I've set it to 10pm by my time (BST). British readers, I hope you have your watches ready. Other readers: I hope you have a time zone converter ready.
Anyway, yeah! Part 7 of 7!
Originally, this caption was gonna be way super long, but I decided to simplify it. To see the rest of the caption visit this epilogue page!
The eight girls all walked in a group, laughing and chatting. None of them had bothered to change their clothes since they transformed.
There was Kazumi, with long turquoise hair, wearing a checked yellow nightshirt and white cotton panties.
Iora, shoulder-length pink hair, wearing a blue-and-green jacket, white short shorts, purple stockings and a green bra that barely contained her breasts.
Alaya, with brown hair done up in bunches, wore white panties and a low-cut tank-top that left her belly exposed and completely failed to hide her bra.
Tokiyo, a blue-haired catgirl wearing a matching set of white bra and panties with little blue bows.
Dyla, the tallest of the group, in a primarily white bikini with multi-coloured flower patterns all over it.
She had her arm around Izumi, grey-blonde hair down to her shoulders and wearing a very tight purple bikini.
The last two girls wore bikinis, too. There was Mia, with long purple hair and a matching-coloured bikini, and Alexis, with white hair, black bikini and a very impressive bust. The latter two seemed the most excited, as they hadn’t yet changed anyone and wanted to see what it was like, but there was definitely energy between all of them.
“Now,” Kazumi was saying, “you should be able to tell who’s happy and who’s not. If you see someone who isn’t happy, just go up to them and kiss them, and soon they’ll be happy!”
“Jeez, Kazumi, we know.” grinned Iora, rolling her eyes before turning to rest of them. “Just have fun, mkay? Make people happy, yeah, but make sure you’re having fun, too.”
“You got it, Iora!” responded Tokiyo. “Now, who’s ready to PARTY?” she yelled, jumping in the air. The girls cheered, and ran to the club…
The music was very loud. A bit too loud for my tastes, thought Ryan, but the spirit of the thing was what was important. “Besides, the drinks are free.”, he said to himself as he sipped his creme de menthe. He was thinking that maybe he should try and find a friend when he was approached by a short, white-haired girl in a black bikini.
Introducing herself with a cry of “Hi! I’m Alexis!”, the girl sat at the table and gazed over at Ryan in a vaguely uncomfortable way.
“Hi…?” he responded. “I’m Ryan.”
The girl giggled. “Not for long!” she said, and she leaned across the table and kissed him, quickly, on the lips.
Ryan thought that maybe she should react, but he had become lost in thought. It was very odd, after all, to watch his hair grow before his eyes in a new red colour, although the hair he already had remained black. He took another sip of his drink, and reflected on how strange it felt for his mouth to reshape while he was sucking on a straw; indeed, the sensation of his entire face becoming pretty was a very unusual one. As his top shrank, pulling off of his arms and stomach, it occurred to him that it was kind of cold, but he didn’t really mind, especially with the wonderful, albeit bizarre, feeling of his waist curving inwards to distract him.
It wasn’t long after that that his shorts began to go the way of his top, shrinking up off his legs, turning primarily white with purple frills. His shins slimmed down, seemingly pushing the excess weight upward, and his expanded thighs squeezed something between his legs uncomfortably before it vanished, prompting a high-pitched giggle from Ryan. Her hips pushed out to the sides, spreading her legs apart, and her butt popped backwards, pulling her bikini bottom tight. She began to lean forward against the table, her cheeks reddening, a sensual “Ooooh…” emerging from her mouth, as her chest swelled, two large mounds pushing out against each other and the bikini top, transforming her flat chest into a pair of big boobs.
She looked over her new form, her slender hands exploring her curvy body, and then she leaned over the table and kissed Alexis, passionately.
“Raye!” she said, when they broke off. “You’re only meant to kiss people who aren’t happy yet!”
“But…”
“But what?”
“You made me happy. You still make me happy. I was just… saying thanks.”
“Oh…” Alexis blushed. She looked so cute when she did that.
