Female to female morphs

[catfish27]

Originally Posted by Craptacular

Cool, could you do a description like that for the Keeley to Hiromi one above? I'd love to hear how she goes from an English to Japanese girl.

Hopefully cynet2212 doesn't mind me muscling in on the territory. This was supposed to be shorter, but things got a little out of control; it was inspired by the claim on Keeley's Wikipedia page that she's gone to Los Angeles to study acting. (And I see cynet2212's much shorter description got posted while I was writing this -- another downside to being so wordy.)

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Having left her modeling career in her native England for the bright lights of Hollywood, Keeley Hazell was finding it tough to get an acting career started.

She'd been eating lunch regularly at a hole-in-the-wall Japanese restaurant down the block from her apartment, and she'd struck up a bit of a friendship with the owner, an older, gray-haired gentleman who seemed harmless.

On this day, she was complaining more than usual about her lack of success, in between bites of teriyaki. Finally, the man put a finger to his lips, and, when she stopped talking, took her hand in his wrinkled one. "You pretty girl," he said, "but pretty girls who want acting job a dime a dozen around here. Even lots of pretty girls with accent like you." He looked upward for a moment as if thinking, then looked back at her. "Okay, you can work for me."

"Here?" she asked, looking around. The restaurant was small, and looked like it didn't need any more waitresses than the two older women who she knew worked there already -- the owner's wife and another relative, she'd assumed.

"No," he said. "I own place for men, nearer downtown. You do tricks all day, all night, make big money, not even worry about acting -- I take care of that, you lie back, enjoy sex."

"What?" Keeley hoped she'd misunderstood, but part of her knew she hadn't. "Are you talking about a" -- she lowered her voice -- "a brothel?"

"Yes!" said the man with a smile. "It classy place. No ads, all word of mouth. Famous men visit, bring big cash. Girls all Asian, but I use magic, turn you Japanese nympho. I change you tonight -- right after, use new phone, call me, I pick you up."

He sat there with a big grin on his face. Keeley, now thinking he was insane, mumbled something noncommittal, got up, and left a few bills on the table next to her half-uneaten lunch. She exited the building as fast as she could, vowing to herself to start the search for a new lunch spot tomorrow.

With two ultimately unsuccessful commercial auditions that afternoon, she soon put the bizarre encounter out of her mind. It didn't come back to her until hours later, as she undressed for bed. She stood in front of her full-length bedroom mirror in a black bra and panties, chuckling. "Okay, weird guy," she said. "It's 'tonight,' so change me!"

Whether it was a coincidence or whether he had magically heard her request, at that moment, an involuntary shudder ran through her. Her eyes widened as her highlighted brunette hair seemed to be suddenly growing darker, and maybe even a few inches longer. Her skin was also changing hue, from a nicely tanned Caucasian shade to a more brownish color. As her bra and panties faded out of existence, it became obvious that her whole body was changing shape, from voluptuous to a more lithe, trim figure. Her breasts remained about the same size, albeit hanging lower with no support from an undergarment.

The major changes were to her face: her eyes narrowed, her nose flattened and widened, her cheekbones became more prominent, even her jawline changed shape. A look of surprise flickered across her face ever so briefly, but then her now-thinner lips parted in a smile, revealing perfect white teeth. Much of her formal education left her brain, including most of her English knowledge; she was left with everything she knew about sex, and then some. Other parts of her brain and the nerve receptors all over her body were altered to make sex much more pleasurable for her, put her libido into permanent overdrive, and almost totally remove her need for sleep.

She felt herself being forced onto tiptoes, and looked down to see that clear acrylic high heels had appeared on her feet. The fact that she was naked except for the shoes didn't really register with her; later, she'd discover that attempting to put on any clothes would result in a painful burning sensation, but she wouldn't much care.

The Blackberry she'd left on the nearby dresser was now a bright pink phone, a much simpler device with bigger buttons. With her long, manicured fingernails, she navigated through the menus until she got to the one number saved in memory.

"Hello, Hiromi," said the voice on the other end.

She almost replied in Japanese, but then remembered that he wanted her to try to always speak English, practicing it for the benefit of the clients. "You -- I -- pick up now?"

"Yes," said the man. "Be there soon."

She disconnected the call and went back to looking at herself in the mirror. She could feel herself growing wet, having just heard a man's voice. For relief, she started using one hand to massage herself between her legs, and the other to gently trace the outlines of her smallish areolae.

She had six orgasms by the time the man knocked on her door a few minutes later.