John thought of a TV show and he began to form the picture of a certain girl in the series. He let out a gasp as he began to feel a tingle of small shocks begin to ripple over his skin. He held up a hand in wonderment as he observed his fingers begin to lengthen into graceful and slimmer versions. The small surges of what he felt to be electrical pulses were not unpleasant, as they continued to cascade throughout his body. He knew he no longer wanted to be a boy, and he sensed that he could channel the pulses to mold his new form to match what his mind pictured.
John's lips began to swell ever so slightly, as he felt his facial muscles and bones begin to rearrange themselves into the form he was focusing on. His nose became slimmer as his vision briefly clouded and then sharpened as his eyes settled into more feminine positions. His forehead began to ever so slightly change its slope from the masculine to the feminine and he felt what seemed to be a slight elongation in the cartilage of his ears.
John turned to face Karen as he continued to feel the change ripple through his body. Strangely, he felt relaxed and not at all alarmed at the ripples of energy molding his form. Karen, on the other hand, seemed to be mimicking some sort of statue that had been made with the sculpture's view of what astonishment would look like if it could be captured in stone. Although she had started John on this path, even she was startled as to the changes that seemed to be occurring to him.
John began to feel his muscles and bones in his legs begin to pulse with energy has they began to reform themselves into proportions more appropriate for his new form. Concentrating inwardly on his muscles for the moment, he focused his thoughts on having them mold themselves into a feminine form that was graceful, yet belied the hidden power and energy that they contained. John wanted to be able to to kick box and jump heights that no ordinary human could do, yet still be able to perform with the grace of a ballerina if the need arose. As the power continued to flow throughout his body, John turned his attention to his flat chest and nondescript nipples.
Ever so slowly the coloration of the skin surrounding non-functional nipples began to change from a pale color to what seemed to be a slightly warm shade of pink. As the coloring of the area surrounding each nipple changed, John could sense a pulsing of energy flowing into the nipples themselves--and each pulse was gradually making the nipple feel stronger and more vibrant. It was almost like the feeling of arousal a man feels in his groin when someone who is attractive to him comes within his view.
As his nipples were changing, John felt a certain heaviness occurring behind each nipple. Shifting his focus, John could now feel the fat buildup of tissue occurring that would form the ductwork needed to produce the breast milk that his newly formed nipples could now produce. A warm feeling of fuzzy pleasure seemed to envelope John as he felt the extra weight on his chest grow with each passing moment. He now felt that he was achieving his goal of moving away from that masculine boy image he had been just a few moments ago, into the image that he knew he must become.
But there were still a few details left to finish.
John could feel the power still within him, but he knew that the power of the change would soon be subsiding. His focus changed to his groin. He felt what seemed to be bump on the tops of his legs, as he felt his pelvis begin to push out on either side. John could see his penis lying slack atop his scrotum. Concentrating, he watched as his penis twitched ever so slightly, and then slowly rose out in front of him. He could now watch as he felt his testicles seem to tense, and then slowly seem to draw tight up within his scrotum. A pulse of energy seemed to flow over his groin, and he felt the slow ascent of his testicles back up into the cavity of his abdomen. It was not an altogether uncomfortable feeling--rather, it was like the sense of swallowing some large bit of food, but, instead of going down ones esophagus, it was moving through ones abdomen.
John could feel the testicles settling into their new location within his abdomen, and then turned his attention to his erect penis. He sensed another sort of internal pull within him, and he watched as his penis seemed to slowly collapse upon itself while at the same time begin to retract into his body. Ever so slowly, he could feel the tissue moving into him, and reforming itself into what would become his vagina. He now had a better sense of appreciation for the often expressed analogy that a woman's groin was as delicate and complex as that of a rose. He definitely felt a sense of a flower blossoming within as his penis continued to form within him the tissues neccesary for his cervix and uterus.
His now shrunken scrotum tissue took on a more rosier color, as the loose skin began to lengthen and reform itself into the tissues necessary to form the labia. John could feel other small shifting of tissue and flesh occurring in his groin, as his urethra and vaginal openings shifted into the more typical feminine orientation.
The changes were almost through, and John could feel the power beginning to ebb. One last thing before it was done--a shake of the head, and long, dark sultry hair flowed down around John's face. A blink of the eyes, and longer lashes appeared, that complimented her now completely feminine face.
"John?" breathed Karen. "How...how do you feel? And who did you become?"
The figure before Karen slowly shifted her form into that of someone who seemed to be enjoying a long, slow stretch after getting a good nights sleep. She turned slowly to face Karen, smiled, and cocked her head to her side.
"I'm Max, Karen. Max Guevara from 'Dark Angel'. And I just want to say how great it feels to finally be away from my old self. This just feels so right."
Karen slowly nodded her head as she carefully assessed the new John now standing before her.
"And I'm here to tell you I'm also ready to kick some butt," the new Max said as her smile slowly grew wider.
