April's Woman

Ha-ha! The day before the last day of April! I am totally on point with these timings. I am so good at deadlines, guys. So good.

anyway enjoy this story about some boring-ass dude turning into a hot lady

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Flowers.

In the springtime, the flowers begin to bloom, as winter makes its awkward transition into summer. And with these flowers come their admirers, and among these admirers was Alan.

Now, Alan was no botanist. He never really did any research on flowers, and didn’t, from an academic point of view, really know anything about them at all - he just loved their pretty shapes, their spectacular colours, their sumptuous smells. He knew what he liked in a flower, and didn’t care what its scientific name was, or what the ideal conditions to grow them in were - he just loved the experience of a good flower. To this end, there was a field he would visit, every spring, as its incredible range of plants burst into bloom, creating a glorious cacophony of sight and scent that simply enthralled Alan. He would wander the field aimlessly for a whole day, never tiring, uninterrupted by any other human. He’d stop when the sun was directly overhead to have a private picnic, and at the end of the day, he’d return home, satisfied at the feeling of a day well-spent.

This year, things went a little differently.

Not long after he arrived at the field, a highly unusual flower caught his eye. The most unusual thing about this unusual flower was that it wasn’t unusual - it was certainly pretty, with its yellow and pink petals overlapping to create a pleasing pattern, but there wasn’t really anything about it that made it stand out from any of the other similar flowers in the field. And yet, Alan still felt himself strangely drawn to it. He kneeled down in front of the strange, ordinary flower, leaned close to it, and sniffed.

The scent was unbelievably strong, and he immediately stood, staggered backward, blinking heavily. He looked back down at the flower, and saw that it was finally living up to its status as “unusual” - its petals were peeling off, one by one, and yet at the same time remaining, until a circle of pink and yellow petals surrounded Alan, the flower still standing undamaged.

As he turned to get a better look at this spectacle, his shirt began to grow down his back as it lost its patterns, turning to a much thinner white material. His hair then gained a slight lavender tint and began to flow down his back, with a hairband appearing across his head, barely making an effort to tie it back. His arms changed next, becoming slimmer as his sleeves receded off of them. He reached a slender hand up to his face, feeling how it had shrunk and rounded down, becoming cute and very feminine. “Oh…” he said softly, with a new, higher-pitched voice to go with his changing body. He smiled, and set about continuing his exploration of this year’s flower-crop. The flower remained behind, but the circle followed him, maintaining its consistency. Then, all of a sudden, his shirt - well, it was definitely a dress now - began to squeeze tight against his sides, pushing inwards, thinning down his waist and pushing his hips out to the sides, which seemed to trigger changes in his legs, which got slightly longer, thicker at the top and slimmer at the bottom, giving them a nice curve which was exposed by the vanishing of his trousers. His shoes and socks followed suit, and he smiled at the feeling of the warm, damp grass between his toes. He bent over to pick a flower that caught his eye, and stifled a giggle as he felt his butt pushing out. It was then that his sex changed completely, and when she stood up she felt between her legs and blushed, enjoying the new feeling of modest emptiness there. As she wandered the field further, admiring the beautiful colours and shapes around her, her chest slowly expanded, having become modest breasts before ten minutes had passed. They weren’t done, however: when she tripped on a smooth, wet pebble, gravity seemed to take hold, and huge boobs suddenly burst from her chest, straining against her dress.

Ally stood and looked down at her new form, her eyes inextricably drawn to her chest. She blushed a little as she realised the dew of the ground had made the cloth around her bust slightly transparent, then giggled to herself. There was nobody else around! She had nothing to be modest about! She looked up at the sky, as though in homage to whatever invisible force had brought about this change, and realised that the sun was directly overhead - it was midday already! She headed back to her car to grab her picnic basket, then began to think of what she would do after lunch. She kept coming back to one idea, though. After all, the sensations of her body felt so good… and there was nobody else around...