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WIP outline for a multi-part delinquent TG (parts 6-8)

Added 2021-12-24 23:05:20 +0000 UTC

Okay next one will be the final part I promise...

PART 6

The boss wakes up to his alarm clock in bed. He needs to get back up in order to turn it off with his right hand (left arm is bandaged). With his eyes still closed, he feels his chest again. Then he notices the bra he borrowed and realizes he still has girl boobs.

“FUUUU-”

LATER, boss and the boys are walking down Kingdom Alley during the weekend in normal civvies (boss in a baggy, but non-edgy hoodie), basically surveying the small businesses around them as they’re active.

“Damn, so this place is really ours for the taking, eh?”

“That depends; did anyone get a list of places the previous gang was extorting?”

A relatively quiet sequence where they walk past various stores going about their day, and the boys (boss stays mostly quiet) genuinely start to question what it even meant for them to have “turf”. The previous gang was indeed threatening and extorting the small businesses in the neighborhood in exchange for “protection” from hoodlums (read: themselves). None of them have any experience with threatening people for money, and in fact aren’t really interested in it -- they just wanted to find some good hangouts that don’t attract or are threatened by shady thugs (and maybe get a few freebies here and there).

The Deputy and the other goons finally ask Boss what he thinks of their future. He finally speaks up to let them know that back at base, the Aide was delegating the info on what businesses were being blackmailed and amassing how to reach them to inform them on the change of connections. Where that goes... depends on how they respond, he’s not super sure just yet.

Amidst that answer, the deputy asks something:

“Boss, are you feeling alright right now?”

“Ugh, I dunno. I’m just kinda moody today.”

“Oh. I was gonna say your voice sounds kinda weird... do you have a cold or something?”

“...I... just shouted really hard this morning.”

“Ah, okay. Anyone want drinks?”

Right as he says this, he realizes he’s standing next to a women’s clothing store. VERRRRRY similar to the store he pictured in his dream a few parts ago. He tries to turn away in embarrassment and keeps walking forward with the rest of em.

They stop by a boba stall for drinks, boss is visibly just standing off to the side and uncomfortable as deputy orders for everyone. Boss doesn’t order anything. He’s too nervous to have anything right now.

The guys head back to the base, just as the aide gets off the phone. Boss is trailing behind, but she lets the deputy know of the new arrangement: Boss wants to abandon the racketeering and genuinely start protecting the businesses of Kingdom Alley. That’s the idea at least; otherwise someone more corrupt will fill the vacuum. Deputy thinks that’s a fine enough idea as he likes the place, hopefully that means none of them will get beaten up for “collusion” (that one goon of theirs got attacked in the first place was hit by a rival gangster thought he was conspiring against them; he was just buying a soda from a store).

Deputy’s like “Hey wait, that’s boss’ plan? Why didn’t he tell me that?” Aide reminds him that the boss is in a really bad spot at the moment and under a lot of stress, just bear with him. He accepts it, but he’s like “oh yeah, he IS acting weird now, isn’t he? Did something get into him? Maybe we should talk.”

While this is happening, parallel scene of Boss in the backyard shrine again, this time flipping through each and every angle around the etching and the illustrations. He’s really desperate and wondering if there is something that could explain what’s happening to him. Nothing. Shit. Worse, he’s feeling even weirder in his chest... and body in general. Clutching his chest, he’s trying to pass into the doors as quietly as possible, just so he can slip back into the bathroom again without anybody noticing...

But just as he quietly slips past a door in the hallway, he accidentally runs into deputy... and deputy’s hand reaching where a doorknob used to be and instead grabbing BOSS’ CROTCH.

They both spook each other, Boss especially. Deputy just apologizes “oh sorry, didn’t mean to sneak up on ya, I was just looking for ya”, evidently not realizing what he just groped. Boss is still alarmed and thinking the worst, blurting out “IGNORE THAT! DON’T TELL ANYONE!” as he barrels past him to lock himself in the bathroom, much to deputy’s confusion.