“Sorry.” said Raye, looking away.
“Raye…”
“Yeah?” said the new girl, looking back.
“Do you want to… ‘say thanks’... again?”
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The eight girls all walked in a group, laughing and chatting. None of them had bothered to change their clothes since they transformed.
There was Kazumi, with long turquoise hair, wearing a checked yellow nightshirt and white cotton panties.
Iora, shoulder-length pink hair, wearing a blue-and-green jacket, white short shorts, purple stockings and a green bra that barely contained her breasts.
Alaya, with brown hair done up in bunches, wore white panties and a low-cut tank-top that left her belly exposed and completely failed to hide her bra.
Tokiyo, a blue-haired catgirl wearing a matching set of white bra and panties with little blue bows.
Dyla, the tallest of the group, in a primarily white bikini with multi-coloured flower patterns all over it.
She had her arm around Izumi, grey-blonde hair down to her shoulders and wearing a very tight purple bikini.
The last two girls wore bikinis, too. There was Mia, with long purple hair and a matching-coloured bikini, and Alexis, with white hair, black bikini and a very impressive bust. The latter two seemed the most excited, as they hadn’t yet changed anyone and wanted to see what it was like, but there was definitely energy between all of them.
“Now,” Kazumi was saying, “you should be able to tell who’s happy and who’s not. If you see someone who isn’t happy, just go up to them and kiss them, and soon they’ll be happy!”
“Jeez, Kazumi, we know.” grinned Iora, rolling her eyes before turning to rest of them. “Just have fun, mkay? Make people happy, yeah, but make sure you’re having fun, too.”
“You got it, Iora!” responded Tokiyo. “Now, who’s ready to PARTY?” she yelled, jumping in the air. The girls cheered, and ran to the club…
The music was very loud. A bit too loud for my tastes, thought Ryan, but the spirit of the thing was what was important. “Besides, the drinks are free.”, he said to himself as he sipped his creme de menthe. He was thinking that maybe he should try and find a friend when he was approached by a short, white-haired girl in a black bikini.
Introducing herself with a cry of “Hi! I’m Alexis!”, the girl sat at the table and gazed over at Ryan in a vaguely uncomfortable way.
“Hi…?” he responded. “I’m Ryan.”
The girl giggled. “Not for long!” she said, and she leaned across the table and kissed him, quickly, on the lips.
Ryan thought that maybe she should react, but he had become lost in thought. It was very odd, after all, to watch his hair grow before his eyes in a new red colour, although the hair he already had remained black. He took another sip of his drink, and reflected on how strange it felt for his mouth to reshape while he was sucking on a straw; indeed, the sensation of his entire face becoming pretty was a very unusual one. As his top shrank, pulling off of his arms and stomach, it occurred to him that it was kind of cold, but he didn’t really mind, especially with the wonderful, albeit bizarre, feeling of his waist curving inwards to distract him.
It wasn’t long after that that his shorts began to go the way of his top, shrinking up off his legs, turning primarily white with purple frills. His shins slimmed down, seemingly pushing the excess weight upward, and his expanded thighs squeezed something between his legs uncomfortably before it vanished, prompting a high-pitched giggle from Ryan. Her hips pushed out to the sides, spreading her legs apart, and her butt popped backwards, pulling her bikini bottom tight. She began to lean forward against the table, her cheeks reddening, a sensual “Ooooh…” emerging from her mouth, as her chest swelled, two large mounds pushing out against each other and the bikini top, transforming her flat chest into a pair of big boobs.
She looked over her new form, her slender hands exploring her curvy body, and then she leaned over the table and kissed Alexis, passionately.
“Raye!” she said, when they broke off. “You’re only meant to kiss people who aren’t happy yet!”
“But…”
“But what?”
“You made me happy. You still make me happy. I was just… saying thanks.”
“Oh…” Alexis blushed. She looked so cute when she did that.
“Sorry.” said Raye, looking away.
“Raye…”
“Yeah?” said the new girl, looking back.
“Do you want to… ‘say thanks’... again?”
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