May's Women

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Anyway if you're wondering what this has to do with the month of May, the 23rd of May is International Biological Diversity Day, the slogan of which is "The Perfect Day For A Bunch Of Dudes To Turn Into Sexy Animal Girls", and the other slogan of which is, "Even If It Actually Happens Nearly Two Weeks Later", and the third slogan of which is "That Last Slogan Didn't Make Much Sense If You Didn't Read The Last Slogan, And Neither Does This One" and the final slogan of which reads "Actually None Of These Slogans Are Real, I Just Made Them Up, But The Day Totally Is, Look It Up."

Matt, Maynard, Ambrose, and myself - Édouard (yes, I’m French; yes I do get asked that a lot) - met during freshman year at university, we’ve remained firm friends ever since. Sadly, due to our careers, we’ve never been able to see each other in person as often as I’d like, but we always try to make time for a meet-up once a week, where we mess around, play silly games… it’s just a break from adulting, y’know? Anyway, on one of these meet-ups, Ambrose had something very unusual indeed lined up…

“What’s all this about?” I asked, gesturing towards Ambrose’s coffee table.

“What’s all what about? It’s a coffee table.” replied Ambrose. I rolled my eyes and moved closer to the table.

“I meant these.” I pointed out the four neatly arranged animal-ear hairbands - one cat, one rabbit, one fox, and one wolf.

“Ah, yes.” Ambrose set down his drink on a bookshelf. “Those,” he walked over to me, gesturing Matt and Maynard, who had been chatting to one side, to follow, “are tonight’s entertainment.”

“Whassat mean?” Matt raised an eyebrow as he asked.

“Well… I suppose I should demonstrate.” And with that, Ambrose whipped the fox ears off the table and placed them upon his own head.

Instantly, his clothes started to glow a brilliant white, and then they exploded, swirling out into a vortex that engulfed Ambrose’s entire body! All of us jumped back in surprise, of course.

“I--I’m gonna call the fire brigade! Or--or an ambulance, or something!” cried Maynard, but he was suddenly interrupted. Ambrose’s voice - or something approximating it, anyway, emanated from the vortex.

“Wait!” he cried. His voice seemed to have a slightly higher pitch than normal. “Just wait and see what happens…”

We stood awkwardly around Ambrose’s apartment as its resident hovered within an opaque vortex of light, upon which our eyes were transfixed. After a couple of minutes, noises started to emerge from it - squeals and moans of pleasure, extremely feminine. Finally, the vortex began to shrink away, pulling in tight and becoming new clothes… for Ambrose’s new body.

The woman who had been Ambrose wore long, white stockings on her shapely legs, above which was what appeared to be a very short orange kimono, which exposed her smooth breasts. Her sleeves were overly long, baggy, and detached from the rest of her clothing, and her pretty, purple-eyed face was framed by extremely long blonde hair. Strangest of all, though, was that this woman had fox ears - not a fake fox ear headband, real fox ears! And a tail to match!

“Hey, boys.” she chirped, her voice an adorable soprano. “I’m Amy. Wanna join me?”

A heavy silence filled the air for a few moments until Maynard spoke. “J-join you?”

“Yeah! Put on one of those headbands, and become all cute and sexy like me! It’ll be fun!”

Matt’s voice came from the back of the room. “Sounds good, I’m in.” He went to the table and picked up the cat ears, but I grabbed his arm before he could put them on.

“Wait!” I grabbed the wolf ears. “We should do it together.” We turned to look at Maynard. He sighed.

“I suppose it would be awkward to be the only dude here…” and so the bunny ears became his. We spoke as one.

“Three… two… one… now!”

From outside, the transformation had seemed weird, but it didn’t even come close to the first-person perspective. Like Ambrose’s, my clothes turned a blinding white and burst into a tornado of light; just before I was engulfed, I saw the same thing happening to Maynard and Matt. For a split second, everything was silent as my ears vanished, but then my wolf ear headband fused with my real head, giving me better hearing than before, and I soon had a matching tail, a long, murky brown appendage that felt weirdly appropriate. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my hair grow out, noticing it was the same colour as my new tail, before my face began to change. I felt it become smaller, pointier, with larger, more severe eyes. Then the real changes began.