Immediately slamming the door and locking it, he whips his shirt off and assesses his bra for discomfort. He’s trying to figure out if his boobs have somehow already grown or if he’s just wearing it wrong, and so he unzips it. He sees boobs again. He really doesn’t know what he expected. But again... they’re big and real... fuck... how is he gonna keep them hidden forever?

(KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK) “Hey, uh, boss? Are you actually sick or something? I can help call you a doctor...”

Boss gets jump-scared again as he wasn’t expecting that. This time he blurts out no particular excuse to explain what’s happening this time; he just wants him away to not hear him struggle to zip up a bra:

“UHH UHHHH JUST GIVE ME A MOMENT! I-uh... I’m just... uh... I’ll see you outside in a bit.

“Um... you sure? Boss? You don’t seem very well, we’re all here to help ya.”

“Just... go! Talk to you later!”

“Uh... whatever you say, boss. Just letting you know, if anything comes up... we’re here for you.”

“Yeah, thanks byeEUGH-(CLASPS HAND OVER MOUTH)”

The concerned deputy walks away, while on the other side of the door, the boss is struggling to contain himself as something terrible has overwhelmed his crotch. Trying to contain his pleasure, his other hand is right on his pants... something terrible just happened to him down there. The deputy just grabbed there, what was happening?! He can’t take it anymore. Throwing caution to the wind, he immediately pulls his pants and underwear down to get a good look.

IT’S TINY. His penis and balls... are... and more importantly, it’s throbbing... it’s about to cum... no, not here, goddamnit! He tries to grab it, but there’s virtually nothing left to put his fist around... he tries to pinch it NO THAT DOESN’T WORK EITHER... FUUUUCK!!!

he cums... he can’t contain himself and unloads onto the floor, not able to realize what’s happening to him by the bizarre, unfamiliar sensations overwhelming him. He braces onto the sink to try to keep standing in an attempt to stay conscious... and realizes looking down that he’s staring at the end of his male life.

it’s shrinking, it’s shrinking... going deep inside of him... and... what?... his skin down there is... is that a...

(BLOSSOM)

KYAAAAAAAA!!!!!

BOSS?!

Deputy immediately hears a screaming coming from the bathroom, and on reflex he immediately dashes back and shoulder-rushes the door. It instantly comes crashing open through the door frame and he barrels inside, but unknowingly toppling all over his boss and shards of the door. Ouch.

The deputy quickly gets up and apologizes, wondering if his boss is alright... but as the dust settles he realizes that he’s seeing a naked body, a female torso, and his boss’ face-

huh?

Boss immediately snaps his eyes open... and realizes there’s now a very large man looking at his very naked female body... including his big breasts... and a new pussy...

“Boss?! A.... are you... are you a girl?!”

PART 7

We open on a beach... no characters yet, but there’s some narration from an unknown person being embarrassed about something. We can have a good guess pretty quickly who it is.

“But guys, this is so embarrassing! The boys are gonna all stare at me...”

“...well... maybe this won’t be so bad, actually...”

“...am I... look cute at least?”

It turns out it’s a very female version of the boss, dressed in a bikini and with long hair. Leg-deep in water, she’s blushing but smiling as it’s her first time out in such a revealing manner. And suddenly, she finds herself getting swooped up by a mysterious faceless man (silhouette of the deputy but again, no face, for reasons clear in a second), and is cradled waaaaay too close to his face...

“Yes, you are! Don’t be shy, boss!”

“...you’re always cute...”

“our little princess...”

“we’ll take good care of you...”

Just before they end up in a kiss, a loud DINGDONG plays, sending boss catapulting awake from his bed in a terrified sweat. He’s immediately squicked out by the dream, palming his face from the shock... then he realizes that hair is covering his face. He then puts the pieces together and realizes his hair has indeed grown a bit (not as much as in the dream, but more than before).

Because of course it fucking did.

He was woken up by a doorbell. In dark silhouette of his unlit room (it’s 11AM-ish but his blinds are closed), he opens his front door and sees a bag with a post-it note on it. It’s not a package, it’s like a little fancy shopping bag. He doesn’t have any neighbors around where it’d be put there as an accident. Boss gives it a quiet glare, then quietly takes it inside his apartment.

