The Second Transformation Convention, Part 2 (Multi TFTG, Preg)

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By FoxFaceStories

A Commission for Camden Levy

After the resounding success of the first Transformation Convention, another has been organised! Transformees from across the globe have gathered once again for meetings, talks, merch sales, job offers, clothing fittings, and social interaction with one another. Whether it be changes in gender, race, body, or even species, there are new interactions to be had, and doubtless new changes yet to come for the many who attend.

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Vignette 2: The Gender Change Conversation Space

Featuring Sofia and Bianca from ‘Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better’; Raven from ‘Polymorph Parasite: Fatherly Concern’; the cast from ‘Gym Membership’, Zeynep from ‘Turned into my Girlfriend’s Mom’; and Doc from ‘Great Scott’, among others.

Sofia Ramirez was a little nervous as she entered the convention. Her best friend Bianca Martinez was by her side, encouraging her, but both were a little overwhelmed by it all. They were a pair of very beautiful latina women, especially Sofia, and were used to being the centre of attention in public spaces because of their lovely looks. Only now they were the farthest thing from it, especially with the more outrageous changes they could see.

“Was that a centaur?” Sofia asked her best friend and roomie.

Bianca nodded, awed by the sight of the woman walked past. “More like a humantaur, I guess.”

“What? Wait, because her legs are just lady legs, right?”

“Si. No fur, She’s just . . . a human taur. Mierda, I’m staring.”

“Then stop, Bianca!”

“But anywhere I look there are freaky people!”

Sofia poked her friend in the boob. “Hey, I’m a freak too, remember? Got turned into a hot latina because I made a stupid wish and everything.”

Bianca smirked, crossing her arms. “Oh, yes, you suffered greatly. Becoming a hotter, curvier latina than me with bigger tetas and everything.”

It was true. Sofia had once been a white guy named Steven, and had actually been her current best friend’s boyfriend, albeit one who was rather deservedly dumped by Bianca for never trying to connect with her interests, her language, her culture, or her needs. In the aftermath, he’d wished a revenge upon her. Specifically, he picked up a funny lamp ornament she’d left behind and wished to be ‘better than Bianca in every way.’ The genie of the lamp had interpreted that to mean he would have all of her skills, her language, her appearance, only even more attractive, even more skilled. It even extended to her damn libido and need to randomly drop Spanish words into English sentences. At least Bianca had accepted her back into her life; in this new reality, she was now Bianca’s roommate and best friend. And while there were occasionally tensions about how Sofia had inherited all of Bianca’s skills with no effort, the truth was that Bianca found the situation so amusingly karmic that everything was forgiven. The two had been best friends ever since; Sofia needed a female friend who understood and could help her navigate this strange new life of hers.

But who could navigate this? A space of mermaids, drider-people, naga folk, multi-boobs women, and was that a pig-lady? Dios mio, is she pregnant? She looks really, really pregnant. Poor thing!

“So, this is really wild,” Bianca said. “We can definitely be here, right? I mean, since reality changed you into hot chica, it’s not like there’s actual evidence we can provide to show that you used to be a white guy.”

Sofia bit her lip nervously. “That’s why I didn’t get any concessions. Ugh, maybe this was a bad idea.”

“No! I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant . . . maybe we should find this gender change space. Talk to some people. That way you aren’t always chewing my ear off about how big your magnificent tetas are and what back pain they’re giving you.”

Bianca gave a rather shit-eating grin after saying this, and Sofia gave a teasing glare back. “I’d say you were jealous.”

“Only jealous of the attention. You know, because you’re ‘better than me at everything’ and all that.”

“Just stuff that you were good at then! You’ve been learning the guitar since. Doing professional dancing! I don’t know how to do any of that, hermana.”

They weren’t actually sisters, but now often felt as such.

“I know, I know. I’m just teasing you. C’mon, let’s get your hot latina butt over to that gender meeting, huh? I’ll be your back up girl. Maybe you’ll even find a nice hot boyfriend finally?”

