Real life Glass (Unicorngirl Tg)

Brad's Saturday was unfolding with the excitement of a soggy toast. With nothing on the agenda, he flopped onto his gaming chair, armed with just his phone and the determination to do absolutely nothing productive. His room, a cozy cave of geekdom, was plastered with posters of epic fantasy battles, a shelf groaning under the weight of RPG manuals, and, most prominently, a dedicated space overflowing with sketches and prints of his original character, Orange Glass.

She was a unicorn girl, a dazzling mix of fantasy and wild hair, birthed from one of Brad’s more creative late-night brainstorming sessions. The walls around his desk were a shrine to her. A gallery of sketches and drawings, some where she was gallantly battling dragons and others where she simply walking through an everyday street. Brad swiped through his phone, revisiting the digital gallery of Orange Glass. Each image was a different interpretation by various artists: here she was sitting under a starlit sky, there laughing under a rain of cherry blossoms. No matter the scene, she was perfect. Way cooler than he could ever hope to be, at least according to himself.

Lost in the umpteenth admiring scroll through the vibrant images, his phone buzzed with the intrusion of a pop-up message that snagged his attention from the fantasy world:

"Want to get closer to your OC, Orange Glass? Click YES to bridge the worlds!"

"Huh, that’s new," Brad muttered, eyebrow cocked in amusement. The message had the cheesy charm of an internet scam, yet something about it felt irresistibly compelling. With a shrug that said, "What's the worst that could happen?" and the kind of reckless curiosity usually reserved for horror movie characters who decide to check out the basement, Brad tapped "YES."

A spark of light flickered from his phone screen, more dazzling than any special effects from his favorite games. "Oh, cool update," he joked to no one in particular, completely unaware that his life was about to get significantly more interesting.

Brad barely had time to marvel at the sparkling effect on his phone screen when a peculiar sensation crept across his shoulders. It felt like a pair of invisible hands gently pressing inwards, his shoulders narrowing subtly but unmistakably. "Uh, is this what they mean by 'shrinking your presence' in self-help books?" he joked out loud, though a flicker of unease stirred in his gut.

As he stood there, perplexed, another change commenced. His hips began to widen, a strange, stretching feeling that was oddly reminiscent of the times he'd overindulged at all-you-can-eat buffets, except this time it felt like his bones were the ones making room for more. "Okay, definitely didn’t sign up for the deluxe spa package," he muttered, watching his reflection morph in his gaming monitor.

Next came his butt, which seemed to flare out as if someone had hit the inflate button on an air pump hidden somewhere in his jeans. Brad couldn't help but twist around to try and get a better look. "Well, I guess this could solve my flat chair cushion problem," he chuckled nervously, trying to make light of the bizarre situation. “But seriously, what's happening?”

His core tightened next, his slight belly pulling in as if a vacuum had sucked it flat. Feeling the tightening of his shirt around a suddenly more slender waist, Brad couldn't help but blurt out, "Did I accidentally download a fitness app or something?"

But then, the most shocking transformation began: his chest started to expand, initially just a tightness, then unmistakably growing into breasts. Brad gaped, hands instinctively coming up to feel the new weight. "Holy! Am I turning into a-?" The realization dawned bright and absurdly clear.

And finally, the most intimate change… his manhood began to retract, vanishing like a magic trick that left Brad both panting and confused. "No, no, no, that's definitely not just a software update! This is something way worse~ Ahn~" he moaned, noticing now that his voice was very much a high-pitched squeak that sounded increasingly less like his own.

Staggering to the full-length mirror, Brad took in his new reflection… a bewildered, budding reflection of femininity staring back at him. "What the heeeeeell?!? Why am I a girl?!?"

As Brad, who was now seriously fighting to identify which gender he/she now was, stood befuddled in front of the mirror, another tingling transformation began. It started at her scalp, a prickling sensation that felt suspiciously like when her foot fell asleep… only it wasn't unpleasant. Instead, it was almost exhilarating as he watched strands of her ordinary brown hair begin to shimmer and dance as if electrically charged.

