I was kneeling atop a snowy cliff one night, looking out at the city through my binoculars in search of a target, when I was startled by a voice from the woods behind me.
“Excuse me, miss—” it began, but was cut off when I whirled around, put my hands up, and definitely didn’t let out a small ‘eep!’ Before me stood a woman about my age, with short, blonde hair, and an inadequately dressed, shivering body. Was she out for a hike this late at night, in this weather, wearing jeans, sneakers, and a jacket…?
Whatever she was up to, she was entirely non-threatening at this point. I mean, I was the one with the giant sniper rifle strapped to her back…
“Oh gosh, I’m sorry,” she continued. “It’s just, I noticed you were here, with… with that… and I need your help… it’s… it’s about my boyfriend…”
“Woah woah woah, hang on,” I interjected. “I’m really sorry if he’s cheating on you, or whatever it is, but this isn’t— I’m not some hitman. Err, hitwoman. Or whatever. You’ve got the wrong idea—”
“I know what you do,” she blurted out, her voice just shy of warranting a ‘!’ as its punctuation. “I know… you’re… you’re ’the Wind of Change’, aren’t you…?” I stared at her, hardly believing my ears. How the hell did she find me? “You’re the talk of the town, though no one really knows if you’re a person, or an organization, or a curse, or what… but the spontaneous transformations… I could see the targets weren’t just random.”
I was too impressed to deny any of it. “Yeah. Uh, I didn’t know about the name, actually, but I’ve been transforming people in this city with my spellgun for a few weeks now. My name’s Gale. I guess what I do is… morally dubious… I try to transform people who will either like it or who actually need it. Like uh, if someone’s getting mugged, and I see it, I might turn them into something that can defend itself better…”
“Morally dubious?” She laughed. “With that example, you almost sound like one of those capes! They say every city has at least one…”
“No no but I also turn CEOs and stuff into really embarrassing forms at the funniest possible times and— I-I’m not a cape! Hey! I’m not! I am not a super hero!” Taking a moment to regain my composure, I moved things right along. “Anyways. You found me. And you said you needed my help. And I’m probably gonna refuse, to be clear, but, just in case… what do you need?”
“Oh right, yes. My boyfriend. No, I don’t want you to take him out, or teach him a lesson, or anything… I actually… well…” She hesitated, as if unsure how to say what she wanted to. “I… I don’t think he’s… actually… my boyfriend…”
“What do you— ooohhh…” I casually moved about, making a little floating flame to keep the two of us warm. “That’s… huh. How do you know?”
“Here, let me see your binoculars. I’ll show you.” I handed them over and she messed with them a little to fit her face better. “Our apartment should be… uuumm… there it is! And there he is. Err, she? What do we, uh…”
“Let’s just go with ‘they’ for now,” I answered, similarly unsure. “Anyways, help me find them.” Two minutes later and I was successfully spying on her significant other through their window. “So what makes you think they’re— ooohhh! In their closet there, and those drawings, and on their screen they’re looking at— EEP!” I squeezed my eyes shut, not wanting to infringe on that much privacy (as if it mattered where I drew the line at that point). “Yeah that’s a she, I think! Some of the drawings of her, uh, her ‘true self’, let’s say, had words in them, and those words occasionally called her a she. Yeah. A little detective work there.”
“Right…” she said. “She’s not out… well, she’s talked to me about it a little bit. Some of the clothes you saw are mine. I’m not sure what’s keeping her from being fully out… I’m not sure what she’s feeling at all, actually.” She looked a little distressed. “But I want to help her. I knew I had to find you.”
“Of course,” I replied calmly, not wanting to mention how much it bothered me that someone found me out of nowhere for the first time ever. “How about this. I’ll change her, right now, and it’ll last the whole night. That’ll give her the time to experience, yknow, being herself, and then the two of you will be able to talk things through and move on to looking for a more permanent transformation if that’s what you decide to do. I’m not as good at permanent stuff, and I stay away from it unless the person on the receiving end is really sure it’s what they want. Sound good?”
She nodded, so I handed her the binoculars and readied my spellgun. Finding their apartment through the scope only took a moment. I lined it up, put my magic into the rifle, primed it with the bolt…
… and took the shot.
She jolted in her chair as her hair began to spill down her neck and then back, flowing beautifully from her head. Of course we couldn’t hear anything going on, so we just had to imagine her voice changing as her face gently warped into a more feminine shape, the sensations no doubt drawing numerous sounds from her lips. She tried to stand from her chair, but was having a hard time as her hips widened and thighs thickened. Something else changed near that area too, something much more sensitive, but that isn’t something I know how to say much about, so I won’t. I made sure it felt good, though…
One thing I do know how to talk about is the fact that all those drawings of her featured some fat tits, which her chest was now ballooning out against her shirt to match. The fabric strained, and I lowered my spellgun, looking over to the woman who’d found me to see her suddenly blush deeply. The shirt must’ve just ripped successfully. “How does she look?” I asked teasingly.
“She’s… wow… j-just like her drawings…” We both startled a little bit at the sudden noise of her phone vibrating. Fishing it out of her pocket, her look of confusion and concern lightened immediately when she looked at the message she’d received. “Gale, look! It’s from her…” And sure enough, on her screen were these words:
“BABE YOU ARENT GONNA BELIEVE WHAT JUST HAPPENED TO ME”
