Okay?”

She then turned the necklace clockwise and quickly rose to her feet, backing away to make space. James had little time to ponder what this meant as his mind was suddenly pummeled by the weight of a thousand rushing thoughts.

“Wait, what the!? Wh-Wh-What the!? The, the! I-I can’t! Hah! Th-Think, I can’t! Hoh! OOOH GAAAAH!”

James’ eyes dilated and body vibrated at an excruciatingly fast rate. A strong, pleasing heat covered him like a film, setting his nerves ablaze and only making the chaos playing out within his mind more potent. Pictures of a life he never lived played rapidly before him, of the college woman he now possessed the body of.

“Wh-WhooooooOOOOH!?”

James couldn’t even form a question, the mental strain causing every stray thought to feed into one of the woman’s. And it wasn’t her past he was witnessing, but a future she was meant to live. It came crashing down like a payload on top of his own life’s story. This was a woman that had entered college prepared and was ready to live it up, and he was about to witness it all… to feel it all.

Ai Hayasaka, Freshman Year: Having arduously worked many years as a maid to a prestigious family in Japan, the young Japanese woman decided to head for college in America. It was a bit strange dipping her foot into the waters of a new country and culture, her years as a maid meaning much of her outfits were of a more formal variety. However, once she was met with the sights and sounds of the new people and places she went with them, she was like a kid at a candy shop. Her new friends caught her up to speed on all the latest American fashion and pass times for ladies her age during her first year. Things had started off better than she could have hoped.

James tossed about as the experiences of this woman named Ai Hayasaka flooded his mind, her skills and levelheadedness as a maid imprinting themselves on his psyche. While being pumped full with encounters of new girlfriends, days and nights hanging with them, and all that they shared with him, his clothing and hair began metamorphosing. His plain shirt and shorts left him behind, seamlessly transforming from new outfit to new outfit like magic, and his long hair was rapidly changing styles as time around his body moved forward. Ai had tried out so many new looks that first year and wasn’t quite settled into a style yet.

Ai Hayasaka, Sophomore Year: The woman’s grades had been doing well and she was fast on track towards her marketing degree and hopefully a life of comfortable living. That said, she was more free-spirited than ever and over the course of the year quickly became popular on campus, hanging with the likes of Reina, Aimi and Hotaru. She’d begun to find a firmer hold on how she wanted to present herself as well, her sense of style turning towards that of kogal fashion, a part of her culture from back home that involved wearing outfits based around Japanese schoolgirl uniforms. It had been a year of finding herself, and she felt she had finally hit her stride.

James screamed unintelligibly while scooting into the legs of desks. His clothing and hair gained a shorter cycle with its shift in styles, with a common wardrobe now rotating on him, and his golden locks settling into 3 distinct hairdos. All the while the overload of memories weaving themselves into his brain were causing his sense of self, the part of him that was him feel inadequate. This woman was achieving so much, living a college life he was envious of—She may as well have been rubbing it in his face!

Ai Hayasaka, Junior Year: The now experienced popular girl was determined to make this year her big coming out, throwing caution to the wind and really letting loose. With help and encouragement from her close friends Reina, Aimi and Hotaru, she was introduced to some fun men on campus and began to hit up all the parties she could. She’d never had experience dating guys before, so after being thrown into the deep end she was hooked. Soon enough she was as free-wheeling as her friend Aimi, hungry for any good looker who had the balls to approach and pamper her. It was the year of partying hard and climbing to the top of the social ladder.

James’ eyes twitched and he screamed out in shocked bliss as he felt a years worth of sex begin pounding itself into his snatch. He gripped hold of some nearby desk legs and hung on for dear life. He was racked with pleasure, dozens of lewd experiences with men playing out across both body and mind. Every touch they made, kiss they shared, dick they pounded Ai with he felt in quick time—orgasm after orgasm chiseling away the barrier between James and her. To be loved and admired like she was and to have such a close knit group of gals as refined and perfect as she was… it was intoxicating and fucking hot!

“H-H-HOOOOH FUUUCK! I CAHAAANT! I W-WANT TOOO! GAAAH, PLEEEASE! D-DON’T STAAAAWP!!”

James’ brown eyes were now nearly consumed by the blue irises of Ai, her will breaking him in as the pussy that had been tight mere moments before was being stretched wide and loose by her junior year. Her looks became more sophisticated over the course of the pounding, her makeup more maturely applied, bra pushing up her breasts more to entice, and her long, stylish hair becoming permanently tied up on the left side of her head by a blue scrunchy.

Ai Hayasaka, Senior Year: It had been in her final year of college that she had come fully into her prime, body oozing mature grace and a successful career and life awaiting her in the near future. Half a school year remained, yet she was prepared to take it all on as an older, more experienced woman.

The last vestiges of James’ will crumbled. The woman sprouting forth from him made the man he had been feel like a distant memory, college having exposed her true self. She was Ai Hayasaka now, her blue pupils painting over the last of James while she gladly took in the rest of her college experience on the tail of a final, orgasmic release.

“YES, YAAAS! G-GIVE ME AAAALL OF IT!” she cried out, feeling her body flex for the final time before sweet relief came, her shrill shrieks calming into a sultry trill.

The three girls that had forced James into this situation gazed in silence over the results of their work.

"She looks…” Hotaru said, words lost as she was awestruck by what she was seeing. Reina helped finish their train of thought.

“...Beautiful.”

Reina helped the panting woman up from the ground and the two gave each other a knowing smile while Ai sensually removed James’ glasses from her face. They then hugged like the besties they were. Ai handled herself with a similar wavelength as the other girls and effortlessly eased into introductions. The girls warmed up to her quickly, hitting it off as memories of shared times together bubbled to the surface—reality carrying on as if James had never existed.

Just like that, they were back in the halls like nothing had happened, a cavalcade of their giggles and chatter catching the attention of everyone they passed. These fashionable Japanese ladies were one of the most talked-up social groups on campus. Many of the other girls were jealous of the beauty and charm they wielded like weapons. The tight-knit group of four, Reina, Aimi, Hotaru and Ai, had flaunted themselves for years. Now as Seniors, they happily awaited whatever life would throw at them next, ready to step away from the college lives that had shaped them into who they were today.