Then hakes his way into his bathroom, and finally turns on the light. He sees his face. It’s slimmer. It goes with his hair. ugh.... He needs a morning shower, so he taps the water to get the heat on and anxiously takes off his sleeping clothes and drops them to the floor.

In the full mirror, he sees his fully naked body. There’s no penis anymore. He has breasts. There’s a moist slit roughly where his balls used to be. He still has hints of his muscles that he developed from fighting, but it was unmistakable.

He was a woman now. There’s no way he can possibly cover it anymore...

Flash back to right after the end of part 6: right after deputy asked the question, boss smacked his mouth shut, pushed him off, and immediately got up to shut the what remained of the door and lock it. As he’s frantically trying to get himself dressed, he’s simultaneously quite focused and quiet with what he proceeds to tell his deputy.

“DO NOT TELL ANYONE, ALRIGHT?! If anyone asks you what happened to me, just say I got the flu. If anyone questions what’s happened here, just tell them I was... having a rough day, I don’t know--just something other than what you actually saw!”

“...boss, I-I don’t understand... I KNOW you... you’re definitely a guy! ...right? Is this just some sorta weird project you have going on? Because it looks kinda r-”

“I DON’T KNOW WHAT’S GOING ON. Ever since we got this building, I... weird things started happened to me!!! I don’t know why, but... I’m...”

“Boss?”

(anxious deep breath) “...please don’t tell anyone... nobody can know anything about this, okay? Nobody...”

Boss is looking down on himself in utter shame... not only did he just turn into a girl, his friend just saw him naked as one... and he doesn’t know what to do... he almost feels like crying...

“...o-okay, boss.”

(snaps open) “Huh?”

“I promise not to tell anybody. I didn’t know you were going through this, but you’re the boss. If you don’t want anyone to know, your secret’s safe with me.”

(long, awkward pause as boss confusedly thinks it through...)

“Um... good. Good. right...”

Boss gets fully dressed again and just quietly walks out the door as deputy follows with a blank curious look. Narration boxes of the deputy explaining to the rest of the gang some time later:

“Boss got sick and needs to stay at home for a bit. I’m assuming command while he’s gone. Just a few days rest, and he’ll be back soon, better than ever! Until then, let’s wish him all well.”

Transition back to present. He’s just come out of his shower in his male underwear, and he’s very visibly uncomfortable in them now as he tries to put the rest his usual leather jacket on. He doesn’t look natural standing in it now. He throws it off onto his bed in frustration.

He tries putting on his usual civvies for a few bonus frames. He still feels awkward in them. Onto the pile he goes. He looks unnatural. He doesn’t even feel comfortable in his own skin anymore, and these are the clothes he normally wears for that sort of thing. His body... betrays him.

Hey, wasn’t there a package earlier? Not a package, a bag. Who dropped it off? He leans over to investigate. He pulls out the post-it and reads in its lovely handwriting:

“I think I know what’s going on with you. Maybe I don’t. But I feel like you’ve been stressing out a lot about this, and I thought you might finally want it. Hopefully it gives you some peace. Best wishes ~A”

It’s the aide? He immediately digs into the bag and sees what was contained in it: the dress.

He instant it registers to him what he’s holding, he yelps and reflexively throws it away like it’s radioactive. What the fuck?! Why?! What, was this a joke?! He turns around, trying to pretend that the dress isn’t there, embarrassed that it’s there, in an attempt to pretend like it’s not there.

...30 seconds later, he finally looks around again... and decides “well, as long as it’s here...”

After stripping to just his mismatching underwear again, he finally puts it on, and looks at himself in the mirror.

It’s a little too small for him, and a little wrinkly from being folded up... but it’s cuter than he’d expected... yet also just as cute as he’d hoped. Something warm and fuzzy comes over him...

