Stronger

Anonymous asked: I bet your captions powers are weak and wouldnt work on a big strong man like me. go ahead and try it!

When the transforming rain began to fall you weren’t worried. You laughed as lesser men scurried for cover. A few of them ending up with long hair or even perky breasts before they managed to get inside. But you held your head up and strolled on down the middle of the street. 

The rain didn’t scare you, you knew how it worked. It got in your head bringing out your inner feminine self, your anima some might say. That’s why you weren’t worried you’re a real man. Not like those squealing sissies desperately trying to hold in their newly sprouted titties and stumbling as their hips widened and their centres of gravity shifted. No, you were confident there wasn’t a trace of femininity in you. 

Your confidence seemed well founded at least at first. You felt your clothing tighten, your already impressive body bulking up, gaining muscle. It was a little strange but you relished the rush of energy that came with the change. You even felt a little horny although not to the point where you got an erection. You scratched at your crotch the sense of strangeness increasing. You frowned but you could hardly stand around adjusting yourself in public so you head for home.

It wasn’t until you got and stripped off your sodden clothes that you fully understood what had happened. You may be bigger and stronger than you were but you were also all woman. You stand and stare at the new you. The small but firm breasts on your chest. The warm sensitive pussy between your legs. You knew you should be freaking out but you felt oddly calm. Honestly, when you looked this good it was hard to care about a little thing like your penis.