Daring The Rain (Olivia Rodrigo TG/MC)
“Yo dude, you gotta head over to my place today! Hurry, before the storm hits in like an hour.” That was how Nick opened his call with his friend Adam on a quiet Saturday. Both were guys who’d been friends since middle school, and now being in their early twenties had chosen to live within a quick walk from each other, since neither wanted to waste gas when they lived that close together. Nick was the more lucky one of the pair, living in the suburbs after it had been given to him by the inheritance of a wealthy aunt, who’d always had an affection towards him for some reason. Adam on the other hand was forced to live in an apartment while balancing his time between school and work, often feeling quite tired when the weekend rolled around, while Nick only had to work part time and spent some of his extra time getting his college work done in a relatively timely manner. The rest was mostly devoted to gaming and other nerdy pastimes, always seeming to have a boundless amount of energy which he usually spent over the weekends, doing his best to convince Adam to join him as well. Despite often being completely devoid of energy by the end of most weeks, Nick somehow knew just the correct buttons to press in order to get Adam to join him in these activities, even if he sometimes fell asleep halfway through. Such was the case with that lazy Saturday, as after a few minutes of talking over the phone Nick was somehow able to convince Adam to head over to his house for some afternoon gaming. Being about as tired as usual, Adam was initially resistant to such an idea, but after a bit of prodding from Nick, he set out for the relatively short walk from his apartment to Nick’s house, walking slowly at first to try and conserve what little energy he still had. It was obvious that a storm was coming from the moment that Adam stepped outside. He didn’t keep up with the weather when he didn’t have to, and Nick mentioning a storm was the first time that he’d heard about one coming, but the signs were immediately obvious. Dark clouds were rolling over the sky, quickly blocking out any and all sunlight, and the streets were mostly deserted where otherwise there should have been at least a couple of pedestrians. Nick, realizing that it probably wouldn’t be long until the downpour would start, hastened his pace to a light job, thankful that he’d taken the time to change into some comfortable clothes beforehand. As he crossed over the invisible line where the suburbs really began, he noticed a few other strange things, which were normal enough on their own, and yet for some reason filled him with a peculiar sense of dread. He got a whiff of fragrant floral perfume on the steadily increasing wind, and though he couldn’t quite place what flower it was supposed to be- if he had to guess Adam would probably lay lilacs- it felt oddly familiar, and never seemed to go away no matter how fast he moved. At the same time, the wind also carried with it the faint tune of bubbly pop music, the familiarity present there as well, and yet he just couldn’t quite place the song or artist. Neither thing was so intrusive as to prompt him looking further into them, but as they refused to leave as he jogged further into the suburbs, Adam started to become slightly nervous, especially as the impending storm grew closer and closer. Any hopes of beating the storm before Adam reached Nick’s house were dashed when the first raindrops landed on his extended arm, small but packed full of bad omens about what was to come. Not to be deterred, Adam broke out into a near spring in an attempt to clear the distance between his current location and Nick’s house before the worst of the storm hit, but in that he was once again disappointed. Once the rain started falling, it only grew in intensity, until the sky was nearly midnight black and water streamed down in pelting sheets, reducing his field of view down to just a few feet. With the rain now being practically the only thing he could see, Adam discovered the third odd thing he’d experienced in the last hour: the rain was purple! Not so much so as to be obvious, but each drop was colored a very dark shade of purple that was easily missed when only a few drops were falling, but now almost impossible to miss as the combined mass of the drops filled his vision. In fact, as Adam started to pay more attention to his surroundings, he realized that the floral scent from before had grown, surrounding him in a pungent but still pleasant miasma presumably also carried by the rain. A clap of thunder rang out from all around him, and yet to Adam it sounded exactly like the electronic beat of that infectious pop music, the ringing aftermath simultaneously being the chorus to a song he couldn’t recognize or even confirm that it was actually there. Now worried that he might have actually gone insane, Adam tried his best to increase his speed towards Nick’s house, cursing himself for not bringing a jacket. As Adam tried his best to get to Nick’s house, the start of a strange, most definitely magical transformation began, as forces beyond mortal understanding had chosen Adam to be a pawn in their incomprehensible games. It started with his skin, specifically everywhere that the rainwater had touched, which in a downpour like this meant all of it. His skin tingled slightly in an almost ticklish way as it shed any and all body hair besides that rooted into his scalp, leaving it to billow in the wind and fly away into the sudden darkness. The now more exposed skin wasn’t done changing yet, as next it was purified to the absolute height of skincare, perfectly and free of blemishes, even gaining a nice tan as his very genes themselves were subtly rewritten to have a partially Filipino ancestry. This new much cleaner skin of his was also a decent bit more sensitive than before, leaving him constantly aware of the now soaked clothes resting against his body until his brain managed to catch up with him and put such observations in the background, as if he’d had such good quality and hairless skin for his entire life. In his rush to try and get through the abnormal rain, Adam failed to notice