Dios mio, this again, Sofia thought. That stupid genie made me not just a super busty, curvy senorita, but also made me totally straight for guys. And thanks to my wording, I’vre got no doubt I’m way, way better at sex than Bianca. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to have sex with a guy! I’ve held off this long, haven’t I? Oh, but she just loves teasing me about that! She should just be grateful I’m not stealing her boyfriend since he likes to stare at my bigger boobs whenever she’s not looking.

Thankfully, their back-and-forth teasing didn’t continue, because Bianca spotted the sign for the Gender Change Conversation Space which directed them into a large room. Numerous posters advertising gender change help services and job possibilities lined the walls, and tables were being served with snacks and drinks and treats. At the front was a raised area with a microphone, and an incredibly beautiful and curvaceous woman in her late thirties or early forties was positioned there. She looked to be Middle-Eastern, or perhaps Turkish, with gorgeously thick black hair and a lovely purple dress that outlined her impressive figure.

“Welcome everyone,” she said with a lovely smile and very pretty accent. “Please come in. This is our Gender Change Conversation space. We’ll be having a series of talks and opportunities for discussion from those of us who have changed gender - be it male to female, female to male, or to a third gender or mix between the two. For now, please find a seat and introduce yourselves to one another. I encourage you to scan the QR code on the walls or access the link on the paper on your tables to answer a helpful quiz on your own transformative status. Also, we have wine! A brilliant Turkish red from my own stores, if I may toot my own horn!”

She held up a glass of wine and raised it in a toast, which others answered with their own. She took a deep sip.

“Mmmhm, lovely stuff. Now I see many nervous faces here, and a few that aren’t quite human. Don’t worry, this space is open to all who changed genders, though if you feel like your furry side is your more significant change, just next door is our Brushing of the Fur Talks, now welcome to those with scales as well.”

“At least you didn’t end up with fur,” Bianca whispered to Sofia. 

Sofia hid her giggle, then pointed out a few spare seats at one of the rounded tables. Most of the room was already filled, and it was around seventy percent women as far as they could tell, with the vast majority of the room being under forty. And most quite attractive.

“Jesus,” Bianca said in her accented voice. “It’s not often I get to wander into a full room and find myself one of the less busty girls in the room. Since where were Double-D’s the small cup size?”

Sofia smirked, thrust out her E-cup chest, and strode over to the spare table. There was a short, sexy goth girl clinging to her boyfriend’s arm at the table, as well as a few fit-looking women as well. They were all a bit nervous looking, looking to the speaker. The beautiful Turkish MILF continued.

“I’m sure many of you are nervous to speak about this very strange incident in your life, so I suggest we introduce one another and our changes on our tables. I’ll break the ice first. For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Zeynep Ozdemir, and trust me, most of you will pay in comparison to the strangeness of my own change, though I’ve come to love it so very deeply. I was, believe it or not, my current daughter’s boyfriend once upon a time.”

At her words, a picture of a very beautiful young Turkish-American girl appeared on the projected screen behind her. It cycled to another photo, this time of Zeynep and her daughter posing for a photo, the pair both stylish, but the mother clearly the more curvaceous of the two. These photos caused quite a stir, particularly when an image of a more mild-mannered man appeared on the screen, his appearance Caucasian

“And that’s me. And that’s me with my now-daughter, back when we were dating. I was working on a teleportation device when a strand of her mother’s hair ended up in one of the chambers during a human test with yours truly. I ended up slowly becoming Zeynep in mind and body, while the real Zeynep took this opportunity to claim my life instead. It all worked out in the end; I ended up a far better mother to my now-daughter than I ever was a boyfriend to her, and my love for her is far deeper as a result. And besides, how could I dislike this body? Especially when I’ve found love of my own!”

The image changed, and a rather attractive older man was now in the image with her, an arm around her thick, supple waist, an understandable grin on his face given the low neckline of her cocktail dress.

Woah, Sofia thought. She lost like twenty years of her life and is happy about it. I don’t know how I’d cope. Becoming a busty latina lady was crazy enough for me already!

Naturally, Zeynep’s story caused quite the stir, and just as the woman no doubt intended, served as an icebreaker to the many gender-changed individuals on the table. The busty punk girl at Sofia’s table actually chuckled, looking at her boyfriend for a moment, who appeared like some biker dude with his leather jacket and shades on his head.

“Mind if I tell ‘em, babe?”

