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TG STORY: FROZEN CHAPTER 2 PART 3/3
🕑 Added 2023-09-04 15:35:53 +0000 UTCTime seems to always find a way to freeze in the most inconvenient of moments I thought to myself, unable to comfortably deal with a very distraught Nick and investigate the petrified sushi restaurant concurrently. What was fascinating was that this time I wasn’t alone in my immunity from the temporal anomaly, Nick, although visibly scared and shaken up, walked freely around the restaurant. I was worried however that we both would begin to change as I had into anything the higher powers desired. I had yet to find any rhyme or reason for these occurrences. “Again, why now of all times?” I thought in my head.
After five minutes of waiting and checking the outside street for any activity, I decided it was time to come clean with Nick. However, when I found him sitting down back in the booth, head buried in his hands out of disbelief, he looked visibly different.
His hair, which had been slicked back the whole evening began to uncurl and lose its shape. It even looked to be longer, with strands of hair touching the back of his neck. His frame also looked smaller. While it was hard to make out with his suit on, he now looked more like a teenager who had been asked to try on his dad’s clothes. A sinking feeling began to grow in my mind as these changes felt all too familiar. I asked him to stand up to confirm my suspicions. He obeyed almost too quickly as if he knew something was happening to him and that he needed help.
My face again became one of utter shock. Nick who had been a tall 6’0” before now couldn’t have been an inch or two taller than I was. I wish it had just been his height, but his figure, gestures, and posture became increasingly feminine the longer I looked at him.
“What’s happening to me? When did you get so tall?” Nick finally asked. I felt a sudden moral obligation to give him an answer as I owed him for everything that happened tonight.
“Nick, listen to me. What's going on now happened to me before sometime last year. I woke up and time had suddenly stopped, people were frozen on the street just like now and only I was able to move. But that’s not all. I was originally a guy, and we were friends, but something turned me into a girl, and it’s been months that I’ve been stuck like this.”
It felt inappropriately relieving to finally get that off my chest and tell someone. Although it didn’t appear to register at all as Nick began to act hysterical, pacing back and forth along the length of the restaurant. He walked so far that he was out of my field of vision for a second and then a loud thud echoed across the lifeless restaurant.
I quickly ran to him to check if he was okay and found that the transformation had claimed his feet now too. A pair of black stiletto heels were now affixed to Nick’s feet where his dress shoes had been seconds earlier.
“What the hell is this shit?” He exclaimed grabbing and shaking his foot like a toddler, trying to get the feminine attire off. I was slightly relieved that no ankles had been twisted but my relief quickly turned into horror once again as the changes progressed even further.
A familiar glint caught my eye around Nick’s heeled feet. The white cotton socks he was wearing began to thin out and take on a dark sheen that moved up his thinning legs like a shadow. The navy-blue material of Nick’s suit and pants began to darken until they were as black as the night sky outside. The material had seemingly changed as well, becoming thicker and more elastic as it began pulling tighter against his body, giving me for the first time a good look at his feminizing physique. He seemed to notice it as well as he looked down and found something in between man and woman, flesh and fabric.
“Are you doing this? Please let me go! I don’t want to be a girl!” He pleaded out of sheer desperation. I was shocked by the sudden accusation and didn’t know what to say. Was he right? Had I somehow caused this? What were the odds that I would remain unfrozen again the second time this anomaly had hit? I remembered what I was thinking about just before this started happening. I had wanted to go on a date with a girl I liked in my previous life as a boy. Was reality now adjusting Nick’s gender based on what I wished for at that moment?
A high-pitched scream which was distinctly female now brought my attention back to Nick. Amazingly, his suit jacket had lost its sleeves and had begun to merge with his pants to form one solid article of clothing. Nick’s pant legs began to recede in length and moved further and further up, revealing slim legs encased in sheer black pantyhose. I remained stunned at this whole process as I had never seen clothing magically form and reform like this. Once his shrinking pants had reached the tops of his now plush thighs, they merged at the seam and with his former jacket combined to create what was unmistakably a dress.
While forming, the black dress had bunched up around Nick’s expanding hips and revealed the white lace panties he now wore. My eyes however were immediately drawn to the very visible bulge beneath the panties which began to slowly shrink and disappear without much of a fight. I looked at Nick, but he refused to meet my eyes out of sheer embarrassment while he slowly pulled the hem of his dress down to cover his underwear and the control top of his tights.
As Nick’s transformation neared its conclusion, large breasts erupted from his chest and filled the cups of his black sweetheart neckline dress. His hair, which now touched the tops of his breasts, tied itself into a neat bun, something which I have never had the technique to pull off during my entire time as a girl. Suddenly, as if reacting to a bright light, Nick’s face began to squish and contort into a more feminine shape. I also squinted my eyes, unable to watch as the last vestiges of my friend’s physical identity were erased.
