This text contains TF and/or TG as well as mild sexual scenes and bad language
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The TGF Writer
"I don't think we should be doing this." sixteen year old Trick stated as he was filling out the form.
"We already talked through this." sighed Tony, putting down his pen and filled form on the desk. "It's not permanent, it's not dangerous, and you'll have a fun time." he pointed at his friend for a moment. "Besides, you need a break from so much schoolwork, you've been focusing too much on the exams and too little on having some fun of your own."
Trick doubted, but he still finished the form.
"We thank you for choosing BAMIS" said the woman at the desk. "Now, take these card keys and head to your changing room." she added. "You'll be explained what to do once you get there."
Tony and Trick said their farewells as they had been assigned different rooms.
Trick went to room 024; he took a deep breath as he placed his hand on the knob, doubting for a second once again.
Taking a deep breath, he turned it and went into the room.
For a second, Trick's eyes looked around the six by six foot room, taking notice of the small leather chair, the TV screen on a wall, a coffee table and two metallic doors at the other side, most likely a closet of sorts.
"Hello." said the only other thing that caught his attention, a young woman standing next to the screen; she was a rather attractive woman, around her early twenties, short black hair and honey tanned skin; wearing the same dark blue uniform any other BAMIS employe used. "Please take a seat."
Trick had a very hard time holding his stare on the woman's deep brown eyes, specially when her shirt was revealing just enough cleavage for him to fantasize about how good it'd feel to bury his face in them, or how tight her suit was around her waist and hips, making it all the easier for Trick to imagine her not wearing anything at all.
"Isn't it supposed to be... alone?" Trick asked, already feeling uncomfortable.
"Don't worry, I'll leave once everything gets... personal." she stated, leaning against the wall as Trick sat down. "I've been told this is your first time, is this correct?" Trick nodded. "Then do you know how the Body And Mind Imitation System works?"
"Something like becoming someone else?" Trick suggested.
"Close enough." the woman answered. "Basically, you physically become that person." she stated. "But also, you become influenced to be like them."
"Influenced?" asked Trick. "How does that work?"
"Hm..." she paused for a moment, as if thinking. "You receive small bits of memory of the one your turning into." she concluded. "And you also... feel compelled to act in a similar manor as that person."
"Wait, memories?, wouldn't that break the privacy of that person?" Trick reacted somewhat strongly. "And what if I feel like committing a crime while transformed?"
"Well, first off, if memories do come with the transformation, whatever memories you receive are those that person permitted beforehand." she stated. "Also, where you to commit any crime, it'd be somewhat considered as if you were drugged... or something." she sighed as she shook her head. "And the original person would be considered as involved and he or she would go through trial."
"What if that person chose to leave all his or her memories?" asked Trick. "Would I end up being 100% like that person?"
"Only while transformed." she stated. "Were that the case, your original memories would be sealed during that time." she added. "However, once it's over, you'll loose all their memories and regain your own; though you'll remember everything you thought or did while transformed."
"So what're my options?" asked Trick, feeling more awkward and confused than when he had entered the room.
"I could give you a list of the donors you can access..." she muttered as she sat on the coffee table, crossing her legs in a way Trick had trouble in keeping his eyes on her face; she clicked a remote she had been holding, the TV filled with hundreds of names and photos, which went one through the other at such speed it was impossible to even read. "...however, one of our donors specifically noted that only you could access their DNA." she clicked once again, and the names and photos were immediately erased. "Though that donor also asked for his or her data not be told to you."
"Wait,wait, wait, wait, wait..." Trick held his hands up, as if trying to slow things down. "Someone donated their DNA and said only I could use it?" he paused for a second. "Is that even possible?"
"Yes, it is possible." she replied with a short grin. "Were you to donate your DNA, you could decide whether or not everyone can access it, or who can or can't." she continued. "As well as if you want to leave any memories and which one." she paused for a moment. "So would you like to use that person's DNA?"
"Could I know anything else about that person?" asked Trick.
"Sorry, we were told not to tell." she stated back. "Not even gender or age." she added. "We were asked just to tell you someone had donated their DNA and that you're the only one who's allowed to access it."