He starts feeling all light and floaty, and so he gives the dress a little twirl in front of the mirror. But then he accidentally flashes his uncomfortable male boxers and makes himself terribly embarrassed again, cringing back onto his bed and digging his face in a pillow, confused and angry at everything again.

“Goddamnit, this isn’t right! What the hell am I even trying to accomplish here?!”

(gets up from his pillow with a look of determination) “I have to... I have to man up! I gotta do something about this shit!”

“y-yeah! I can do this! I can still lead and fight! This is just a test, isn’t it?!”

(looking at and lifting his skirt) “I just... gotta keep this under wraps from the guys...”

(expression looking like he’s trying really hard to convince himself that he’s still tough) “I can do this...”

With a pose of determination on his bed, he thinks about his next step. A beat panel has him still maintaining the pose and realizing “...I need to find more comfortable clothes...” Getting off his bed and picking up his other clothes, he’s thinking about heading to a mall and needs something to go in for now.

However, as he’s sorting through the previously-tried on male clothes through his pile, he looks in the mirror again, still in the dress, and realizes... underwear aside, it is kinda comfy... He considers going out in it, then realizes “WAIT NO NO NO I CAN’T GO OUT IN PUBLIC IN A DRESS ABORT ABORT.”

But then he realizes his delinquent jacket... yeah, he can still wear it overtop, can he? He needs pockets anyway.

Final frame shows him walking out in his dress but wearing his cool jacket.

“There. That’ll do for now. Just... one step at a time.”

PART 8

Establishing shot of a mall with boss (in the dress/jacket combo) slinking really close to the walls before slipping inside the main entrance. He already looks like he’s dying inside of embarrassment.

“OH GOD THIS WAS A TERRIBLE MISTAKE WHY DID I GO ALL THE WAY OUT HERE EVERYONE’S FUCKING LOOKING AREN’T THEY”

Then he slaps himself to snap him out of it. He’s gonna have confidence, damnit!

“Fucking pull yourself together, boss! You’ve played tough before, you can do it again! You are a strong... person who doesn’t need any help...”

He takes a deep breath, retains his poise, then tries to confidently walk through while “ignoring everyone” (thinking everyone is looking at him for being weird, but not realizing that nobody around cares or is paying any attention to him).

His plan is to head to this not-Hot Topic store, the same place that he originally got his delinquent outfit from. He figures that maybe he can find new, equally-edgy clothes that fit his new frame... and then he reaches the location and sees that it closed down. WTF?! Uh, okay, plan B.

He looks for another store (a not-H&M) that does offer a slightly less edgy, but mostly black pants that could be good for him... he freezes in horror once he finds a pair and realizes the $$$$$$$ and backs away... but then he notices a mannequin placed in front of the women’s section with a really trendy black outfit on sale... that looks kinda cute and edgy... wonder if he can pull of that sorta tomboy look NO. FOCUS, he’s not there for himself, he’s trying NOT to look like a girl...

Plan C, head to a sports store so at least he can look athletic. But before he can even enter, he suddenly freezes in discomfort. Seeing the guys in there occupying the men’s section gets him nervous -- suddenly he feels really self-conscious about entering, and it’s not strictly because of the dress. He takes a glance at the women’s section across from it, and he’s also uncomfortable seeing the very slim, form-fitting attire of a lot of it. He quickly notices a sports bra from a distance, and immediately becomes aware of the one he’s wearing underneath...

he’s all confused; why does he feel so nervous all of a sudden?! It’s his body, he can keep it covered, he’s still a dude deep down, there shouldn’t be any harm in just getting the type of clothes he’s always gotten. He should not be bothered by his appearances, he’s NEVER been bothered by his appearances, at least not in this way...

...right?

Screw it, plan D for “department store”. He goes into just a general clothing store and decides to think about his delinquent look later, for now he’s just gonna get generic, uncomplicated clothes as his civvies. However, he immediately runs into an annoyance of “Where’s the guy’s section?” and has to walk through all of the womens’ stuff first. He realizes quickly wow, women’s stuff has way more variety and takes up more space... that sucks for someone like him. IE, a dude.