“Not at all, sexy,” he replied, placing a hand on her thigh and stroking it suggestively, his other hand ostensibly touching her stomach but clearly sliding up to briefly cup her left boob in her tight black crop top. “You know I fucking love you.”

“Damn straight you do,” the goth girl replied. She tossed her head back for a moment, flicking her bob of black hair about, and then refocused on the group.

“Well, I guess that hot milf up there makes it way easier to tell my crazy story. Name’s Raven. This is my boyfriend Rob. He used to date my daughter.”

“Wait, what?” Bianca said.

“Your daughter?” Sofia added, a little horrified.

“Oh fuck, not like that. Nothing like that. I was a single dad in his late forties. Name was Raymond. Fucking miserable. Hated punk rock, hated bikers, hated the idea of my girl Tiffany getting it on with guys. A real suburban conservative, is what I’m saying. But then something started changing me, some strange parasite that medical science can’t explain. It made me into exactly the kind of gal that my Rob here really wanted; a fucking hot punk rock girl with piercings, tattoos, and who can have a life of parties, drugs, and sex, not to mention riding on the open road.”

Sofia blinked. “Wait, you stole your daughter’s boyfriend?”

Raven shrugged. “Yeah, I’m an asshole. But Tiffany wasn’t bad enough for my man here. Didn’t have the stamina either, did she, Rob?”

The biker dude grinned and put a hand around her waist. It was obvious to everyone that he was giving her a quick squeeze on the ass, and judging from her moan, she was liking it. “Damn straight, girl,” he replied. “You’re the baddest.”

“And the kinkiest,” she emphasised. “Besides, no one can rock out like me. So yeah, that’s my story. I’m not regretting it. I got a whole new lease on life, stopped being such a stuck in the mud suburban middle age loser, and now I got a hot boyfriend I can hit the open road with. That’s a fucking good break as far as I can tell.”
Sofia was intrigued. “And what happened to your daughter? Are you still close?”

Raven wobbled her hand. “Eh, we’re talking again. She’s more like my straight-laced sister these days. I think I sent her a little over the edge, stealing her man, so she’s gone full fruity trad-girl these days. I check in with her every so often, but she ‘doesn’t approve of my lifestyle. Bit of a reversal, right?”

“I’ll say,” Bianca said, before whispering to Sofia. “That’s crazy. Your change is starting to look ordinary in comparison.”

“So what about you, hot stuff?” Raven continued. “You used to be a guy, right?”

Sofia felt pressured, and so she told her story to the group; the race change, the karmic wish, the being better than Bianca at everything, at least at first, and so on. The punk girl chuckled at this, and several others showed interest.

“I got my race changed too!” an Asian woman at the table said. “My name is Noriko, but it used to be Titus. I used to be a black guy, but my best friend wished he could ‘get with a hot Asian chick with huge titties’, so here I am.”

“Did you get with him?” a blonde girl with probably the largest rack at the table asked.

“Oh, I did. Couldn’t help myself. I jumped his bones and started speaking in Japanese and everything. I won’t lie, it felt crazy good. Unfortunately for him, his wish only made me ‘get with’ him once, so after that I was a free agent. We’re still friends, but I’ve had to set boundaries. He still carries a torch for me.”

“I don’t blame him!” Raven exclaimed. “You look hot!”

“Thanks. The crazy thing is, I’m pretty sure I was trans before my change, I just didn’t realise it. Becoming Asian has been the bigger adjustment, I guess.”

“Tell me about it,” another latina said at the table. She was a very fit-looking woman with impressive biceps and a midriff on display. She gestured to the table adjacent where some other fit women were. “I’m Gabriella. That’s Jackie, Jenna, and Rose. We all went to this place called the New Life Gym, only, like, this gym is sentient or, like, whatever. It changed us into women. Well, Jenna was just a frumpy mannish-looking latina already, weren’t you, Jenna?”

A drop-dead gorgeous woman turned in her seat and away from her conversation. “Si, frumpy and divorced, and in my forties! I felt like I had lost my life, and then we all started changing!”

“I was, like, soooo much a woman-hater,” Gabriella said. “Real issues. Now I’m so very happy, and I’ve got real love in my life. I mean, I ended up a total bimbo and stuff, but I really love it, and I’ve got my beautiful Abigail as well. You’d like her, Raven, she’s a real punk rock chick like you.”

