Feminine Spread - TG

Lilly had wandered into a terrible place; she was certain of it. The air about her pressed in from all sides, trying to break her down. Force her into submitting to its will; it was a terrible world. Filled with men, everywhere she looked – or no, not men; not quite.

She moved down the city street, head down as she tried to avoid drawing attention, and walked quickly down the streets; she could feel several people staring at her, but her focus was entirely on one of the "not-men" in front of her; wide hips, narrow waist, and – in passing – she noted the definitive presence of breasts beneath the girls light pink blouse; it was definitely a girl – a pretty one, with long hair to the floor. Yet, confusingly, it felt like a boy.

That was, of course, what was wrong with Jacob's mind. It was masculine – to its very roots. Its walls were built of that essence; that thought; layers upon layers of protection, screaming out "I am a man!"

Which he wasn't, of course; or wasn't always; or wouldn't be, forever; that was Lilly's mission – to bring femininity to the world of masculinity; she just had to live that long.

Starting to take a deep breath, Lilly stopped, and pushed it out again hurriedly; the air tasted wrong – she didn't want it inside of herself. Just the thought that she was touching something so purely inimical to femininity made her shiver.

Pointedly not taking any breath at all – reminding herself that she was merely in someone's mind – she bent down to the floor, ignoring the beings walking about her. They were not real, she told herself – firmly, and fiercely. Nothing like that could be real; and the ground beneath her feet was not real, and the concrete right beneath her fingertips was – most importantly of all – not real; and if it was not real, she could change it; she would change it; she would make it feminine.

"What are you doing?"

The voice sent shivers down Lilly's spine. Her throat caught; but, not needing breath, she forced the words to come. "I'm going to change you; change your mind. You can't… You think you're safe in your own mind; but you aren't. I'm… I'm supposed to teach you that."

Even without breathing, her voice came stutteringly and small. The figure in front of her made her nervous; he was the source of everything, she knew – the manliness that seethed through the world she was in. Just being in his presence made her want to squirm; and yet, just being in his presence made her feel as if she couldn't move at all.

It wasn't the man himself; despite the short cropped hair, he lacked the pure intimidation to make her feel that way; nobody had ever made Lilly feel that way. It was just that she was femininity; and he was masculinity. And he didn't like her very much.

"Get out." He said the words with the power of a command – and she could feel that command trying to come true; the air pressing suddenly down about her, squeezing at her lungs; Lilly forcibly reminded herself she didn't need to breathe, trying not to feel as if she was suffocating, even if that was indeed precisely what she was doing.

"I won't leave," Lilly said, not using her mouth, but thinking the words into existence; her mind felt as if it was being shut down, her body felt as if it was being shoved back, and her entire being squeezed down to its very essence – but she looked for cracks in the masculinity; looked for some way to break through it, because nothing could that purely male; so purely opposed to femininity and survive;

Unless perhaps the being wasn't purely feminine; not all the way through, at least. "What are you so scared of?"

The pressure doubled; she was going to be torn apart. "I am not scared," the being said.

"Are you frightened of losing yourself? Losing your mind entirely?"

"I am not frightened," the being repeated, but she didn't believe it; it was pushing at her with an air that approached a sort of desperation, in her opinion. Nothing wanted someone else gone that desperately unless they were afraid of it; and again, nothing could be that wholly masculine.

"You are frightened," she told it. "You are scared; of what will happen when you're a girl? Of the fact that you aren't safe in your own mind? Where did you put all that femininity, that I can't even see a single speck of it?"

"I am not frightened!" it was a scream; defiance, but perhaps mixed with fear  - obvious and blatant; and, latching onto that fear for hope, she drove her own essence into him; into just one part of him – just one bare square millimeter of his heart, piercing the iron shell with the full force of her own personality; and like a pink oil field, it burst  out; femininity.

About her, in response, the buildings cracked, and the crushing pressure eased. Femininity filled the earth like a rushing flood, a continuous spring of  light and warmth. She bathed in it, letting it heal her, watching the figure in front of her.

He was changing; or perhaps not changing, but moving out of a cocoon; bits of masculinity – bits of him - were falling off of her. A hip fell, to reveal a wider one. A piece of waist fell, to reveal something narrow and pale shining through; she smiled, welcoming her emerging sister; as the stern face fell away, a tremulous smile greeted her back; and a giggle.

The chest fell away, revealing breasts, wrapped in a tight pink blouse, that stopped slightly beloved the waist. Its owner giggled nervously, shifting lightly back and forth, brushing thick arms over thick arms until thin and ladylike limbs emerged, and then doing the same for the legs; her bottom swelled nicely once she removed its restraints.

"And the crotch?" Lilly questioned, blushing lightly; the figure did as well, moving her hands down to the groin; gently, ever so carefully, she pried the last bits of masculinity from her body, and dropped them to the ground, allowing her dress to fly free.

"What will happen now?" she questioned, voice soft and nervous; Lilly smiled kindly, glancing up at the sky; pink. The air felt good for once.

"The world will reabsorb its masculinity," she said. "Everything will be restored; except that you'll be female, of course; a healthy female. And my mission is complete." She glanced about, frowning lightly; the place felt nice, at last - and she had to go. "Goodbye," she said, quietly, sadly; and stepped out.

The world's harsh realities slapped Lilly in the face at once; she was hungry, and thirsty, and gasping for breath from the exertion; she thought she might go for a milkshake.

Before her, the little door in Jacob's mind, the door to his mind, snapped shut – but it did so beneath long and wavy hair that went to the floor; and above a delicately boned face, with high cheeks, which dipped gently atop a pair of feminine breasts; her mission was complete.

Femininity was one step closer to spreading through the world.