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(Disclaimer: this part contains male-to-female tf, some heavy sexual themes and graphic descriptions of genitalia. Don't read if this offends you.)

Rick was rushed to the bedroom and pushed onto the bed before he knew what had happened. He hadn't expected his Inner Goddess to be so enthusiastic. He brushed a lock of hair from his face to see Rikki standing over him, her naked body all his to see.

“Did you have to be so rough?” He adjusted himself on the bed.

“Sorry.” She giggled. “I'm just eager to start. A lifetime of impatience can do that. Now, where should we go next?”

Rick could feel her eyes scanning him. From the many failed dates he had, this gesture always made him uncomfortable as it usually meant the girl was judging his appearance. Finally, she snapped her fingers. “I know!” She purred, approaching him at the foot of the bed. As she gripped his shoulders, her knee pressed against the mattress, in-between his thighs and dangerously near his crotch.

“W-where are you-” A solitary slender finger landed on Rick's lips before he could finish his sentence.

“Shhhhhh.” Even her whisper oozed with sex appeal. “I'm just showing you a neat trick.”

Her finger then guided itself under his chin, prompting him to lift his head slightly. Gently she leaned towards his face. Rick thought another kiss was coming, but instead, her mouth seemed to be going for somewhere lower. Eventually, he could feel her hot breath waft along his thick neck, lingering in anticipation.

Lick.

He shivered, eliciting a girlish giggle from Rikki. Again her wet tongue brushed along the hard, sinewy muscle, her sensual breath sending goosebumps around his body. Soon, her mouth fixated at an area under his chin and planted itself there.

Then, she started to suck.

Rick gripped the mattress with his fingers, as her mouth acted like a vacuum. It was quite a sensitive spot, and the sensation it gave sent another pulse down his spine.

“Ugh!” He moaned in a throaty, guttural way which betrayed his cute face. The voice felt rough and echoed through the room. Yet he felt embarrassed by the moan. It didn't sound very sexy in his ears. It sounded more like a meek lion than anything.

'Wait where did that thought come from?' He thought.

If you think it's embarrassing, then don't wear it.

'Rikki? But how?'

Nevermind that. Her voice instructed inside his head. What would you rather hear?

'Me?' Rick mused. He thought about the voices that appeal to him. He did want to sound more confident and assured. Smooth. Husky.

“Ahhhh” Rikki's tongue had met a sensitive spot again, sending his voice up an octave. The next moan it was even higher. It soon dawned on him what was happening, but before he could say anything her teeth scraped against his flesh lightly, sending a full blown moan that cracked into the alto range. Pressure started to press along his throat, squeezing at his vocal chords.

“S-stOP!” He tried to say but the voice kept cracking, shifting from a low rumble to a squeak in a second.

Don't fight it. She instructed him. Your true voice is breaking free.

“B-bUT!” A girlish moan now elicited from his throat. He hadn't heard his voice that high since high school, but the sound was pleasurable to his ears. It wasn't just himself as a pre-teen, but rather a young woman enjoying foreplay with a sexual partner.

“Ahhhh! Ahhhhhh! AHHHHH!” His voice cracked and squeaked like a radio being tuned to the right station. Then, just as he felt a powerful suck from the Goddess, he felt a pop from inside his throat.

“OHHHHHHH!” He moaned, surprised by the breathy tone which glided from his lips. Satisfied at the sound, Rikki moved away.

“Ahhhh, now that's my kitten.” She purred, licking her lips.

“K-kitt-” Rick paused when he heard a woman's voice coming out of him, causing him to cover his mouth.

Rikki tilted her head. “Yes?”

Rick reluctantly spoke, the feminine tone of his voice not dissipating. “I-is this my voice?”

“Hmmm-mmmm” Rikki's finger traced at the flat area of his neck where his Adams apple had once been. “Now I think it really adds to your beauty.”

Rick felt around his neck, feeling the muscles and contours were not as thick as they once were. Again he was in disbelief, yet couldn't help but feel buzzed by this change.

“Are you sensing doubt?” Rikki asked.

Rick almost hiccuped in surprise. “A-are you sure women like this?”

Rikki leaned close to his face again. “Do you like how I speak, stud?” Her voice lowered into a husky purr on the last word. Rick's face turned crimson, eliciting another giggle from the Goddess. “Trust me, we still have a ways to go. Now, take off your shirt.”

“Huh?”

Rikki's fingers dug into his shoulders. “What's the matter? Shy?”

“N-no!” Rick cried back, trying to regain some macho pride. “I-I just never undressed in front of another...”

“Awww, but you have a nice bod, hun.” She mewed. “Please don't hide it.”

Rick relented, and fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, before slowly sliding it off his broad shoulders. He hoped he didn't need to show her anything else. However:

“Don't forget the singlet too. And the pants.”

His eyes bulged. “But-”

“It's not like I haven't seen it before.” She insisted suggestively. “But if you really want to be me then you must face your insecurities.”

Rick could feel his pulse quicken as he followed her instructions, revealing the hairy, doughy body that he'd been self-conscious about for most of his adult life. The Goddess just watched the whole time, her lips never frowning nor smiling. When she remained silent, Rick asked, “Well?”

“It's not as bad as you think.” Rikki insisted.

“Are you just-”

“Saying that?” Rikki finished his sentence, her hand reaching for his right bicep. “Not really. You do have some decent muscle under that flesh. I just need to expose it some more.”

“Y-you can?” Rick perked up as he felt her hands squeezing his arm.

“Yes.” Her sharp fingernails probed along the muscle of his arm. “Watch.”

Slowly, she started to massage the arm. Each small motion sent more and more pulses through his body. Then her touch glided to his hand, where she examined it.