“Sounds like we need to start a band,” Raven said. “There’s a preggo goth girl on that other table called Raven as well. She can shred one mean guitar.”

The table laughed, and Sofia started to feel a little less lonely.

Wow, maybe this was a pretty good choice to come along. All these people have such strange and interesting stories, it makes me feel less like a freak. A good looking freak, sure, but a bit of a freak nonetheless.

Bianca put a hand on her shoulder and smiled warmly. “Nice to be here, hermana?”

“Si, hermana,” Sofia replied with a smile. She grabbed a bite to eat from the table, and the others did so too, each of them enjoying the little banquet as they shared their stories. Jackie from the neighbouring table joined, one of Gabriella’s friends. She was a white woman with black hair and a seriously impressive set of abs and biceps, all while possessing lovely curves. She shared that she used to be a tubby man who desperately wanted to be a woman, and had been living high on life ever since her transformation in the New Life Gym. Now she worked there, and pointed out two other individuals - one male and one female - who had been transformed while she worked the gym floor.

“I guess it helps if you wanted to be a woman all along, right?” Sofia asked.

Jackie grinned. “No doubt about it. I mean, I was still pretty nervous about it all, but once I realised the changes were happening - which was pretty late in the game - I wanted nothing more than to change. Also, getting a boyfriend helped. Is anyone else here into guys ever since the change?”

Gabriella shook her head, shifting to kiss her tattooed girlfriend Abigail to show otherwise. But Raven’s hand went up, as did most of the other women at the table, including the blonde girl with the head-sized boobs. A classy lady who looked like she was a 1950’s housewife quasi-raised her hand as if unsure, and after Bianca elbowed Sofia, she raised her hand as well.

“I - uh - I’m still grappling with it, though,” she admitted. “I haven’t had sex with anyone yet, even though I’ve been changed almost a year and the guys look so guapo.”

“Oh man, you’re missing out!” Raven declared. “Seriously, sex as a chick is the best. And you can do all kinds, too.”

“You’ll get there,” Noriko said. “I had less choice when I changed, but it certainly helped me learn to love it!”

Yeah, judging from the amount of preggo ladies in the room, Sofia thought. I can see how that’s the case. Though a few don’t look too happy about it.

A dark-skinned woman at the table who was wearing nothing but sexy lingerie spoke up at this point. She’d introduced herself as Brigit, and had apparently been cursed to always look sexy like this, and literally be unable to wear more clothes.

“Learn to love it? Ugh, I wish I could. I mean, it feels great in the moment-”

“Missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl,” Raven droned in the background, counting on her fingers.

“-but I really wish I could pull the brakes on this body sometimes. I’m always showing off my body, and that makes me get all hot and bothered, and then I end up having sex with any random dude I feel myself responding to. It’s so goddamn embarrassing, man!”

“Blowjobs, handjobs, tittyjobs . . .”

“Like, don’t get me wrong, the orgasms are crazy good, but why did my ex have to make me such a slut, y’know? I swear, I get all submissive and shit. Anyone else like that?”

“Doggy style, spooning sex, the old sixty-nine . . .”

Everyone ignored Raven’s ever-growing list. A few people murmured agreement with Brigit. It seemed that more than a few had a kind of sex compulsion, and it soon came out that this was mostly a result of various curses left by vengeful exes and witches, naturally.

Wow, at least I don’t have that problem, Sofia thought. Though I do get pretty libidinous lately. I was feeling myself up just last night thinking about that hot guy in the elevator who hit on me . . .

She noticed that the blonde girl with the huge boobs wasn’t eating, and neither was her boyfriend beside her. Both looked a little embarrassed. Bianca noticed too.

“Are you guys okay?” her friend asked. “Are you allergic or something?”

The blonde went red in the cheeks. “Oh, um, we can’t, uh, we can’t eat food.”

“You can’t eat . . . food?”

The boyfriend shook his head. “It’s part of the curse on us.”

“But you don’t starve?”