"Great." Trick sighed. "So either I pick some stranger who's face and data I know, or I become someone I know, but not who."
"May I give you my personal opinion about this?" the woman asked, Trick just remained silent. "Doesn't it bug you as to why someone chose to solely let you use their DNA and their memories?"
"Well, yeah, it does, but..." Trick doubted. "...still..." he sighed, shaking his head. "Ok, let's use that one."
"Good to hear." the woman smiled broadly, as she went to the metallic doors; after she punched in a code to the pad, the doors opened, and a small briefcase came out. "Here." she said, placing it on the coffee table. "Press your hand to the side, and once the transformation begins, it'll open and you'll be able to take the clothes the donor left chose for you." she paused for a second. "I'd suggest you fully change clothes as soon as you can, there's a chance the donor's sizes greatly differ with your own."
"If it weren't free, I'd be asking for my money back." Trick whispered to himself as the woman left the room.
"Why don't you hold that thought until you're done?" the woman replied with a wink as she closed the door. "We can always activate the cancellation code and you'd go immediately back to normal."
As the door closed, Trick was left with a rather uncomfortable silence; he stared at the smooth metallic surface shaped like a hand on a side of the briefcase, and wondered for a second who's DNA he was about to put into his system.
He took a deep breath, and placed the palm of his hand on the cold metallic surface.
After a second or two, he felt a soft sting throughout the surface of his hand, after which there was a *click*, and the locks on the briefcase opened.
He opened, and saw some clothes, on top of which was a note, with only two words written on it *No peeking*.
Fearing the worst, Trick took a look of what was under the note; his eyes opened in shock as he discovered a set of white panties and a bra, along with a skirt and a shirt, some socks and shoes as well.
"Oh crap." he muttered to himself, the clothes a clear clue as to what he was going to turn into.
He didn't even finish those words, when he already felt the changes surfacing.
The first things to transform were his feet, which immediately shrunk and thinned, as the shoes became too loose for him to even walk on them; at the same time, all the hair he had on his legs began to wither away and vanish entirely as his legs began to turn slender and smooth.
His thighs widened and his hips cracked and stretched outward as the uncomfortable sensation of his pants becoming too tight reached Trick's brain a bit too late.
By the time he had begun taking his pants off, she gasped with the realization her tight ass and slender legs hadn't been the only thing that had changed.
Hurrying to get out of that naked state, she took the panties and placed them as hurriedly as she could, the smooth silky piece of cloth snugly clasping itself around her nice round ass and newly formed gender.
And the changes continued faster now, seemingly encouraged by the presence of the panties.
Her waist began to narrow and her stomach flattened, the skin turning smooth and soft along the way.
Trick realized what would be the next change almost immediately, and took her shirt off moments before her chest began to inflate at amazing speed, her breasts becoming round and firm as their growth came to a halt, their size just large enough for Trick to cover with her hands, a deep blush coming up to her face as the sensation of her own touch reached her head.
As if in auto pilot, her body lunged for the clothes in the briefcase, and placed them on with masterful skill, it felt like this was just one of a thousand other times she had done it.
And as her frame shrunk, her arms thinned, her neck stretched, her hair lengthened, her face shifted, her lips plumped, her yaw line softened, and the rest of her features finished changing, Trick realized just who she was.
"Erica?" she muttered out loud with the same feminine voice she remembered her crush to have.
The very moment she said the name, a rush of sounds and images came into her head; they were memories, fractions; she staring at Trick and hiding a blush when he stared back, the soft longing feeling, tight within her chest, whenever she thought his name, the spent hours thinking about him...
Trick/Erica blushed at the realization of what was going on within her head.
"You ready?" said a voice from the door, Trick turned to see the same woman from before.
"Erica?" were the first words Trick spoke, somewhere within her unlocked memories, she knew the woman standing there was her. "Is that really you?"
"Of course it is, you klutz." the woman giggled, making Trick blush. "You're a lot denser than I thought possible." she leaned forth, and placed a soft warm kiss on Trick's lips. "How about we go watch a movie?"
Trick tried to hide her blush as she was pulled out of the room.
Even though she knew the transformation would only last for a day, she was sure it'd be a day to remember.