“First of all. Lets do something about these nails.” She cooed, one of her fingers sliding across his thumb and then its nail. In an effortless motion, the nail became completely covered in fuchsia. An impulse wanted him to pull away but he couldn't help but be mesmerised as the nail lengthened a centimetre. Then with a gentle pulse, the entire thumb shrunk, the bulk of it shedding away until a daintier version remained. Surprisingly, other than his joints popping as if they were made of bubble-wrap, it wasn't painful. Wiggling it around, he realised how light it was compared to the rest of his hand.

Soon, she was doing the same for each finger on his right hand. With one motion, the nail would turn red, then the finger would shrink. Just like before, a playful quiver would run through him, again stirring something in his loins. When she finished with his pinkie, an extra shiver made his dick stir to attention. Then with a more ferocious POP his entire palm retreated, sinking closer to his wrist before stopping at a smaller, refined size. The change didn't stop there, as a pop from his wrist signalled his entire arm to start retreating into itself.

“M-my arm!” He marvelled as the years of bulk that had weighed it down started to whittle away. It was as if his flesh was sinking closer to the bone. To add to this, the rough hairs that matted along the limb retreated back into his pores. Then, the skin blushed towards a glossy, tanned sheen he didn't remember being there before. “W-what are you-”

Rikki's fingers probed along his bicep. “As I said, I'm making the muscle more prominent.”

“By making it smaller?”

“By making the rest of it more compact.” She corrected him. “I haven't made you weaker, but brute strength is overrated anyway.”

A second glance seemed to justify her statement. He was expecting the strength in his arm to be gone, but he could still feel the hard muscle underneath the shrinking flesh. He flexed his arm and found it was rather light and limber. His other arm may as well have been tied to a boulder by comparison. Then there were the elegant fingers and long, red nails of his hand. The nails especially made him feel excited, their redness in particular reminding him of his lips: The colour of sex. These were the fingers of a woman tempting him for a night of fun.

“Like the nails?”

It was at this point he realised he'd been staring at his hand for some time. “Oh, ugh...well...”

Rikki giggled again. “It's no shame if you do like it. Remember that time you were 17?”

Rick shuddered at the memory. He'd been home alone and noticed some nail polish in the bathroom. An urge came over him to try it out, just as a curiosity. He only did a couple of fingers before his Mum suddenly came home and he had a difficult time hiding it for the rest of the night. Even with the embarrassment of wearing a glove that night to hide his shame, he remembered liking it. It made his large hand look alluring, almost sexy.

Without even asking for anything else, Rikki immediately worked on his other arm, the pulses becoming more and more intense as more pops and creaks blazed away on his arm. By the time it was finished, he was really starting to feel the contrast. His entire torso felt like a lead tank, but his arms were more like the gentle branches of a tree. He rubbed them, shivering at the smooth skin.

“So soft” he mused, enjoying the gentle brushes against his arm. He thought for so long that he was used to having a large, masculine body. Yet the more he changed, the more he was starting to doubt himself. Compared to the rest of his body, these arms, and even his face did not match. He wasn't sure how he could live this way.

“Still undecided?” Rikki spoke up.

“I-I don't know.”

With catlike grace, Rikki lowered herself to his bare feet. “Could you raise your leg?”

Rick complied, though weary at what she was going to do. She then wrapped her hands around his right foot. The moment her fingers dug into the soul of his foot, Rick felt a relieving prod which caused him to lean back in pleasure. Each prod sent a wave of pleasure up his leg, sending another quiver from his penis. He didn't expect a foot massage to feel so good and relaxing. It was as if the callouses on his foot were being scrubbed away.

As if it was putty, he could feel her hands compress and re-mould his foot. Gone were the hairy toes and long length. In their place were dainty ankles and delicate toes encased in satiny tanned skin. It's length was remarkably shorter compared to the other foot. Even the nails had the same fuchsia tone on them.

Then she started to stroke his calf in long strokes. Gradually their heavy bulkiness started to lift, withering away into slender appendages, before her strokes moved their way to his knees. As if pushing everything upwards, the grime and hair from his knees were ironed away, leaving a graceful bend. Then she moved up to his thigh, taking extra care to move as close to his crotch as possible. As he bit his lip in erotic pleasure, his thigh was shaved away until it was half its size.

When she was done, Rick did a impromptu kick. It looked a little on the thin side, and in contrast to his other leg felt so light and gentle. Yet he could also tell it was powerful and athletic.

“See. Just because you're a woman, doesn't mean you have to be weak.” The Goddess squeezed his feminine thigh, her fingers making shallow dimples against the firm muscle.

Suddenly, Rick spoke up. “C-can you do the other one?”

He expected Rikki to do a gasp or stare at him at disbelief. Instead, Rikki only nodded and started on the other leg without any protest. This time, he leaned back, stretching out his leg as his flesh melted away at her touch. The same electric pulses from before flowed into his crotch as his left leg joined the feminine wiles of the other in a matter of seconds. Like with the other leg, he gave it a test kick, impressed by its lightness. Yet something seemed lacking. It didn't seem sexy enough.

'Sexy?' He thought, wiggling his cute toes. It was a word he never really thought about to describe himself. He always thought of himself as a doughy computer expert who happened to have an embarrassing hobby. However, just looking at his legs and arms he could feel a sense of pride leaking in. As much as he was ashamed to admit it, he wanted more.

Suddenly, a hand was touching his shoulder. He turned to find Rikki was now kneeling on the bed behind him “That's it. Let those doubts go. You are not shy and insecure. There is a beautiful, sexy, confident soul underneath.”

“Confid-AHHH!” Rick cooed as he could feel her fingers dig into his shoulders. It was almost as if they were touching the very bone of his shoulders. He arched his back, feeling something along his spine pop, forcing his chest forward.

The Goddess continued to knead into his flesh, sending Rick into a relaxed stupor. He never tried a massage because of the expenses a spa usually had, but now he was wishing he'd tried one earlier. Not once did Rikki's fingers leave his back, exploring nooks and crannies he hadn't felt before. All the while, the knots and pains in his back started to leave him.

As if steam from a kettle, he gave a content sigh. As he did, he felt something in his spine compress, as if a valve had been released. In actual reality, his body was shrinking by a couple of inches.

