The light of the divine feminine flooded the pod, eradicating the black tendrils and fluid from Naysha’s body. Magic of the cosmos filled her system causing her very DNA to change, altering her body. Ethereal energy washed over the planet as the spell made a new normal, correcting itself to her heart's desire.
Rachel covered her eyes as the brightness of the light threatened to blind her. Feeling around blindly, she shut off the machine, ending the spell prematurely. Normally such intensity wasn’t required but Naysha was a unique case. As the humming of the machines died down she took the risk and opened her eyes. On the screen, she saw Naysha passed out and sighed in relief. Heading to the pod, she opened it, trying to see if anything had changed to her girlfriend, but she couldn’t tell with the special hazmat suit covering her. Gently picking her up, she placed Naysha’s head upright.
She carefully deleted the logs from the database of her use with the machine. Placing Naysha on a rolling cart, she made it back to the parking lot grateful she thought of not driving to work ahead.
Sunlight touched Naysha’s face as she woke up. Something told her something had happened as she opened her eyes, something important, but she couldn’t place a specific thing. The call of nature rang prompting her to use the bathroom, leaving her mind to dwell on the matter later. After her business was done she began her morning routine of grooming herself for the day. Her mind went back to what was bothering her when she woke up, but couldn’t figure it out. It felt as though something had changed significantly.
She washed her face when she saw it. Staring back at the mirror was her face—but feminine and beautiful. Well-placed cheekbones with a smooth jaw gave her face a soft oval structure. Her eyes were now almond-shaped having long eyelashes and brown irises. She let out a gasp covering her plump lips, hearing the smooth tones of a woman and not her own voice. Stretching out her hands she saw that they, too, were slim like a woman’s own. Eager to see what else had changed, she took off her nightgown. Naysha’s budding breasts had grown to enormous proportions. Cupping them with her smaller delicate hands, she could tell they were far larger than her girlfriend’s own. Her chocolate skin was incredibly smooth, almost doll-like. At the end of the breasts were dark brown nipples the size of silver dollars. Still thinking it was a wild dream she pinched it. A powerful feedback of erotic pain broke her doubt. Looking at the mirror she saw now she had an hourglass figure with wide hips. Turning around she saw that, just like her breasts her ass was just as impressive.
Looking down further she was able to see her thighs could rival any plus-sized model on Instagram. Her feet just like her hands had shrunk to fit her new feminine body. Looking at her reflection she saw just how beautiful she had become. The woman in the mirror was her. Gently this time, she teased her nipple and felt her penis grow erect from the sensation. Her penis…
I still have a penis? But why? I thought I was a woman. What happened to me?
After inspecting herself for a considerable amount of time, she decided to show Rachel the wonderful transformation to her body. She could hear Rachel mumble in her sleep as she lay on her stomach peacefully. Thinking it would be best, Naysha let her girlfriend sleep in; it was Saturday after all. She saw Rachel flip over, exposing her naked breast. She always loves to sleep naked. Looking down, Naysha saw the unmistakable indentation of an erection pushing the sheets coming from Rachel’s crotch. Lifting up the sheets Naysha let out a silent gasp. Rachel, her cis girlfriend, now had a penis. The pale white lovestick looked odd placed between her legs, yet there it was, standing erect.
She has a… No way!
Naysha’s mind tried to comprehend what had happened. Looking downward, she saw a strange suit. Her mind flooded with memories of the night before. Magic, machinery, black tendrils, and a bright light washing over her body before she passed out.
The spell did this. It worked but must have backfired somehow. Rachel has a penis like me. Her mind crunched the thought for a moment. If she has a penis, it could also mean…
One of the habits she had taken up was reading fashion magazines to help her decide what clothing to wear as she completed her transition. She grabbed an older issue from the year before, going through the underwear section. Flipping through the pages the panties were the same but all of them now had bulges in the groin. Every. Single. Woman.
Turning on the TV and muting the sound, her jaw dropped as she read the captions on whatever channel she’d left on last night: it was a talk show host discussing balls dropping as a young woman during puberty. She went on a subreddit and found women discussing penis issues. Lastly, she went to a porn site, looking up several models. All of them had penises. The men on the other hand, had vaginas and spread their legs open for the woman.
This can’t be real. My girlfriend—and apparently, every woman on the planet—has a penis. And…every man has a vagina?
Feeling overwhelmed, Naysha went back to the bathroom to splash water on her face. There is one thing left to truly confirm if this strange reality I woke up in is real, she thought. Going to the cabinets underneath the sink she looked for Rachel’s hygiene products. No pads or tampons: nothing but hair products and makeup was to be seen. A strange happiness filled her thoughts. Naysha was a woman: a normal, cis Black woman.
Going back to her room she inspected her clothing. All of her panties had room for her penis. Reading the tag on her bra, she saw they were F-cups. She remembered all of the women in her family were well-endowed so it would make sense for her own breasts to be as large. As she put on more clothing, she became more happy as they all showed off her figure, no longer needing to hide her masculine frame. She must have been louder than she thought, as Rachel began to wake up.
“Good morning, my chocolate lady,” she greeted, trying to stifle a yawn. “Going off today?” Before she could say anything Rachel headed to the bathroom. Still surprised, Naysha watched as Rachel relieved herself standing like a man would.
“Babe… Don’t you think anything is weird today? Anything ‘sticking out’...or unusual for you?”
Rachel only gave her a confused look. “You look sexy as ever, Cocoa.”
Standing up, Naysha saw the most significant change: Rachel was now slightly taller than her. She had lost a foot in height. She was a shortstack Black woman with incredible curves.
How did I get here? she asked herself, the question gnawing at her.