his new perfect skin, focusing only on trying to find Nick’s house through the wet gloom. While he did so, his body was altered even further, starting out with his hands as they painlessly shrunk down, his fingers growing longer and thinner in contrast to his palms getting smaller and smaller. A more decorative change was to his nails as they grew longer and sharper, going through a full invisible manicure and even getting a coat of dark red nail polish. With his hands now entirely feminized, Adam’s arms weren’t far behind, getting overall reduced in size while a bit of lithe muscle actually got added to his already slim frame, padding them up nicely until they were just as feminine as his hands. Continuing with the trend, his shoulders both simultaneously snapped inwards forcefully enough to nearly cause Adam to trip, barely catching himself and continuing onwards, only now with a more reduced width. His height didn’t go unchanged either, as Adam was suddenly overcome by a brief spout of vertigo, stumbling as the ground seemed to grow closer without him actually falling, caused by his unremarkable height of 5’11 being reduced down to 5’5, his strides no longer taking him as far and effectively increasing the time it would take him to reach Nick’s house. The change which finally made Adam realize that something weird was going on besides the paranormal weather he’d found himself in was when his stomach fat was pushed in with enough force to send him tumbling to the wet sidewalk, made almost entirely reflective by the constant stream of water. He fell backwards with small hands clutched tight over his aching but now flat tummy, as nearly all of the fat present was converted into muscle, giving him a toned feminine core with washboard abs. While laying on the ground his back let out a popping sound as it was reshaped to be a bit more “S” like, with his backside and chest forced outwards even though both were currently quite flat. After taking a moment to recover, Adam pushed himself back up to his feet, in the process getting a good look at his feminized hands. His immediate reaction was a mixture of confusion and fear, running his now much smaller hands over his flawless skin and trying to find any sort of reasonable explanation to such sudden changes, to which there obviously wasn’t one. Now more determined to get to Nick’s house, where he could first get dry and then figure out what exactly was going on, Adam began running even faster in the general direction of his friends house, his strides forced to be comically long in order to make up for his reduced stature. Before he’d even taken a single step, another thunderclap sounded from above, and with this one the sound of that oddly familiar pop music was louder than ever, burrowing deeper within Adam’s head. He’d never really had a solid opinion about that kind of music before, neither loving it or hating it, but now he found himself strangely liking the ethereal music the more that he listened to it, the feeling of familiarity growing stronger with every moment. Shaking his head, Adam tried to refocus on just getting to Nick’s house, but with each thunderclap he found his thoughts and new opinions about the pop music returning and growing stronger. Not long after his fall, the changes continued onwards, now focusing on his head and all the features thereon. A tingling sensation not unlike how it felt to lose the vast majority of his body hair covered Adam’s head as it shrank down a bit, no longer so square in shape. At the same time, his jawline was reformed to be more angular, his cheekbones rising and cheeks even getting a pinch of fat to better fill them out, all of which contributed to give him an overall more feminine, cute face. But that was far from everything, and his nose was the next feature on the chopping block, getting heavily reduced in size in order to give his lips more room to expand, plumping up to a quite kissable, juicy size. He began to subconsciously smack his two decently sized face pillows together, the feeling of them repeatedly making contact with each other giving him small but enjoyable bursts of pleasure. Above that, his hazel eyes darkened into a dark brown, the sockets expanding slightly in order to give him a pair of wide, piercing eyes, which added to his developing cuteness. His eyebrows were plucked mostly away, leaving only two thin arches of dark brown hair, while his eyelashes did the opposite and grew longer, putting themselves into a pair of delicate curls. From no discernible source makeup began to appear across his face, starting with foundation, then blush, followed by a full set of feminine beauty products, most of which he’d have previously been unable to name and yet now somehow knew intrinsically, until his feminized face was practically glowing. Thankfully it seemed like whatever products had been applied were waterproof, as even with the rain pelting against his beautiful face, the makeup simply refused to be washed off and thereby diminish his prettiness. Once the rest of his face had been thoroughly beautified, his short brown hair began to rapidly grow longer, darkening locks soon obscuring the rest of his vision until they reached his lower back, much healthier and more luscious than his previous hairdo.As Adam became gradually more and more exhausted from his frenzied dash, he noticed that with each panicked exhalation, his voice was very slightly different each time, growing steadily higher in pitch. His voice climbed the musical register and took on a much sweeter tone as it did so, every word no matter how quiet almost sounding like he was singing, now matching the ethereal pop song playing in the distance almost perfectly. In fact, this new voice seemed to work in tandem with the spectral music to seep into Adam’s confused brain, slowly replacing any memories of his old voice with this new, far better one. In addition to that, new skills were taking shape as well, namely how to sing like a goddess with his new voice as well as the choreography and dancing skills to go with it. Adam didn’t notice either of these things of course, too focused on reaching Nick’s house and escaping the