“Feels nice doesn't it?” Rikki cooed.

“Yes.” He moaned, rolling his shoulders in a motion that felt more fluid than before.

“Good, now take a deep breath and don't exhale until I say so.”

Rick obeyed, unsure where this was going. Suddenly, as he sucked in air, Rikki's silky, thin arms wrapped around his torso and pulled him into a deep hug. Her soft hands stroked the forest of chest hair which elicited another wave of goosebumps against his skin. His member was now straining against his briefs.

“Exhale.” She instructed.

Rick did, expelling the air he'd been holding in. However, he almost stifled a gasp when he felt Rikki's embrace get tighter and tighter. At one point her arms dug into his ribs to the point they were unbearably close.

“Now breathe in again.”

Rick did, breathing in, but finding it harder to do. Rikki's arms felt like a clamp upon his ribs.

“Breathe out.”

He did again, and like before her arms continued to sink into his torso. However, it felt even deeper than last time. Rick didn't try to fight it. If anything he was feeling lighter than he had before. Even the flesh on his chest was feeling less itchy from the way her hands rubbed against them.

“Into intimacy, aren't you?”

Rick nodded, loving the feeling her arms around him. He wondered if this is what it felt like to be cared for.

“That's cute.” Rikki's head rested against his shoulder. “I promise that when we're done, you'll have a body anyone can wrap around easily.”

Rick would've questioned this, but he was too busy enjoying her touch around his torso. Again he inhaled and exhaled. Each time, Rikki's arms kept sliding closer to each other, and each time he could feel his torso pop and slide. It was as if each breath was lifting his body out of the hulking heaviness that had been there before.

Rikki's tightening embrace also awakened a memory he had as a teen. Rather, it was a fantasy he sometimes had whenever he had trouble sleeping or had a bad day. He'd imagine a large pair of arms wrapped around him. It always comforted him, as it felt like a security blanket protecting him from the outside world.

“Alright, that's enough.” Rikki instructed. Rick gave a content sigh, feeling incredibly lighter all of a sudden. When he looked down, he found his entire chest and ribcage area was smaller and devoid of the muscle and fat that had been there before. There was still some slight flab along his pectorals, but it wasn't as prominent as it had been. Rikki's arms, which had struggled to wrap around his torso before, were now overlapping each other.

“What did you do?” He gasped, but this time didn't feel as offended. He was already running his hands along his collarbone, feeling taut skin and delicate, smaller shoulders.

Rikki's hand brushed by the smoothness of his chest as if it was a feather. “Now you can wear that dress from that store. The green one with the straps.”

“I-I can?” He blushed, remembering a green dress he'd seen on a mannequin once. He remembered how good it would look on a woman, but never once thought it would suit him.

“I'd say its your size.”

His heart fluttered heartily. Then his eyes caught sight of the protruding gut below his chest and he frowned. “If I lose some weight anyway.” He murmured.

Rikki's hand floated to his stomach. “Don't worry, I can make this go away.”

This time there was no protest. For years he'd been self-conscious about his girth. He wasn't obese but compared to the abs he'd seen other men sport, it always made him feel left out. He didn't try to fight it as Rikki's hand slid along his stomach, and then wiped away the body hairs that adorned it. As soon as there was no hair left, her touch became even more sensual, moving around the paunch in circular motions. Once more, small electric pulses ran from her touch to his groin, a new wave of goosebumps rippling along his skin. His dick twitched within his briefs.

With bated breath he watched her hand swirl around his gut. Then, he felt it press down on his stomach. As if obeying a command, his paunch deflated, then the love handles at the sides caved in. All he could do was watch in amazement as his core became tighter and tighter, the impression at his sternum becoming deeper and deeper. Soon, there was barely any softness as Rikki's hand pressed against his flat navel. When she pulled away, a flat, small waist was greeting him.

He touched it, as if fearing it was a dream, and almost wept. It was everything he ever wanted to touch: smooth, but firm and light.

Though he still had to ask: “Can I have some abs?”

The Goddess laughed. “Hun, look at me. Does it look like we need any abs?”

He gazed at her stomach, and saw how similar it was to his. Yet he couldn't help but compare the two. His eyes were drawn to the complete contrast between her waist and her wide hips. He then stared at his own, and only saw two skinny thighs stand out from a thin, but nondescript stomach.

“Eyes up here.”

“Huh, sorry. I-I was just...”

She brushed his long hair lovingly. “I know. You want what I have, don't you?”

At this point, Rick couldn't hide it. He gave a sad nod.

Rikki once more leaned in, her nose threatening to touch his. “Then say it.” She purred quietly.

Rick gulped, in disbelief in what he was about to say: “I...want your...hips. Please.” The last word felt like an obligation, even though he knew Rikki didn't need permission.

“I thought you'd never ask.” Rikki gave a gentle peck on the forehead. “Now, take off your underwear.”

Like a deer in the headlights, Rick's eyes widened. “Huh?”

The Goddess didn't need to say anything, giving him an assuring smile.

“Ok!” Rick hurriedly fumbled with his briefs. When he pulled them down, his erect penis stood proudly. Looking at it, he couldn't help but become more aroused, noting how large it looked compared to the rest of his body.

“Looking good.” The Goddess purred, pushing him onto the bed. Before he knew it, she had straddled herself onto his thighs. Just feeling the heat before her loins made his member convulse.

“Lie back for me.” With that honey-like voice, he could never disobey her.

As soon as Rick laid down, Rikki laid her hands upon the smooth, taut skin of his lower abdomen, sending more chills through his body. At one point they got dangerously close to his groin, only to dance to the sides of his pelvis at the last second.

“Not yet.” She teased, shifting closer to his groin. “Let's leave that for the climax.”

“But-” He started to protest, only to be cut off.

“Trust me, it'll be worth it.” The Goddess winked, her hands already finding the hard bones of his pelvis. Her thumbs brushed by the bone, sending his hard member into another spasm.