And then silence. When I opened my eyes I found Nick, now very clearly a female, sitting back in the booth once again with her sleek nylon-clad legs crossed in the most feminine manner. That’s when I noticed something was off, her eyes were wide open, but she didn’t blink. I gave a gentle nudge on her shoulder, but she remained stiff. To my amazement, Nick had somehow managed to cross back into the frozen reality where everyone else was, but at the cost of his manhood. I took a closer look at her new face with longing eyes. While my female face shared many similarities with my male counterpart, I saw very little of Nick in this female version of him. Smoky mascara and thick eyelashes accentuated the cat-like eyes of this new Nick. Her thick pillow-like lips bigger than my own were painted a blood red.
Longing eyes began to turn lustful as I realized how attractive Nick had become. It was as if someone knew exactly what my type was, and they were playing a sick joke on both of us. Almost as if bewitched by her beauty and exhausted from the roller coaster of emotions I had just experienced, I suddenly wanted to be with her, with Nick. I brought my head close to hers and tilted it to one side, our faces, an inch apart, before closing my eyes and kissing her on the lips.
Kissing Nick on her petrified lips was a little strange as there was no reciprocity from her end. However, my emotions at that point had hijacked any kind of moral argument I may have been building in my head as I went it for a second kiss, this time deeper and more passionate. My long jet-black hair spilled all over her shoulders and breasts which her dress teasingly exposed.
A sudden tug at my jeans stopped my one-sided make-out session halfway and I opened my eyes. I quickly scanned the restaurant to see if anything had changed but everything still seemed to be on pause, dozens of pieces of sushi floating in mid-air suspended on chopsticks held by hungry customers. The tugging sensation returned and I immediately drew my attention to my feet. The jeans I had been wearing all night had now wrapped their denim fabric around my feet. I took my shoes off to get a better look and to my surprise the pant leg opening had sealed itself, becoming one continuous piece of fabric.
I was in disbelief that the changes were happening to me now after finishing with Nick, although it appeared to affect just my clothes. I watched as my white blouse started to thicken and turn a youthful peach color, the sleeves receding and exposing my hairless porcelain white skin. The buttons on the front began to merge with pink fabric while I felt the cold metal of a zipper form somewhere on my back. I had now found myself wearing a fancy dress very similar to Nick’s. I gasped and felt my breath escape my mouth as the dress finished its transformation by pulling tight against my body.
A sudden shivering in my legs made me realize that I was no longer pants. I glanced downwards and saw my jeans lose their denim blue color before pulling tight against my legs and thinning out into a light brown nylon. I could see my panties beneath the newly formed tights and was surprised to see them different too. Gone were the boring purple cotton panties I had put on this morning; they had now become a racy red and thin see-through pair adorned with lacy trim.
I started to realize that I was being dressed up for this supposed date as well. As my transformation neared its end, I began to worry about what would happen after time unfroze. Looking at the subtle coy smile on Nick’s face I wondered if he would like me retain his memories. If not, what was our relationship as two women like? My hair began to move on its own like Nick’s had, but instead of being tied into a neat bun, they were curled into elegant locks instead. I seemed to have put a lot of effort into this date now with Nick. A tickling sensation ran across my face as heavier makeup was applied on top of what I had started with. A quick lick of my lips and I realized a thick waxy lipstick had been applied too.
A sudden flicker of the lights and the slow crescendo of car engines reanimating outside meant that I was running out of time. The people around me began to move in slow motion as their speed began to catch up to mine. I walked back to my table to finish my meal with Nick before realizing that I was still barefooted. The nylon around my feet wrinkled as I curled my toes in response to the cold tiled floor of the restaurant. I spotted a pair of nude heels where I had left my shoes and I assumed those now belonged to me. Wasting no time, I proficiently snapped them on my feet and sat back down at my table, as if I had been wearing heels my whole life.
“So what do you think? I told you how I feel now what do you feel about me?” The new velvety voice of Nick asked once again.
I was immediately brought back into the moment. The same question asked by two different people of different sexes, but they were also the same person. It was a confusing mess. It was also shocking for me to hear another person’s voice come out of Nick’s body and I stared at her face before giving her my response. Her eyes were fiery and passionate, nothing like the unsure gaze of my former friend and at once I knew she no longer had any memory of her former self. I could feel her dangling her heels underneath the table, her long stockinged legs rubbing against mine in a playful yet sensual manner. The lustful feelings I felt before suddenly reignited in a fiery passion, fueled all the more so by the sexy outfit I now adorned. Throwing all questions and doubts out the window I leaned forward, my breasts hovering just above the table, and gave her a peck on the cheek.