The pair looked at one another, both looking a bit embarrassed. Brigit and Raven both leaned forwards on their table, intrigued. Despite herself, Sofia was as well. Eventually, the man spoke.

“I’ll tell them, dude.”

“Thanks, buddy.”

He turned to the group. “Uh, I’m Roy. This is my friend Kaley. She used to be Kade. I guess we’re boyfriend-girlfriend now. We sort of have to be. I had a girlfriend who I was always ignoring to spend time with Kaley here. I blew her off too many times, and she got sick of how co-dependent we were. I guess she got sick of me asking for blowjobs too, and found out about some of my fetishes from my online searches. Anyway, she transformed Kade into my girlfriend, and made it so we were really codependent.”

“What does that, like, mean?” Gabriella asked.

He tugged his colour. “Uh, see my girlfriend’s boobs? She’s wearing a maternity bra. Cause she has to.”

“I’m always making fucking milk,” the blonde whined. “I’m seriously so fucking engorged right now. I fill up several times a day and I’m not even preggo!”

“And I have to drink from her. It’s the only thing I can eat, and my ex changed my body so that it keeps me perfectly nourished.”

“At least you get to drink my titty milk,” Kaley bemoaned. “Meanwhile, I gotta suck his cock if I wanna eat!”

At this, the jaws of everyone dropped the table.

“Wait, are you saying you live on cum?” Raven asked. “Woah, that’s fucked up.”

“You’re telling me,” she sighed, folding her arms beneath her big, milk-filled breasts. “I have to suck my best friend’s dick three times a day just to survive.”

“And I need her to do that, because it’s the only way to empty my damn balls.”

“Except for when we regular fuck,” she said, jabbing him in the side. “I swear, you got the better end of the deal.”

“Well, blowjobs ain’t that bad!” Raven said.

“I’ve given more than a few,” Brigit said.

“Yeah, but three times a day? And just to eat? I’m literally addicted to drinking cum! It’s so messed up! And I gotta feed him my titty milk three times a day too.”

At this, Roy looked a little awkward. “Speaking off . . .”

His stomach growled, and hers followed. With a groan, the very engorged blonde stood up, her breasts not even wobbling because of how utterly full they clearly were. 

“S-sorry,” she said, still red in the face. “We really need to go and, um, find a closet somewhere.”

“Out and two to the left,” Brigit said. “Trust me.”

“It was really nice meeting you guys!” Roy said as his girlfriend pulled him away. “Sorry, I’m just really hungry!”

“And my boobs are fucking full, dude. Hurry up!”

They both left the table, leaving those still there to come to terms with what they’d just heard and witnessed.

“Well, I guess I could always have it worse,” Brigit said.

“Was it just me, or was that concept super fucking hot?” Raven replied.

Her boyfriend cackled. “You’re so fucking bad, babe.”

“Don’t I know it!”

It was at this point that the classy looking 50’s lady in their presence suddenly glitched right out in front of them, causing the table to yell out in surprise, Sofia and Bianca included. It seriously looked like she was was being rendered into pixels or refracted shards of mirror, until the glitch ended just three seconds later and a catgirl was sitting in her place. A literal catgirl, covered in dark grey-black fur, with bright golden eyes and cute whiskers and a tail that swayed up behind her. She had three pairs of breasts, the upper ones perhaps C-cups, the next pair B-cups, and the last one little A’s. She was also now completely naked, barring her fur coat.

“Oh, damn it!” she muttered.

“What the actual fuck!?” Bianca cried.

“Seconded!” Raven exclaimed.

The catwoman patted her fur, seemingly not all that surprised by it; more like just adjusting a little to it.

“Ugh, fur is so hard to maintain,” she whined.

“Are you okay?” Jackie asked.

“Yeah, like, that was super weird!” Gabriella added.

The catwoman checked her breasts. “Great, so I’ve got six boobs and I’m completely naked! This version of me sucks.” She regarded their shocked reactions. “I was a lab tech in a chamber that was testing a dimension device. My name is Josh, at least my original name. The device had an error and exploded, and ever since then I’m a walking interdimensional anomaly. Every few days, sometimes a whole week, I turn into an alternate version of myself from another timeline. Only with so many variables here at the convention, I’m changing every two hours at this rate!”