“I bet it feels so tight down there.” Her thumbs traced the bone.

“Mmmmm.” It had never occurred to him before, but now that she had mentioned it, it did feel very constrained down there. It was as if a corset had been applied there.

“Could you imagine going to the bar with those hips? Not really going to turn a lot of heads, is it?”

Her words soothed into his ear, but he couldn't deny it wasn't true.

“But imagine if they were.” Her whisper wafted like vapour. “Having a pair of hips that round out your dress so well.”

Rick could only nod in agreement. There had been dresses he'd seen at clothes stores adorning mannequins. He'd always admired the wide outward curve of a woman's lower half, and he wanted to know what it felt like. As if on cue, he felt the bone of his hips start to give way. Looking down, he noticed the indent of his pelvic bones were slowly shifting away from where Rikki's thumbs were.

“Imagine being at the beach as a pair of bikini bottoms hug and rub against your sides.”

As much as he wanted to protest, he couldn't help but be aroused by the thought, his penis quivering as his pelvis continued to slide along the confines of his flesh. As if to compensate, his thighs angled into each other, causing his knees to touch.

Her silky voice continued to cut through his doubts. “Imagine a pair of hands gripping them as you roll in bed with your partner.”

Rick did, imagining the hands that were gripping him in the throes of passion, but there was something off about the thought. He wanted to think of a woman's delicate hands, but the first thing that came to mind was something large and rough. Yet the contrast only sent a new wave of pleasure through his body.

Suddenly, Rick couldn't help but buck into the air. Immediately, his entire pelvis clicked outwards, sending a wave of relief through him. On either side of his navel, he could spot something jutting out of his sides, only separated by a bulge of flesh.

But that wasn't enough. There was no way he was stopping with something so malnourished, along with those pathetic barbie doll thighs. He was tired of being hard angles. He wanted soft fullness.

As if obeying his desires, a warmth that had been absent before flowed from his core to the sides of his hips. Before he knew it, the outline of his pelvic bones were consumed by a soft layer of fat that rounded out his sides, giving the hourglass figure he never knew he wanted. As an extra bonus, his slender thighs throbbed as excess fat filled them. As they turned plump, Rikki gave them a playful squeeze. Even with the supple skin feeling spongy in her touch, it did not remove the firm muscle they were hiding underneath. It was now sinking in how beautiful he was becoming and he couldn't be happier.

When the pulsing had stopped, Rikki stood up and instructed. “Turn over.”

Obeying her, Rick turned around, but now he was starting to get more confident. He was loving the curves that were adorning his body and felt the urge to show off. In a seductive action, he placed his hands on the bed, and purposely stuck his ass out at Rikki.

Rikki raised her eyebrows. “My, feeling bold are we?”

Rick gave a coy nod, wiggling his ass some. “Why? You don't want me to show off?”

“No, keep doing that.” Rikki insisted. “I think your ass agrees.”

As if on cue, warmth pooled into Rick's ass as it started to ripple. His thick thighs rubbing against his groin, he pushed his ass out further, feeling the skin firm and expand. As if it was an airbag exploding in slow motion, his flat ass-cheeks pushed out into luscious round curves. He swayed his hips seductively, feeling the excess flesh wiggle as it stuck out from his thin waist.

SLAP. A sharp pain exploded from his left butt-cheek. Surprised, he turned to find Rikki had just finished slapping his ass playfully.

“Hey!”

“Sorry,” She laughed. “I could tell you were asking for it.”

Rick couldn't help but blush, knowing she was right. He rubbed his ass, surprised by the full softness of it. He'd seen dancers in rap videos with large, firm asses before, but it was something else having one. It was especially pert and sported some jiggle. He could already imagine how a tight pair of panties would rub in the crack between them, sending another pleasurable twitch from his dick.

“I'm so proud you are embracing your feminine side.” Rikki purred, her arms again wrapping around his waist.

“Yes.” Rick laughed, with no hint of nerves whatsoever.

The Goddesses arms snaked up his flat stomach, tracing its contours up to his chest. “That said, I think you're ready for that next step.”

Rick gave a small moan, feeling her electric fingers find the sensitive nipples that had been lying dormant on his chest for so long. A small voice in his head pleaded to stop: that he was a man. He didn't need a large ass or long hair, but the feminine thoughts he'd been holding back easily smothered those doubts. Now it felt lacking, missing the nurturing warmth his ass had been blessed with.

As if to further tempt him, the Goddess pressed herself into his back, making sure her breasts smooshed into his shoulder blades. Something about the way she dug into his ass only sent another twitch from his dick, which was now on the verge of bursting. It again reminded him of the fantasy with the arms, only now he wondered if the figure behind him was actually taller and much more muscular.

'Wait, did I just think that?' He blushed, yet aroused.

“What do you say?”The Goddess hummed, pressing her breasts deeper into his back. “Want these too?”

Rick relented and nodded. “Yes. Please give it to me.”

Her fingers danced along his nipples, igniting a spark that sent more surges along his dick. He was amazed that even after all of the stimulation he hadn't cummed yet. The flesh on his chest started to dimple, the nipples darkening and expanding with each circular movement.

THROB, the skin around the nipples puckered up. Regardless how he felt, Rick knew he was about to pass the point of no return. Biting his lip, he felt a crackling electricity building from underneath the flesh. Rikki upped the ante, her fingers tweaking at the nipples. Another, louder moan left his lips. His nipples stretched to the size of pencil erasers, as the hard flesh around them became softer and malleable.

THROB. With amazement, he watched his as chest slowly grew and stretched, pushing back Rikki's hands. They grew to small conical mounds, and then rounded out into perky little breasts.

'Breasts' He thought. 'I have breasts!' However, he hardly had any time to process this as they expanded into Rikki's waiting hands.

“That's it girl, keep going.” The Goddess purred. “You want to be outdone by that B-cup blonde that turned you down last week? Show her what she's missing!”

