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Making a Scene - Early Access (Tg)
🕑 Added 2025-10-26 16:00:13 +0000 UTCAs you walked through the mall, you spotted something you had thought about in a very long time, a Hot Topic. On a whim, you decided to check it out and see if they had anything that would interest you, but you didn't get your hopes up. You stepped inside and perused the merchandise, making your way deeper into the store until you reached the back. Another blast from the past struck you as you found a T-shirt with Gir from Invader Zim on it. You had forgotten about that show, but memories came back to you. Lost in your train of thought, you didn't have the reaction time to dodge the shirt as it launched itself at you.
You struggled to pull it off as it forced itself over your head, the tight fight not showing your figure any mercy. You felt like you were about to lose circulation when the tension let up as the shirt grew bigger... and so did the room. It took a second for your frazzled brain to realize that you were getting smaller and not by a small margin. The shirt hung loosely over your small frame; the only part that showed any hint at your physique was when the front stretched from a pair of small but perky tits. Being a rational human being, you panicked at having female sexual characteristics, but that concern was put on hold as your hips cracked apart, becoming incongruent to your slimming waist.
Soft, supple flesh spilled onto your hips and thighs, giving you a sexy pair of legs that were shown by your shrinking shorts. A tickle brought your attention back from the sensual feelings of turning into a woman as the hem of your shorts gained the appearance of being fur-lined, something that went along with the wolf tail attaching itself to your belt, or rather, belts now. Your socks crept up your thick legs as your gloves shifted to your forearms, becoming fishnets. Your watch wasn't exempt from these changes as it shattered into beads and reformed into a stack of bracelets. A tugging on your shoulder pulled the collar of the shirt down one shoulder to reveal a bra strap in a cute but arousing way.
You looked in the adjacent full mirror just in time to see your male head on top of a petite girl's body, but not for long. Your face softened, taking on a more round appearance forged by estrogen, not testosterone. Your short-cropped hair extended to your neck, the ends tinting green as though you dipped them in dye. A pair of headphones materialized atop your head, complete with cat ears that would have looked cringy and weird if they didn't suit your new aesthetic. Your glasses even morphed, gaining whiskers and a pink bow, no doubt Hello Kitty branded.
With your delicate, black nailed fingers, you touched your new face. You had become the quintessence of Hot Topic, at least physically. You grabbed for your phone, desperate to feel like you had any control of the situation, but you removed a BlackBerry phone instead of your modern one. You beelined for the exit to find hundreds of people in the mall, bustling about their day. The walls of the mall were no longer gross and yellowed with age, and you spotted a Blockbuster and a Toys R Us across the way. An old flatscreen in the food court had the news running, talking about how the stock market was still recovering from its plunge last month.
You sat on a bench in shock, trying to figure out how you would get your body back, but more importantly, how you would escape 2008.