But as he walks through, he finds himself increasingly distracted by the female options around him. He ends up stopping once he notices among the women’s underwear section boyshorts that resemble his current boxers. He takes a moment to genuinely consider getting them... no one will know the difference if he did...

As he’s browsing through and focused though, we get an angle of someone else in the store on her phone at a distance, who quietly notices the boss, hangs up her phone, and then very slowly approaches him before tapping his shoulder, just as he’s taking a pair of boyshorts off the rack.

“Boss? Is that you?”

Oh shit, it’s the aide! He very quietly panics and has a million thoughts immediately racing through his head, wondering how the hell he’s supposed to get out of this situation but only verbalizing “UHHHm UHHHm UHHH...”

“I thought you were home sick! Are you uh... are you busy here?”

“W-w-w-what are YOU doing here?!”

“...I’m doing some shopping on a weekend? I uh... couldn’t help but notice, uh... you’re actually wearing that dress out?” (recognizing him by the dress she dropped off earlier and his jacket)

(realizing that yes, he still is) “UHH... UHH...”

(realizing she made him really uncomfortable) “No, no it’s fine, boss! (begins turning around) Sorry, if this is just your business, I’ll leave you to it, bye!”

(reaching out) “No, wait! Uh...”

(Aide stops)

“I uh... I need to tell you something...”

Following this is a short montage of aide going over and picking off various clothes (mostly tomboyish stuff, including a plaid skirt) before handing them off to the boss who goes into a changing room. Narration boxes are overtop, leading up to boss in the dressing room changing in to the new clothes as aide waits outside (holding onto his jacket for him).

“I’ve just... wanted to try something out. But I’m not really good at this kinda... you know... g... g-STUFF... but--

“Do you want me to help you find stuff out?”

“I... ah....”

“I mean, I have time...”

“...yes. Yeah, thank you....”

Boss comes out of the room all in a not super-edgy, but modestly cool and cute black/pink tomboy outfit, while holding the dress in one arm. he’s blushing like an idiot and trying not to cringe/smile at once while the aide greets him with curiosity.

“Damn, you look great! How do you feel?”

“...it’s kinda breezy...”

(throws arm over him and draws him in) “Hah, welcome to my world! For real, though, you look great! Like an actual cute girl, even!”

(quietly smiling under a blush) “...a... ah?”

“Do you wanna hang out? Get a bite and just chat for a bit, seems like that there’s a lot on your mind.”

“Uh... sure...”

Another montage of the two hanging out around the mall.

“So like, are you actually sick, or what? I mean, I know I saw your... y’know. What’s that all about?”

“Um... it’s nothing, it’s just uh... yeah, I’ve been feeling really weird these last few days... body’s been doing weird stuff, and everything feels off... just been kinda uncomfortable being me right now...”

“I didn’t know this was something on your mind... is this a new thing? The clothes, I mean. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but like...”

“Uh... I dunno, I’ve just been feeling like a mess... but this stuff... it’s kinda relaxing in a way, and I don’t know why.”

“Is that so? Well, you actually can rock that look, so I’m not surprised, actually!”

“...hah...”

Sharing crepes and sitting down at the food court, talking down in the present:

“I’d just become worried that you started hurting yourself because you were too embarrassed to tell anyone. But hey, we all got our problems, and everyone’s got hobbies!”

“...”

“Listen, if it makes you feel the least bit better, dude, you’re still the boss. We saw you kick that rival’s ass, nobody will ever think of you as anything less than what you are for dressing up every now and then, you know? I certainly wouldn’t mess with ya. ...You’re definitely entitled to bein’ a cute girl is where I’m getting at.”

“...”

“Of course, this is your own thing, if you don’t feel ready to share it with the guys, that’s totally up to you. I won’t say anything, we can totally just keep it between us.”

“...that sounds fine...”

Transition to later back at the apartment in the evening. Having spent the entire day shopping for cute stuffs, boss comes back with bags of clothes, plops them down, takes his jacket off (possibly also his shirt and bra), then flops onto bed. He rests his face into a pillow with a warm expression.... before realizing.