Rick arched his back, determined to will her breasts to become bigger.

THROB. THROB. Rick's breasts continued to push forwards. The more they did, the more the flesh dug into Rikki's hands as she cupped them. Each jolt of electricity that poured from her nipples shot down to his groin, which convulsed as if shooting out phantom ejaculations.

“Feels good, huh?”

“Mmmmm.” He nodded.

“Then why don't you touch them?”

“I can?” Ricks lips couldn't hide the amorous smirk that was visible.

This was met by a knowing smirk from Rikki. “Can? You already are.”

“Huh?” Rick looked down, only to find Rikki was right. He hadn't noticed at all, but his own hands were cupping his growing breasts. Had they always been doing that? Or had he done it subconsciously?

But he had no time to dwell on that, as his breasts continued to inflate. In his fingers they felt so soft and full that they threatened to spill out of his grasp. Just as they started to feel heavy, the growth subsided and he was left nurturing his bosom. Exploring, the first thing he noticed was that they were round, but also soft. It wasn't like a water balloon or anything. It was more like a foam mattress. At one point he let them go and was surprised to feel them jiggle as they bounced on his chest. They settled into two tear-drop shapes and looked like large hills that sloped from his collarbone. He traced the nipple and again shivered at the sensitive skin that permeated that area. He squeaked at the touch, his penis once more throbbing for release.

“Ughn.” He sighed. “Sooooo sensitive.”

“Better than your boring old nips, right?” He heard a voice in front of him.

“OH!” Rick had been so preoccupied, he forgot Rikki was still in the room. Had she been watching him massage himself? Yet that didn't seem to embarrass him as much. If anything he felt flattered to know someone was watching him like this. He continued to massage his breasts, getting a laugh from the Goddess.

“I think you're starting to see it now.” Rikki strode up to him. “That being a woman has its benefits?”

Rick nodded. “I feel so great. And sexy.”

“Yes, and you don't need to be submissive. Your body is a weapon. If you use it right, anyone will want to sleep with you.”

“Really?” Rick massaged her nipple absently. He thought back to the fantasy of the figure hugging him from behind, sending another shiver through him. His cheeks turned red at such a thought. If Rikki noticed she didn't say anything.

“Only if you want to.” Rikki brushed a strand of hair behind Rick's ear again. “It's your body. Do whatever feels best to you.”

“Right.” He nodded.

“But now, I think I got one more thing to do before I leave.” Without warning, Rick felt something clasp onto his dick. It was obvious what Rikki had in mind, and Rick couldn't wait.

Rick licked his lips. “I thought you'd never get to that.”

“That's the spirit girl!” The Goddess smirked, before the two made it back on the bed. Rick sat down, only to give another moan as he felt his balls and thighs rubbing against each other. His heartbeat quickened, his skin tingled with anticipation, and the large rod between his thighs yearned for release.

Rikki's hand planted itself on his thigh, then slowly crept to the erect rod. The moment her fingers wrapped around the base of his appendage, Rick had to give a sensual moan. Never had he remembered the flesh down there feeling so sensitive.

“Trust me. It's gonna be ten times as much when I'm done.”

“Then please hurry!” He panted. “I'm so horny!”

The Goddess nodded and started to squeeze on the rock hard appendage. With slow, but deliberate strokes her fingers slid along his rod. He could feel her skin rub against every crevice, every vein of his penis, with each stroke sending another surge of pleasure through him.

But wasn't she going too slow?

“I said hurry!” He panted, but Rikki didn't reply.

Throb. Another shiver crept across his skin, as the tingling in his groin intensified. Rick moaned, growing more and more impatient. Even if the feelings were pleasurable, he was never getting off at this rate!

'The one time I hold out for so long and it's the wrong time!' He thought.

Annoyed, he was about to reach for his groin, when his hand brushed by his breast. It was nothing much, but he once more felt a tingle.

'Oh yeah.' He remembered. 'I have tits now. I wonder...'

Slowly, he placed a hand on one of his breasts and felt another tingle right at his nipple. Curiously he started to tweak it, and the sensations across his body intensified. A surprised shriek escaped his lips. Rikki glanced but said nothing.

Rick again played with his nipple. The sensation returned, sending another intense pulse to his core. Suddenly, he started to work at his breast some more, the feeling of soft flesh between his fingers pleasing him. All the time more pleasurable sensations came into his groin as his penis throbbed more and more. At the same time, he could feel the stroking of his dick become faster. He could even feel the tip starting to get wet from pre-cum.

He smirked, starting to understand. He couldn't just let his partner do all the work. He had a role too.

Keeping his right hand on his breast, his other hand started to explore, trying to find more erogenous zones. It travelled down his waist, gliding along the small indent of his navel. Another jolt of pleasure elicited a giggle from him, but it wasn't as strong. Disappointed he continued to travel lower, gliding over the small bump of his pubic bone before meeting with the tidy tangle of coarse hair near his penis.

Rikki's hand was still pumping, but it needed something more. He knew the intensity was coming from his groin, but would he dare? Would Rikki be mad at interrupting her good work? For a moment he thought he saw Rikki glance at him, but when he looked back, found she was still focused on her handjob.

'Now or never,' He thought, his delicate fingers moving around to his testicles below. Never had they felt so tight, as if something was threatening to explode down there. Carefully, he touched one and gave a shiver at the firmness. It was as if they needed a squeeze.

So, he did.

“AHHH” The rush of pleasure that coursed through him took Rick by surprise. Rikki smirked at the action and started to pump harder. Rick panted, starting to catch on at Rikki's game. Shrugging off feelings of shame, he started to fondle his testicles, moaning and writhing whenever he pushed one at just the right place. Inside, he could feel a bubbling sensation inside his scrotum, as if his testicles were soaking in champagne. Above his testicles, something was expanding, pushing aside the other organs, making room for something new: a womb.