rain. Besides, there wasn’t anything new notice: he’d always had this voice and been interested in singing, right? He could even remember taking many lessons as a child, growing up with a love and appreciation for musical theater with the dreams that he might one day make it big as a famous singer, although these memories were still a bit hazy and not yet fully formed. While his new voice made itself known- as much as something which had obviously been there for years can make itself known- a new area had already been selected to undergo its own changes, in this case being his upper chest. More specifically it was his pecs that were subject to the next round of alterations, starting out with a couple layers of breast tissue forming and going almost completely unnoticed. But as more and more fat was sucked up underneath his pecs, they began to rapidly soften, gaining great sensitivity as they did so until he possessed two small but still perky breasts. Even as small as they were, they still proved to be a great hindrance to his panicked run, brushing up against his sweatshirt and causing Adam a great deal of discomfort. The only problem was that his breasts weren’t quite done growing, and with a sudden influx of fat taken from elsewhere in his body Adam’s breasts went up another cup size, resting at a modest but still perky and cute B cup. Their sheer sensitivity was unlike anything he’d ever imagined in the past, much less experienced, and now he was getting hit with wave after wave of different sensations which he tried and failed to ignore, forced to slow down his run when the discomfort became too much. For the first time in his life Adam wished that he had a bra, not realizing that the muscle memory for how to put one on was already forming in the back of his mind. With his newly formed breasts swinging wildly with every bounce in his step, another section of his body had begun to be transformed, that being his waist and everything below it. Starting off with his waist, it was suddenly but pleasantly forced inwards, as if two invisible hands were molding his body with the precision of a sculptor, giving him a much smaller waist. In contrast to his new pinched-in middle, his hips were pulled outwards with the same phantasmal precision being applied to make them clearly feminine but not too big. Once his hips had been adjusted to a more womanly length, they were pumped up with a plush but healthy amount of fat, removing some but not all of his thigh-gap with soft, heavenly fat and a bit of lean muscle. The space occupied by his manhood quickly began to be impeded on by his growing thighs, the only solution being the removal of his rod from the equation. A sudden burst of tingly pleasure shot through Adam’s body as his lil-guy retracted at a moderate pace, every second of which saw the strange pleasure build and build until he waited with bated breath for the inevitable climax. Beads of sweat rolling down his forehead in tandem with raindrops, he glanced through the surrounding gloom for anything to help support himself as the last of his man-meat slithered back inside, informing him that the end of his time as a male was close at hand. He found that much needed support in the form of a large tree, growing in some yard which he didn’t recognize, much less care about at the moment, propping himself up against its wet trunk as its stomach twisted itself into knots. After a final few moments of anticipation, which despite the circumstances Adam couldn’t decide whether to pair with the word “dreaded” or not, his personal climax arrived in the form of a rather powerful orgasm, one of a caliber which he’d never even come close to before. Adam moaned for the first time in his new sweet voice, which it turns out could sound rather lewd as well, one arm wrapped around the tree to avoid falling while his other hand rested over his now moistened groin. His manhood was long gone, and a new womanhood had opened in its place, much more sensitive and capable of granting far greater pleasure than he’d ever thought possible as a man, which she very much wasn’t now. While Adam rested against the tree, panting as she tried to regain her composure, a different brand of changes began, these ones focusing completely on her clothes instead of her body directly. This round of alterations started off with her shirt sleeves disconnecting from the rest of her sweatshirt, crawling underneath it like a pair of worms until they reached her breasts, constricting around them and actually giving them some much needed support; as they did so, they shifted color to a bright cherry red, becoming a lacey red bra. What remained of her sweatshirt went through a transformation of its own, bleaching slightly to a pristine white and losing much of its actual substance, leaving only a sleeveless white top that left her toned stomach and fair arms exposed. A fluffy white sweater materialized from thin air onto her upper body, perfectly sized for her thin frame and getting instantly soaked from the pelting rain. With her upper clothing now thoroughly feminized, that left the clothes on her lower body to do the same, which they did with all due haste. Her socks slowly creeped up her still man-ish legs, tightening as they did so into a pair of thin tights, the current shape of her legs making them have to fight in order to avoid tearing. Above them, her jeans began to recede, stopping at about her upper thigh in length, whereupon they stopped shrinking and instead had their pant legs fused together, forming a kind of jean skirt. That didn’t last long however, as the material her new skirt was composed of got changed around as well, first becoming a soft white fabric before a multitude of sparkly sequins were placed all over it, practically turning the garment into a personal disco ball, radiating with brilliant light even in the darkness. Underneath that, even her underwear had been altered, becoming a dark red pair of panties which actually felt quite nice against her womanhood, much better than his previous rough underwear. Her shoes shrank down into a much smaller pair of black Converse, straining against her still man-sized feet and causing her