IGirl - TGA ripple spread beneath my clothing, my stomach caving inwards in a sudden burst of pain. The pill bottle falls besides me, rolling across the ground, and I scrabble for it; my dark little secret, the thing nobody can be allowed to know I took.IGirl - TG by dragon8writer
Another stream of pain shoots through my arms, the bones crushing inwards. The flesh feels like it's peeling off my body in some places, and being welded against my bones in others. I can feel my sides working in, my face changing. I sneeze repeatedly as my nose grows smaller, and my lips grow plumper, my ears changing too. Hair grows over them, sliding down my backside as it arcs in pain, my growing bottom dumping me on the floor.
I take desperate breaths to try and get enough air when my organs begin to shift; it's hard to not pass out, but I still don't have the bottle. I'm still in the boys bathroom. I giggle at a little at that, a stream of historicalness that seems to be trying to tear me inside out.
My flesh moves in miniature waves, slid
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I groaned and blinked my eyes open as best I could. Still, I could barely see anything.
My throat felt like it had been washed with that junk dentists used to clean teeth. And I felt like my arms were locked in place as though by a rigid, tucked bed sheet. That got me blinking even more and fussing about.
Though my ears felt like they had plugs in them, I could still hear a hiss and crunch of some great machine running in the background.
Slowly, my vision returned and I looked around. I was secured to a place on a conveyor belt and I wasn't the only one. Countless men, just like me, were on the conveyor belt as well. Most had their heads down and appeared unconscious. Some were fussing about. A few were gagged but still trying to say something.
The areas around the conveyor belt were dark and mechanized. Bits turned and whirred, blowing off steam or belching water down drains.
My wrists were behind me and felt numb due to tension. I fussed with them
Dolly - TG"So, that's like, toooooooooootally the reason why boys wanna kiss me!" she declared, giggling a little to make her point as Hipper nodded. "Wanna talk about why boys like to f-"Dolly - TG by dragon8writer
"No thanks," he said, hurriedly, bringing a pout to her lips. She glared at him, hard enough to make him shift uncomfortably, her child like face pulled up in annoyance.
It burst into a giggle at the last moment at the last moment, her voice bursting into joviality as she informed him, "I was gonna talk to you about fighting, siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiilly!"
He nodded, glancing to the door and wondering how far it would be to make a run for it, deciding it was worth the risk as she burst into a fresh discussion. She gripped his arm as he slipped past, her pout coming forth again. "If you're gonna go out, can you check on my sister? I left her out there 'cause she was getting on my nerves about something or another I dunno think she wanted to eat. As if that wouldn't ruin her future rigueur!"
He nodded aga
Bimboized Birthday Vorhais TGVorhias bit into a bite of cake as he walked, the plastic fork resting against his tongue; it seemed to add an odd flavor of its own to the mix, though he wasn't sure if it was a good thing or not. The cake was barely worth eating to begin with. Scooping up a last piece of pink frosting to chew on, he dropped the remainder of the cake into a passing trashcan.Bimboized Birthday Vorhais TG by dragon8writer
"That's not very nice, you know." Vorhias froze, the gentle press of something vaguely cylindrical pressing between his shoulder blades. "Not that there's anything that says one has to be nice; it's often frowned upon in my line of business, in fact. But you could have at least thrown it out a few blocks further from where you got it."
"Who are you?" It was the only question that entered Vorhias head. He'd have thought there'd be a thousand questions in a situation like that, but only one was presenting itself. It was an unfortunately stupid question, though; As if someone with a gun was going to calmly announce who he was.