Rikki pumped harder, all the pressure from Rick's balls starting to build up in his shaft. More and more he fondled them, always making sure his breasts got proper attention too. It got to the point where his balls tightened against his groin, but he couldn't quite figure out the next step. He tried to think what would do it, but the intense sensations were making it hard to concentrate. He'd massaged and massaged but nothing was putting him over the edge.

Then a thought came: what if he pressed into himself?

He froze at such a thought. Into himself? That was an absurd thought. That sounded more painful than pleasurable. Besides, if he did that then he knew the ramifications of what it would feel like. But the more he thought, the more in made sense. In-between his firm balls, he could sense a crease that felt tender and vulnerable, wanting to be pressed.

'Here goes.' He gulped, positioning his finger at the crease before giving it a firm press.

POP! “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”

Everything came at once and he wasn't prepared. First, his balls rocketed upwards into himself. It was so sudden, that just as his finger dug into the developing chasm where his balls used to be, he orgasmed simultaneously.

And it hit him hard.

Mighty ropes of semen erupted from his penis, sending a euphoric wave of pleasure all over his body. He screamed in relief, not caring that sticky fluid was covering his hand in spurts. All the while Rikki squeezed his penis, causing more semen to squirt out. His toes curled and his body tensed as a surge of electricity paralysed him for a few seconds, followed by a sensation that he could only describe as bliss.

After a few seconds he could feel his body relax, but the tingle of his orgasm stayed behind like a pleasant hug.

“What...what was that?” He finally asked.

“Your last male orgasm.” Rikki smiled. “Just a little more and you'll have your first as a woman.”

“Orgasm?” That perplexed him. That felt way more intense than the many times he masturbated by himself on a lonely night. If anything, they felt like party poppers compared to the industrial firework his recent orgasm had been. Would a woman's feel even better?

It then occurred to him that the fingers on his left hand were no longer outside of him. They seemed to be wedged inside a moist, but finite chasm. He pulled them out with a slurp, but didn't feel the sensation of his balls popping back into place. All he could feel were rough folds of skin in their place.

'My-my balls!” He gasped, but not in a way that sounded disappointed. If anything he was surprised how free his groin felt without them. He now knew he was very close.

But there was another smell that was enticing him. He looked at his hand and saw it covered in the sticky remnants of his session. He brought it closer, intrigued by the complex aroma. It was sweet, yet salty at the same time.

Rikki watched him expectedly. “Go on. Do it!” She urged, licking one of her own sticky fingers with a seductive moan.

Rick only gave a wicked smile and dipped his fingers into his mouth. The taste was like nothing he'd ever experienced and only sent another shiver through him. Deliberately, he sucked on the fingers, savouring the taste, then licked the remnants of his juices.

“Hmmm, I taste good.” He moaned.

“Trust me Hun, you'll taste even better when you get rid of that old thing.” Rikki motioned to the one thing that stood out like a sore thumb on his body: his penis.

Up until this point, it had been something he was afraid of this whole time. He'd been with his penis for such a long time that being without it had felt wrong in his mind. But now, looking at the curvaceous and beautiful body that adorned him, the opposite now seemed true. This was holding him back in becoming the person he, no, she wanted to be. He'd been ashamed of it for all his life and now he knew why: it wasn't because he wasn't enough of a man, it was that he wasn't supposed to be one.

So, it was with the utmost certainty that he said the following: “Can I finish this?”

Rikki didn't seem surprised. If anything, she only smirked. “Of course!”

“You sure?”

“Girl, it's our body. Whatever you feel I feel too.” She then leaned in and whispered. “Go crazy!”

In response, Rick kissed her on the cheek. “Thank you.” He smiled.

“No, thank you for allowing me to come out.” Rikki smiled back, laying herself right next to Rick. “Now, do what you need to do.”

Rick laughed, appreciating the Goddess's company, then took his attention towards his erect appendage. It looked so lonely down there without any scrotum to accompany it, but he now knew what had to be done. Tenderly he wrapped his fingers around his penis, only for a massive wave of pleasure to surprise him. He had to gasp at its unexpected sensitivity but soon the moment passed. Carefully he took a breath and squeezed. The pleasurable feelings returned but in a much intense way.

“UGHN.” He gasped.

“Careful.” Rikki whispered.

'Guess I'll take it slow.' He thought, as his hand tenderly felt around his dick. Pleasure rushed through his body as he could feel the firm flesh harden in his lubricated fingers. His other hand in the meantime started to explore the strange puffy lips that had formed underneath. He touched it and shivered again. It was sensitive, but not as sensitive as his dick and he wasn't sure about going inside.

“Go on.” Rikki goaded. “Explore. I know you liked it last time.”

Rick took another breath, knowing she had a point. Then, he gently prodded his fingers inside. Surprisingly the entrance felt tighter than before, and moist. Suddenly, a twitch from his dick suddenly made the chasm contract and he elicited a small squeak.

Rikki smirked. “Anything the-”

“No, it's fine.” Rick insisted. He really didn't want to admit he sort of liked the feeling. For a long time he didn't know why that aroused him. He knew he liked girls, yet this was something else altogether. It was like what was empty in his life was becoming whole. Gently he moved his fingers in his developing vagina and found he could slide them in and out. His dick twitched in response.

Soon he found a rhythm, rocking his hips as the same heat from before built up in his loins. This time it was a slower burn and the more he worked the more the last parts of his transformation accelerated. With each spasm he could feel his penis tremble and slip from his fingers. With surprise he found it was half its original size and still shrinking. Instead of fear however, a growing sense of satisfaction was starting to seep out of him.

He now knew that he didn't need the appendage getting in the way of the rest of his sexy body. He wasn't a man who was ashamed. She was actually a woman carved from marble who wanted to show her beauty to the whole world. Before Rick knew it, she was smiling at the thought, willing her dick to keep shrinking into the folds of her vagina. Soon she was counting the milestones to womanhood. First, she found it hard to grip her hand around the shaft. Then she could barely massage it with two fingers, as it sealed up into a fleshy nub. Then, it started to sink into the fleshy folds of her sex, sending an extra wave of pleasure through her body.