"Great, now I'm turning into a walking special effect," Brad joked, half-amazed, half-completely lost on the situation, as he watched her hair grow. It wasn’t just growing… it seemed to be alive, each strand lighting up from the roots in a vibrant, electric blue that surged like a wave to the very tips. The growth was relentless, cascading past her shoulders, flowing down to mid-back, giving him a mane that any shampoo commercial would envy. "Should've known better than to hit that 'yes'. Now I'm auditioning for the role of 'dramatic makeover reveal' without even signing up!"

The amusement of her hair situation was abruptly overshadowed by the next, more radical change. Her legs. Oh, her legs! It began as a peculiar ache in her bones that had her glancing down in alarm. The bones and muscles of her legs seemed to be in a silent, contorted debate, shifting and morphing in ways that defied everything he knew about human anatomy.

Brad winced, expecting it to be painful, yet the pain never came. It was more like it shifted from a slight sore into a silent pleasantry. Her toes started to merge together, one by one, the nails thickening and darkening into what looked unmistakably like hooves. "Okay, definitely not the pedicure I had in mind," he quipped nervously, mesmerized by the sight of her feet—no, not feet anymore—turning and twisting, the arches rising dramatically as they reshaped into fully functional, albeit still bipedal, horse hooves.

And if the hair didn't give it away, then the hooves most definitely did. Brad gasped. “No way! Don’t tell me I am turning INTO Orange Glass?!”

Despite her proclamation the transformation didn't stop at her feet. Her entire leg structure began to alter. Muscles elongated, and joints repositioned themselves with a series of soft clicks and shifts that didn't exactly sound normal. Yet again, this entire situation was far from normal anyway. The once familiar legs now resembled those of a horse, those of her OC to be exact, sculpted and powerful, yet somehow still capable of supporting her upright stance. 

“Great! Hey, if there is some greater force out there turning me into Orange Glass, then at least give me the tail too! Eep~!” She didn’t have to wait long. A peculiar sensation tickled just above her tailbone, not unlike the feeling of a feather brushing against skin. Curiosity overcoming apprehension, she twisted her neck to look over her shoulder, just in time to see a horse-like tail begin to sprout. "That was a joke! That was a… Ahn~," she quipped as the tail thickened and lengthened, growing lush and flowing until it nearly brushed the ground. 

Despite her screams and sarcasm, when it stopped growing, and she had a moment to really take it in, she had to admit it was kind of adorable, swishing with an animated life of its own. "Well, guess I’m really going to 'nail' the ponytail look at the next party. Not that Orange Glass would have ever had problems with that…"

But the universe wasn’t done with her yet. The transformation’s final touch was yet to come. It started as a light pressure at the top of her head, almost like the tight pull of a hairband. Then, slowly, a unicorn horn began to pierce through, growing steadily from her forehead. She reached up, fingers trembling with a mix of dread and excitement, touching the smooth, spiraling surface of the horn. It was real. Very much real. As it grew, her ears began to elongate and shift upwards, taking on a distinct, horse-like shape that made any previous concerns about earrings moot.

As the horn ascended majestically from her forehead, a new, exhilarating sensation washed over her. It was as if her body became lighter, a buoyant feeling that filled her with an energy she instinctively knew was magical. "Holy horn! I can do magic now? Like… Like… Holy crud… This is—this is actually kind of awesome," she laughed, sounding filled with awe and a budding thrill of being able to use what she had always dreamed about. 

Experimentally, she focused on the horn, feeling the pulsating energy, and without knowing how she knew, she flicked her wrist in a small, instinctive gesture. A spark of blue magic sizzled from her fingertips, dancing like static electricity before dissipating into the air.

"Okay, not going to lie, that’s pretty cool," she admitted, a broad grin spreading across her face. She glanced at herself, really checking herself out. “The horn is cool. The hooves look great. The boobs are big, which is also awesome.”

“Yap, now I am sure!” she gave a twirl and nodded to herself. “I definitely do feel closer to Orange Glass now! Hehehe~”

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A commissioned story about turning a Guy into his unicorn girl OC named Orange Glass.

Commissioned by Glass