a good deal of discomfort, leaving her silently wishing that the changes would continue at the very least so that her new kicks would feel comfortable. Lastly among the alterations to her clothing, a large necklace materialized around her shrunken neck, an equally massive red heart in the middle of it resting above her perky breasts. With her clothing now completely overhauled for more feminine alternatives, only a few changes were left to erase whatever physically remained of Adam, and they were once more to her lower body. Specifically, they started with slimming down her already fairly skinny legs, feminizing them while adding enough muscle to make them long and shapely, complete with just the right amount of fat to make them even more attractive. Now that the tights fit perfectly on her new legs, her shoes were the logical next step, leading to her feet shrinking down several foot sizes until they rested perfectly in her Converse, her toes even getting a pedicure with dark red nail polish to match her fingernails. Last among the physical changes to her body was a sudden spike in sensitivity similar to when her breasts first emerged happening in her backside as it started to grow, pressed against the wet tree underneath her sparkly skirt. It was pumped up with a roughly even mixture of fat and muscle, shaping it into a perky heart shape that was heavenly soft at the same time, leaving her with a toned bubble butt which her skirt complimented nicely. Given a brief moment to recover after the physical changes ended, Adam felt up her new ass for the first time, marveling at just how soft it felt, and taking a few steps to test out her new pair of womanly legs. Finding that she already knew how to walk with them perfectly fine thanks to a subtle leaking in of a new more feminine personality, Adam once more began her journey to Nick’s house, not realizing in her disorientation that she was almost there. As Adam went through the last stretch of her run to Nick’s house, the changes to her mind started coming in at full force, no longer bothering with subtlety since she was already fully physically changed. This started off with her previous memories of growing up being obscured for the moment, making her lose any ability to think about her past as it was in the process of being rewritten. As the seconds ticked by and she got closer to Nick’s house, new memories started to appear in order to replace the lost ones, or perhaps they were actually still her previous memories, only rewritten from a new point of view. In these new recollections of events, she’d always been a girl, and as such was treated slightly differently, such as being referred to with different pronouns and using the girls bathroom. She’d grown up with more feminine tastes, loving especially the artistic pursuits of singing and dancing or acting, but especially the three of them mixed together. Her overall personality was changed to make her more of a bubbly, sweet person, still retaining all the intellect she’d had as Adam only invested in different places, such as singing and songwriting instead of gaming and more nerdy pursuits. In regards to Nick, the pair were still quite good friends, having grown up together and hanging out regularly, although recently she had started feeling a bit more attached to him than just as a friend, forming a crush that had only grown with time. Adam actually found herself giddy with excitement as she noticed her sexuality changing from being straight as a man to straight as a woman, her thoughts about Nick even at that moment shifting to reflect her newly reformed memories. New feminine mannerisms and subtle muscle memories were implemented to better suit her new life as a woman, with unnecessary ones from her past life being completely forgotten. Finally, even the name Adam was forgotten, replaced entirely by the new identity of Olivia Rodrigo, the sweet music nerd and employee at the local record store with a huge crush on her best friend.By the time that Olivia made it into Nick’s front yard, the rain still relentlessly pounding down on everything in sight, more changes were happening to the wider world, erasing evidence of Adam in favor of validating the memories of Olivia. Her family now fondly remembered her, and all records now clearly showed her existence, while her new boss of the local record store had high opinions of his favorite employee, who always greeted customers with a perfect smile. Nick of course now remembered Olivia as well, actually gaining a similar crush towards her that she felt in regards to him, yet just barely lacked the courage to actually ask her out. Her apartment changed to better reflect her new life, small bits and pieces being added to make it a more feminine and cozy place. ,As she made it up onto Nick’s front porch, Olivia took off and flung aside her obviously soaked sweater, making sure that it landed on dry concrete instead of slipping off into the drench grass. Not that it mattered, as a final parting change was made to her as she rang the doorbell and waited patiently for Nick, that being Olivia and her clothes all being instantly dried off and rebeautified in order to be absolutely perfect for Nick. Speaking of Nick, he didn’t leave her waiting for long, answering the door within about thirty seconds of Olivia making herself known, dressed casually but still quite handsome. He quickly invited her inside, happy to have his best friend and secret crush staying over probably for the night, and offered to go make some tea or coffee if she preferred while Olivia dried off. That last bit was a formality of course, since she was already perfectly dry, but she still took him up on the offer, requesting some tea and hopping on Nick’s couch. As he went into the kitchen and started making her beverage of choice, Olivia mulled over her affections for Nick, silently debating whether she should wait for him to eventually make his feelings known or if she should do it first. Whatever choice she made, the pair would certainly make a loving couple eventually, feeling practically made for each other, which in a way they were.,
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