“AHH!” She squeaked, her other hand just about pushing further into her vagina as she lost concentration.

“C'mon Ricky!” The Goddess whispered in encouragement. “You're so close. Do me proud!”

But Rick was too engrossed in her building orgasm, the pressure in her core begging for sweet release. Her fingers kept working hard at her moist pussy, the surges of energy becoming more and more intense to the point she had to arch her back in response. All the while she focused on every part of her body, the flowing hair touching her neck, the slim shoulders, the heaving breasts that rose and fell with each breath, her taut belly, the pert ass that sat against the mattress, the silky, smooth legs that rubbed against each other, and finally, the wet folds of her sex. Then, just when she couldn't stand the suspense:

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

The walls around her reverberated as her first female orgasm hit her like a tsunami. In an instant, hot juices flowed onto her fingers, spilling out of the new orifice she'd created. But that was nothing compared to the everlasting waves of pleasure that spread around her body, exploding from her core to her arms and legs. All she could do was bask in the pleasure as her tense muscles slowly relaxed.

It was only when Rick started to sit up that the Goddess spoke. “Welcome to womanhood.” She smiled, stroking a loose hair from Rick's forehead.

“Yeah, I'll say.” Rick panted, looking at her feminine fingers. They smelt heavily of her sexual nectar, drastically different than before. Without even being prompted, she gave it a lick and gasped at how different it tasted. The lingering saltiness that had been there before was gone, replaced by a different taste altogether. However, it tasted just as good, eliciting an erotic moan from her lips.

Rikki giggled. “Still want your male body back?”

Rick sat up, getting a good look at her new body. Just like Rikki's body, it was all slender limbs and flowing curves which seamlessly melted into each other. But she didn't feel scared by it whatsoever. If anything, she felt excited. Even in the dim bedroom light, she was intoxicated by how the lights and shadows bounced off the muscles and curved lines of her abdomen. Rick settled her hand on her breasts and felt the nurturing softness. Gently she embraced herself, letting the silkiness of her skin absorb into her.

'My body.' She realised. 'This is my body now.'

Suddenly, she felt Rikki's finger grace her cheek. Looking up she found the Goddess was holding up a tear. She hadn't even realised she was crying.

“Sorry. It's not what you think.” She sniffed. “I really love it!” For the first time, she really meant it.

“I know.” Rikki pulled in her clone in a tight embrace. Rick didn't protest, letting their bodies melt into each other.

When they finally pulled away the Goddess smiled. “Now you've decided, I guess we can't really call you Rick anymore.”

“I guess not.” Rick looked down at herself, knowing this sexy body did not deserve the name 'Rick'. “But what should I be called?”

“How about Rikki?” The Goddess suggested. Rick shivered at the name, but not at repulsion. If anything, the name only sent goosebumps through her.

“Rikki?” She mused. “I like that name. You don't mind if I borrow it?”

The Goddess placed a hand on her shoulder. “I am a part of you. You think I'd call myself any other name?”

Rick/Rikki knew she had a point, but felt honoured to be allowed such a fitting name. Gently, she hugged her copy. “Thank you Goddess.” She joyfully replied, tears running down her cheeks.

The Goddess giggled, but pulled away from the hug. Rikki noticed the Goddess's smile looked sadder than usual. “Thanks, but it was you who summoned me. For a long time I thought you'd never listen to me, but now I'm happy you've opened your mind to let me into your life.”

Suddenly, the Goddess started to glow before Rikki's eyes. “What's happening?” The transformed woman asked.

“My work here is done.” The Goddess serenely spoke, taking the hairclip out of her hair.

Rick gasped. “Wait, you're going?”

“Not really.” The Goddess assured her. “I'm just returning to my home.”

“Home?” Rikki mused before realising. “You mean, me?”

“Bingo, Hun.” The Goddess managed to part some of Rikki's hair and fitted the hairclip into place. “I am your inner goddess after all. I'll always be with you.”

Rikki felt the hairclip, wondering what it looked like on her. “B-but, what about my friends, my family? My clothes?”

“I wouldn't worry about that.” The Goddess laughed as her form started to dissipate into Rikki's chest. “I think you'll find adjusting to your new life will be easy.”

“What do you mean?”

“You'll see.” The Goddess's voice started to fade. “Just listen to your feminine side. Until we meet again!” Then, the Goddess's glowing form leaned into Rikki and started phasing into her body. Helpless to stop her other self, Rikki felt a warmth flowing into her.

Next thing she knew, the Goddess was gone. Rikki found herself alone in her bed, naked. To her surprise, she was still female. Not that she minded, but the worry of what her friends and family would think weighed heavy on her mind. What if her mother called? How would she explain her son's absence?

“Listen to your feminine side. It will be alright.” A voice echoed in her head. This time she heard it.

“Goddess?” She cried, but there was no reply. However, there was something about those words that told her to trust them.

Her eyes caught sight of something on the ground. On closer inspection it was her wallet. She was so occupied embracing her feminine side that she forgot her wallet had been in her pants at the time. Curiously, a sort of intuition told her to examine the object. Picking it up, she found her driver's licence and gasped at what she saw.

Her photo had changed considerably. Gone was her male self, and in its place was her current face. Instead of her old name, was the new name 'Rikki Nolan' along with her gender being reassigned as 'F'. Then for good measure, she found that her wallet had blushed a bright pink and had become a feminine purse. She couldn't believe the magic was this thorough.

Just as quickly, she realised she had new memories. It was a life that Rikki had not lived, and yet somehow felt like she had: she'd been a girl who specialised in soccer, but also took arts and craft and was an expert in computers. She had some unsuccessful dates, and wondered why they didn't appreciate her, which was why she'd bought this kit. At the same time, she still kept her previous memories of her time as Rick, but they seemed more like a separate movie to the new experiences which were coming into being.

