Warm Rain - TG Caption

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You barely make it to the bus stop before the rain, ducking under shelter just as it starts to fall. Drips soon turn to a deluge, and you're even more grateful to have a roof over your head. Looking down the street, you see not everyone was so lucky. An elderly man is slowly walking in your direction. As you watch, he comes to a stop, holding his hand out, letting the rain gather. It’s difficult to make out details through the downpour, but he seems to be studying it like the most fascinating thing he’s ever seen. 

"It's so warm," you barely hear him say at a moment when the rain briefly slows.

Tilting his head back, the hood covering his wispy, white hair drops away, letting the rain soak his face.  He grins as he rubs the wetness into his skin, but it’s when he throws off his coat and starts to unbutton his shirt that you grow concerned. The man is obviously crazy. It’s not exactly freezing outside, but it definitely isn’t warm. Still, the old man continues to strip, and as he does, things get even stranger.

The deep lines etched in his face fill with rivulets of rain and smooth out, wrinkled skin plumping back to a semblance of youth. White hair turns dark and grows long with tight, soaked curls. He finishes stripping, exposing an already shifting form. His skinny, near emaciated body is filling in, with chest and ass in competition to gain the most. You can actually see the bones in his hips pushing out against the skin as they expand before softening all over with feminine fat. His tiny, male nipples darken and thicken, riding higher as the rain soaks in, converting or creating mass where needed.  Already large and still growing breasts visibly pull his shoulders down and forward. His tired, ragged voice turns sultry and smooth. You hear girlish gasps mix with the sound of rain as his, or is that her, small hands begin to rub and fondle all over a wet, rounded body. Her cries turn desperate when she reaches her dwindling manhood, and begins to stroke. With a cry he/she grows hard, a dark cock jutting out into the rain, but that soon ends. The once proud member begins to shrink smaller and smaller, but losing none of it's hardness. Rather, the sensitivity increases as it melts away under a warm liquid assault, dwindling between heavy thighs until the tip snuggles itself away at the apex of her perfectly formed vagina.

After changing, the now young woman walks closer to the bus stop, smiling coyly. She beckons to you, wanting you to come out and join her, but you refuse. She pouts and turns as if to leave, but with a wicked gleam in her eye, gathers rain into her cupped hand and flings it at you, managing to splash a few drops directly in your face.

In a panic you start to wipe it away but..it….it’s so warm. It should be cold. Why is it... All the sudden, it's your body that's cold, freezing even. Only your face is warm, only the area that's wet. You want... no you NEED more of that warmth, everywhere.

The drenched woman in front of you beckons once again, and you step out into the rain.