My waist began to pinch in. my six-pack becoming tighter, slimmer, but still very much present. My shoulders, too, became much thinner, sloping down from their original broad shape, but remaining much wider than my slender belly; my arms shrank, too, becoming thin but muscular. In contrast to my other, shrinking body parts, my hips were shoving out, and out, becoming very wide indeed, a little bit of fat piling up around the edges, giving them a sexy curve. In response to my hips’ expansion, my rear began to grow as well, the skin there becoming much more sensitive. I grabbed an asscheek in each of my slender hands and groaned in a deep feminine alto as I felt them swell to an enormous size. My thighs followed suit, growing, becoming thicker and thicker, rubbing together and squeezing what was in between… but not for long, and I let a satisfied sigh escape my mouth as I became a woman.

I felt a slight tickle in my chest, and I smiled at the thought of what was next. I wanted this. I needed this. My chest, my incredibly sensitive chest, thrust itself forward into two soft mounds, which grew, and grew, bigger and softer as they sent waves of pleasure coursing through my being. I thought my ass growing had felt good, but that was nothing compared to my chest. I screamed in ecstasy as it finally stopped, my huge, supple boobs bouncing slightly as if to acknowledge the end of their development. Almost instantly, the white vortex closed in on me, becoming a very strange outfit involving an absurdly tiny jacket, a tube top with an opening in the middle, a pair of tight, ripped stockings, and short shorts that didn’t even come close to covering my gigantic butt.

To my right I saw a catgirl dressed in a “sexy-maid” kind of costume…

And to my left a bunnygirl, who looked like she’d just stepped out of a casino…

Amy, who was holding a small box, smiled at us all, and asked our names.

“Mei!” yelled the catgirl who had been Matt, jumping high in the air and exposing her panties for a moment.

“Maisie…” smiled the bunnygirl, shyly holding her arms under her magnificent breasts.

“Emelie.” I tried to say it in the most dramatic way imaginable, flexing my gloved hand to suit my hardcore new look.

“And how do you feel?” the foxgirl asked, and we all said we felt amazing, with Maisie adding “I wanna stay like this forever…”

“Good news, then.” She held up the box; the packaging for the fox ears. “‘Do not activate more than one set of Super-Magic Funtime EarsTM simultaneously,’” she read, “‘as the magical outburst caused by such an event would render all users of Super-Magic Funtime EarsTM in the vicinity unable to remove their Super-Magic Funtime EarsTM.’ Observe.” She pulled on her left ear, then her right, then her tail - what I would later learn is the correct procedure for the item’s removal - and nothing happened. “We’re stuck like this.” she said.

Everyone stared at me, and my cheeks flushed bright red as I realised I had been the one to suggest we change together. “Oh… oh my gosh… I… I’m sorry…” I covered my mouth and almost began to cry when a pair of slender arms, ending in paw-like gloves, wrapped around me.

“Aw, cool it, Em!” said Mei. “This is rad! I don’t wanna be some boring dude all the time if I can be an awesome catgirl instead!”

“Y-yeah.” continued Maisie. “I never really felt like a man… inside…” she blushed and looked away. “I guess it took something really drastic for me to realise, huh?” she wiped some tears from her eyes and joined Mei in hugging me.

“We won’t bother looking for a cure, then?” Amy interjected, wrapping her arms around the three of us.

“No way!”

“No!”

I looked at my friends, and saw how beautiful… no… how happy they looked… and then I noticed how happy I felt, deep down inside… and I said…

“Of course not.”

“It’s settled, then.” Amy announced. “And henceforth we shall be known as… as… c’mon, guys, help me out here!”

The night was pretty great from there.

So was the rest of my life, actually.