Cocky to Cockless Something's Changed: A Transformation Story chapter 7 by deleted_user

You look at the guy, his back still turned, oblivious. Your fingers tighten around the pill. He deserves it, you think, a dark thrill shooting through you. This guy, with his smarmy lines and his entitled attitude, is exactly the kind of person who needs a dose of perspective.

With a quick, surreptitious movement, you uncork the capsule and drop the tiny, glowing orb into his drink, which he had carelessly left unattended on the bar. It sinks to the bottom, the violet light quickly fading into the amber liquid. He turns back around, still trying to impress the girl.

"Look, I'm not trying to be rude, but you're wasting your time," she says, finally getting fed up. "I'm just not interested."

He scoffs, clearly not used to rejection. He grabs his drink and takes a long, angry swallow. His eyes widen almost immediately. He blinks, a confused frown creasing his brow. "What the hell?" he mutters, his voice raspy. He takes another sip, his face twisting in disgust. "This tastes... weird."

You watch, a smirk playing on your lips, as a ripple of shimmering violet light washes over him. It starts at his chest, spreading rapidly down his body. His broad shoulders visibly narrow, his muscles softening and elongating. His tight t-shirt suddenly hangs loose, almost comically so. His jawline refines, his features becoming softer, more delicate. His adam's apple recedes, and his voice, when he tries to speak, comes out as a startled gasp.

His hips flare, his body seeming to pour and shift into a new shape. A soft, voluptuous chest swells into existence, straining the fabric of his now enormous t-shirt. His legs slenderize, his feet shrinking inside his sneakers. Within seconds, the transformation is complete. The cocky guy is gone, replaced by a stunning woman with his now-too-large men's clothes hanging awkwardly on her new, delicate frame. Her once-smug expression is now a mask of utter horror.

She stares down at her new body, her hands flying to her chest, then her hips, then her face. She prods at her new breasts, squeezes them, as if to prove they’re real. She pulls on a curl of her new hair, and winces as it pulls tight. "What... what the FUCK?!" she screams, her voice a high, clear sound, nothing like the deep baritone he’d had moments before. "What is this?! What happened to me?!"

The girl with the septum piercing stares, her jaw agape, then her eyes widen in recognition. "Oh my god," she breathes, looking at you, then back at the now-female jerk. "That new transformation tech... I heard about it, but I didn't think it was real! Listen," she says, her voice earnest, "Whatever just happened, you need to stop drinking that. I heard it can make the change permanent."

"I did no such thing!" he roars, his new feminine voice struggling to convey the depth of his fury. He takes another long swallow of the drink. "This will undo it! It has to! This is some kind of sick joke!" He looks at his reflection in the mirrored bar, his eyes widening further in disbelief and disgust. He grabs his new breasts again, as if in disbelief at their existence. "I'm a woman?! No! No, this isn't happening! This is some kind of nightmare!"

A guy walking past whistles. "Looking good, babe!" he yells, and a surge of furious, helpless rage washes over the newly-transformed man. He glares at the guy, his face burning with humiliation.

You take a slow sip of your drink, a small, satisfied smile playing on your lips. The show, it seems, has only just begun. You feel a strange mix of guilt and exhilaration. He definitely deserved it.