Then she remembered drinking with Sam earlier that night and how she was looking at his stomach, wondering what his washboard abs would feel like when they embraced.

She paused at this thought. Her and another man? And Sam of all people? Strangely enough, the thought didn't disgust her. She found it much easier to think of a man wrapping his strong arms around her waist, and brushing his hand under her breast-

Her cheeks felt hot when she realised her own hand was touching her breast again. Her heart was racing, but she wasn't surprised. After her recent masturbation session, it was starting to become clear how much she craved to be filled. In fact, one of the new memories that arose was when she went to a club and coyly teased with boys to see how hard they really wanted her. A quick reflection of her interest in women however revealed she still retained her feelings for women. She was surprised to find she still got aroused thinking of a tight bikini bottom on a firm ass or a generous valley of cleavage spilling out of a top. She could only smirk at these feelings, glad that changing her sex didn't necessarily mean a rapid restructure of her sexuality.

The more she thought the more new memories emerged, sending a sense of assurance that the world now truly knew her as female. Just to be sure, she checked her phone, finding selfies of her new self, along with various men and women which she quickly remembered were her dates. Assuring as this was however, this did not fix the other problem: she still had nothing to wear!

She looked around and found her briefs on the bedroom floor. She got out of her bed in a motion that reminded her of the Goddess. With each step her hips gave a little sashay, and her breasts bounced a little whenever she moved. It was as if a new way of moving had been hard-wired into her brain.

'Well, guess they'll do.' She sighed, bending over to pick up the garments, though not impressed. She could tell already these were not going to fit right.

“I wish these were sexier.”

As she moved to reach them however, a remarkable thing happened. The briefs started to shrivel before her touch. The grey cotton texture started to darken, with flowery lace designs imprinting themselves onto the fabric. Finally, the legs disappeared altogether, leaving behind a sexy pair of panties in her fingers.

Rikki furrowed her brow in surprise, excitement welling inside of her as she felt the fabric in her hands. “Did I do that?” She mused, glancing at her legs.

She suddenly remembered what her Godddess had said. Could her subconscious be willing her environment to change?

Excited to see what else she could do, she slipped her legs through the material and pulled them around her hips. They snugly fit her groin area in a way her briefs or boxers couldn't. Even better was that there was no unsightly bulges ruining the image for her.

She rubbed her hips sensually, admiring the view. “What else can I wear?” She mused, her eyes locking onto her discarded singlet. She picked it up and like the briefs before it, also transformed. They shrivelled up, the hem rising higher. The straps became thinner as the fabric around the chest started to feel harder and bulged into two cup-like shapes. Like the panties, they also darkened to a seductive black, the same lace pattern from her panties imprinting on itself. Within seconds, she had a bra in her grasp.

She practically could feel goosebumps along her skin as she stared at the garment. She thought back to when she was Rick, and how he would stare at the mannequins at the display windows. At the time she thought he'd been looking on in curiosity due to his desire to be with another woman, but now she knew it was envy as well. She loved the feeling of the material against her skin but she never thought she'd get the privilege.

Curiously, she glanced at the size label and grinned at the cup size. “Thank you Goddess.” She murmured. To her surprise, putting it on wasn't difficult at all. All she did was slide her arms though the straps, adjust the cups against her breasts and then fasten it at the back. It was as if this instinct had been in her for a long time. The bra hugged her new curves lovingly, showing a generous bounty of cleavage with it. A smile of satisfaction formed on her lips, loving how much was being revealed. After being trapped in that old male body for so long, she was ready to embrace and show the world the body she deserved to have.

Of course, even she had the sense to know she couldn't just wear underwear all her life, so she started looking for more clothes to change. First she picked up a pair of trousers, which shrunk into a modest business skirt that stopped at above her knee. She then stormed through her wardrobe, going through each of her garments one by one. Dress shirts became smaller blouses, jeans became skinnier versions of themselves which hugged the contours of her legs, or skirts of various lengths. Some of her socks elongated into nylon stockings. Even her dress shoes became a dainty pair of heels.

Each piece that transformed put Rikki more and more at ease. Every garment was made to fit the contours of her new body, but also had enough restraint not to make her too slutty. This relieved her somewhat. She always found girls who dressed like bimbos a little unsexy and she was glad that her clothes wanted to show off her new-found confidence without going overboard. Just as she finished her raid, she found a gaudy green tuxedo which she hadn't worn since a shocking date some years ago. She examined it, frowning at the memory.

“I wouldn't mind something to impress a date.” She enquired to no one in particular.

Suddenly, the tuxedo drastically changed in her hand. The fabric started to thin out, whilst the suit and pants both merged to become a whole product. The pant legs melted into each other and started to retreat into the suit portion, whilst the sleeves bunched up closer to the shoulders before disappearing altogether into a couple of thick shoulder straps. A belt-like garment emerged at the middle and pulled the garment into an hourglass shape, whilst the neckline plunged into a deep V.

When the changes stopped, she found she was holding a cocktail dress. Like emerald it shimmered, looking elegant, but also revealing enough to show her curves where it counted. Rikki found she was crying the moment she looked at this dress.

There was no doubt about it, she had to wear it.

She rushed out of the room, and zipped down the hallway, only giving slight notice to the occasional changed photo or two. She then reached the bathroom and somehow managed to slip the dress onto her body. She did find putting the zipper at the back a little difficult, but as soon as she got it on she adjusted her hair and looked at herself in the mirror. Standing before her was Rikki Nolan: not the Goddess, but the woman Rick had always wanted to be. The dress flowed along her curves gracefully, the hem stopping half-way up her thighs. Even the hairclip that the Goddess had left behind seemed to put her hair together just right. Just to be sure she wasn't imagining things, she slid a hand along the curve of her body, and the girl in the reflection did the same.

Another tear went down her cheek as she took in the form before her.

“Thank you Goddess.” She mouthed, talking to her reflection.

It might have been her emotional state, but she thought she heard a voice comfort her in agreement.

(To be continued)