Beatrice's Fun: Meet Girly JD

Beatrice smiled fondly at him and blow a simple, loving kiss at him, puckering up her lips as she did. JD paused in his tracks, quite perplexed about what she just did and why she did it in the first place. “There we go,” she said, “Everything will be much better now.”

“I’m not following…” he said, cocking his eyebrow at her.

“You’ll see,” she simply replied with a wink. As she did, a warm and tender feeling was felt on his left cheek, almost as if someone had just kissed him. He did not react to that, too confused by everything that was going on to really feel or do anything.

Then the tender feeling sank from his face and into his chest region. He looked downward towards that area, now reacting to the weird sensation that was occurring. His chest rubbing up against his shirt made him blush slightly as that region began to inflame a bit, puffing up slightly. “What the…” he said, as he pressed his hand against his chest, touching the slowly growing bumps.

Something clicked in the back of his mind and his eyes widen as his pants legs steadily crept up his legs. “Oh no,” he thought, realizing what was happening, “It can’t…”

He placed his other hand against the crotch region and felt the area, paying no attention or showing no shame with the busty witch watching him intently with a smile on her face. It was flat and there was no bulge at all. His arms went to the sides in surprise and he gasped, “I’m… a girl!”

“But not a pretty girl just yet…” Beatrice chuckled.

As she said that, the newly made girl started taking on more feminine features. Her flat hips gained some more curvature to them, pressuring against the jeans, which continued to get shorter and shorter. Her waist slightly pushed as extra fat and body hair decreased. Her chest continued to grow, finally reaching A-Cup range and starting to show their outlines in her shirt, which was becoming a short sleeved one.

“This isn’t right,” she said, biting her lips, which were slightly bigger, “I can’t turn into a girl (again at least).” She brought her hands up to her face and watched as they became more delicate and her fingernails slightly growing. As she did, her hair became thicker and wilder in some parts as it grew longer.

She knew she couldn’t stop this, like all of the other times before in the past, and just resigned herself to fate, acknowledging her blossoming womanhood. At this point, her jeans finally stopped shrinking and shortening, becoming jean shorts that fit comfortably on her more feminine legs. Her chest also bumped up to a solid B-Cup, actually popping open a button on her shirt, which had shrunk to fit her new body better.

As the transformation neared its conclusion, she glanced around uncomfortably, thinking to herself, “Man, I’m glad Rachel’s not here otherwise she might have got caught in this mess.” Absentmindedly, as she thought, she scratched the back of her head and ran her fingers through her hair, which was much more unruly and longer, dropping past her shoulder blades.

Finally, her chest puffed up ever more slightly into the BB-Cup range and popping another button, revealing some very nice look at her new cleavage. She looked down at herself, adjusting her glasses (which were smaller and more elegant in a way), and looked over herself. Her girl form wasn’t overly busty like it usually was and her clothes were only a touch altered, with exception that she now wore sandals instead of running shoes.

“I’m so embarrassed,” she said with a whimper. She hated being transformed (with one exception) and always found whatever she turned into to be very uncomfortable and off putting in a way.

“Why?” Beatrice said, “You look good. Plus, this is so much fun (for me at least, which is the most important thing after all)! In fact, let’s continue this fun with one more change and then I got to get going. There’s still plenty of people elsewhere to find after all.”

Final Phase of More Girly:
+ A familiar form: [link]
+ Ghettoified:
+ Extra Dim:

Go Back One: [link]
Go Back to Start: [link]

Thanks to , , , , , , and for picking this route (so many people and such a little amount of time).