Bimboized Birthday Vorhais TG

Vorhias bit into a bite of cake as he walked, the plastic fork resting against his tongue; it seemed to add an odd flavor of its own to the mix, though he wasn't sure if it was a good thing or not. The cake was barely worth eating to begin with. Scooping up a last piece of pink frosting to chew on, he dropped the remainder of the cake into a passing trashcan.

"That's not very nice, you know." Vorhias froze, the gentle press of something vaguely cylindrical pressing between his shoulder blades. "Not that there's anything that says one has to be nice; it's often frowned upon in my line of business, in fact. But you could have at least thrown it out a few blocks further from where you got it."

"Who are you?" It was the only question that entered Vorhias head. He'd have thought there'd be a thousand questions in a situation like that, but only one was presenting itself. It was an unfortunately stupid question, though; As if someone with a gun was going to calmly announce who he was.

"Jonathan Barns – I represent a transformation munitions plant, trying to get a good idea of what the demographics in the area would be like before we started construction." The man behind him laughed, softly, digging the barrel in a little bit deeper before easing off. "Would you mind filling out a survey discussing whether you think such a plant would be beneficial?"

Vorhias felt his heart beat relax a little, though it was harder to keep his frustration controlled. He did keep his eyes on the road ahead of him, carefully breathing in and out for a moment before attempting to speak. "And is there a particular reason you feel the need to hold one of those munitions against me?" he demanded, coldly. It was important to speak coldly; he thought it was the only thing preventing him from bursting into tears.

"Sometimes, we prefer to make our own demographics."

A jolt passed through Vorhias before he could speak, tingling across his limbs. He felt a moment of disorientation as his body shifted downwards. "Damn it I hate when this happens…" He ground his teeth together in time with the growing strands of hair, tapping his foot impatiently until they reached his shoulders; it was getting increasingly hard to move his foot without simply sliding out of the shoe.

"So you have experience with this?" demanded Jonathan. "That's always good; the brain can incorporate your knowledge into its urges, that way; help you to adapt to your situation by using past adaptations; very good. Not that mental shifts of permanent if you don't wish them to be," he added; Vorhias could practically hear the smile on the man's lips. "That would be highly illegal; but there is a twelve hour period before one's body can be shifted back. It's recommended one make all decisions about their mental state during the small period where they are held in abeyance; a trial run of a new outlook, if you will."

Vorhias didn't respond, simply holding in a whimper as his groin began to twitch. He could feel it pulling inside of him, pushing past skin and reshaping. Soft breasts pushed out beneath his nipples in time with it, the flesh pulsating softly as they pushed against the shirt cloth. She felt like her clothes were going to topple off of her at any moment; she was going to have to buy some dresses, soon.

Shaking her head to dispel the thought for a while longer, she turned to face the man. Brown hair framing a light face, his dark eyes looked at her with more curiosity than alarm as she pushed a strand of blond hair away from her face. V always felt that to be the most annoying thing about being female, other than perhaps the breasts; you could ignore the rest when you weren't going to the bathroom, but hair in your eyes was never pleasant. "Can I see the gun?" she asked, allowing curiosity to seep into her voice; it was an interesting looking gun. Smooth black barrel, with a flattened bottom to make clear it wasn't a gun, and no real trigger she could see. Just a half flat rod held between the hands. Soft hands that led up to smooth and thick arms, supporting a well-toned body; she was going to have to take care of that train of thoughts.

The man for his part nodded, smiling as he extolled the virtues of owning one of Laudius's munitions. She ignored him, turning the rod in her hands. Most of it really was simple medal, but there was a wooden dial in her hand carved with figures, and another beneath it carved with numbers. Twisting to one of the more curvaceous figures on board, she shifted the lower number to a ten; the silhouette on the first band shifted as she watched, seeming to shimmy a little bit. She could see the faint image of panties outlined against the girls legs, and what looked like it might be a thumb to the mouth; she tried not to pay attention to where the other hand might be as she pressed the metal button at the rods end.

There was a gentle fizz, a tiny recoil, and large beam of light that lanced through the other man's skin. Jonathan jerked as the energy faded, his own hands flying up to his hair as the strands began to wind their way to the floor. There was a faint curl to the end, keeping it just a few centimeters above the ground. "What did-" he giggled, putting a hand against his mouth. "Just what did you d-do?"

"Just returns," V shrugged, watching; breasts were pressing their way out of the man's chest, the telltale bulge in the man's pants disappearing as he giggled again. The new girl didn't bother to hide in a whimper, actively letting out a squeal of delight when she reached her fingers in and found nothing. "Like I'm a… um… um... girl! Why wouldn't I be a girl?" She giggled again, oblivious to the shape of her face pressing out; the part of V that was still male thought those lips looked kissable.

The saleswoman seemed to read her mind, surging forward to place her lips against V's. They were soft, a tongue gently sliding into her mouth. "I'm so…. Um… hot!" Another giggle; the majority of V found that annoying, but she could already feel her mental state adapting. It was still a very small part of her that wanted to hear it again. "Really, really hot…" she added, slipping a finger into V's pants.

V gripped the hand before it could make contact, holding it firmly. The other hand darted out, smashing into the rod as V rose to block; it slid into the street, crunching beneath the wheels of a car with one final flash; V hoped the setting had changed before it went off. She grabbed Joan's other arm as it started to work its way under her shirt, pushing  the girl back and holding her by the shoulders; kissing was one thing, this was another. "What do you think you're-"

The saleswoman surged forward, kissing her full on the lips again, meshing their breasts together and trying to wiggle her arms free. V pushed her away.

"That's it; you're on probation until the twelve hour period is up and I can get another one of your munitions to turn me back."

"What are you talking about?" the girl blinked. "That was the only… the on… the….  Like, I tooootally can't remember what  we were talking about, again?  And I'm toooooooootally horny? Wanna make out?"

V was starting to suspect it was going to be an interesting birthday; perhaps more disturbing, she was starting to feel she wouldn't mind.