“Wait,” Sofia said. “Why are you turning into a woman if you’re just becoming alternate versions of yourself. Let alone a catgirl?”

She yawned, purring a little before grabbing, predictably, some of the tuna dish to eat. “It turns out that almost eighty percent of the alternate version of me are female, and a lot aren’t even human. Trust me, I know it’s weird. I was doing a walk-a-thon when I turned into a frickin’ mermaid version of myself. I was finally wearing female clothes that fit me when I turned into a big orc-girl. And trust me, I did not appreciate becoming the version of myself from a universe where all the women have udders. Ugh, never again.”

Sofia gave her a sympathetic grin. “Well, I guess things aren’t all that bad for me, all things considered. It’s not like I have all the compulsions some of you have. I just have . . . boyfriend troubles.”

Bianca smirked. “You just need to be more bold, like some of these guys.”

The conversation was about to continue, when suddenly a woman with salmon pink hair and a labcoat burst into the room, lightning crackling around her clockwork looking mechanical backpack. She looked like some kind of sexy mad scientist.

“But Doc, why are we even here?” said the man trailing after her, a much more ordinary guy.

“To examine a fascinating development of science, dear boy!” she said. “You know that ever since my invention accidentally turned me into a woman I’ve had a fascination with transformative science. Observe! That woman at the front of the stage! Zeynep Ozdemir! She invented a teleportation device, and turned into quite the amply asseted woman she is now, as you can well witness, Matty!”

“Woah, that is heavy.”
“Yes, great Scott indeed. I’m going to meet her! You go mingle! Find someone for that dull-eyed friend of yours back there.”

“You mean Henry? Who used to be Henrietta up until you used another mad device, Doc?”

“The very same!” she shouted, voice manic. She marched forward, gaining more attention than she perhaps assumed, and interrupting Zeynep Ozdemir’s planned speech. Sofia and Bianca giggled at the absurdity of it; a busty, pink-haired science girl trading scientific understanding with a Turkish-American milf. It wasn’t the sort of thing you saw everyday, and soon Zeynep’s daughter had come on stage to try and drag her mother back to the events at hand, while ‘Matty’ was leaving his male friend behind to grab the doctor.

And so it was that Henry, apparently formerly a ‘Henriette’, slowly and awkwardly moved to Sofia’s table, where one seat was remaining on the other side to Bianca. He was a deeply handsome man, one that was clearly already getting Brigit’s libido going, since she was biting her lip and shuffling in her seat, adjusting her lingerie rather unsubtly.

“Hey,” Henry said, gesturing to the seat and then looking to Sofia. His eyes were grey and magnetic. “I’m Henry. Used to be Henrietta until a month ago. Uh, do you mind if I sit here?”

Sofia swallowed. She tried not to notice how much Bianca was grinning next to her, or the crude gestures Raven was making as her own form of encouragement. Gabriella, Jackie, Jenna, and Rose - the whole New Life gym crew - all motioned for her to get him to sit next to her from over his shoulder, so she followed the peer pressure.

“Uh, si. Sure! Come sit down! There’s space for one!”

I’m so frickin’ hopeless when it comes to this stuff, Sofia thought. Bianca was always good at flirting. C’mon, use that ‘Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better mojo, Sofia!

The man took the seat and smiled. “So, this is a real crazy shindig, right? Did you used to be a man like I used to be a woman?”

Instantly, Sofia was able to put up a flirty smile and as much pur in her tone as she could, though not as much as Josh was now capable of in her new catwoman form.

“Sure was,” she replied. “But I’d say it’s an improvement, wouldn’t you say?”

“To my new eyes, I’d say yes, regardless of how you once looked. I’m Henry.”

“Sofia,” she said, taking his hand. 

His eyes really were dreamy. In the background, the gender-changed mad scientist and hosting milf continued to bicker and debate, delaying the proceedings, but Sofia didn’t much care at the moment. She smiled warmly at Henry, ignoring how much her friend was obviously grinning behind her.

“So, tell us your story, Henry, and I’ll tell you mine.”

After all, it can’t be weirder than any of the others here, she thought. And if they can still be bold enough to get laid and enjoy it - or at least resign themselves to it - then damn it, I can too!

To Be Continued . . .