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“Hu-h?” Lucy gave a confused grunt, ending on a strangely high note. Something flew past her vision, letting out a faint *Clack*. She gasped, her phone suddenly gone, looking up to see the clique dying of laughter. “W-what’s so funny! M-my voice!” Lucy squealed as she looked down, instinctually patting her pockets for her phone. Her hands only met scratchy skirt fabric on top of jiggly thigh fat. Gone was her broad frame, instead greeted by a pair of modest breasts snug in a school blazer, blue skirt pooling around her still masculine legs. Her hands, now tiny dainty things, scoured across her body, mind running a mile a minute.

She didn’t process the girls’ giggles and jabs; her mind solely focused on the mess of new sensations hitting him all at once. The strange tightness of what she could only assume was a bra, the airy utterances of disbelief, and most worryingly of all, an odd wetness where her manhood should be. Her manicured digits beelined for her crotch, only to confirm the impossibility. Her cock had vanished.

Adrenaline was pumping through her body impossibly fast, her brain entering flight node. He stood up, another *Clack* echoing on the scratched-up subway floor. He looked down, letting out another terrified, high-pitched yelp. He looked on in horror as he saw and felt her pants and sneakers disintegrate, replaced by thigh-high socks and tight Mary-Janes. Her legs shivered, her airy skirt doing little to protect her from the chilled, sterile air.

The tallest one grabbed her shoulders, now towering over her by a good few inches.

“Shh, calm down, babes! We just wanted to give you a little makeover. Stop crying; you’re making your super cute new face look ick.”

“Yeah, I’m jealous~ Take a look at that ass!” another one chimed in, nonchalantly groping Lucy’s new bubble butt.

“Y-y-you did this??? You made me a GIRL!!!!”

The girls just laughed at her accusation. “We didn’t just make you a girl. We made you an absolute hottie! Come, we got class soon. I’d bet the boys would love to get a look at you.”

“C-class… I’m not some high school girl! I’m a guy! I have my computer job to get too-”

“Oh really” A brunette sniped. “I’ve never seen a guy with boobs and a skirt. And job? Girl, you can barely use your phone, let alone do anything with computers.”

“T-that’s not true! I’m great with computers, I can fix anything with the Windows or Apple operating s- umm computers! I even know how to use Linu-Li… why can’t I remember?” Lucy whined petulantly.

The group leader picked up the horrified Lucy, one of her lackeys scooping up a pink hoola-hoop.

“Because of the hoop~ Long story short, the hoop made you one of us. I’m not going to tell you how we got it. I’m sure it’d go over your pretty little head anyway. Now quite pouting and come with us, we got Homeroom in 15.”

She tugged at her sleeve, but the newly minted girl wouldn’t move.

Lucy’ face was ghostly white. “This can’t be happening” was all that was going through her head. The girls looked at her in pity.

“Ok, sorry, I know this was maybe a bit much.” The brunette spat out. “Yeah, and our stop is coming up, so look, we’ll fix you and be on our way.” The leader went on.

The leader grabbed the hoop, muttered something under her breath, and dropped it. Lucy’s eyes were shut tightly, just pleading for this nightmare to end. She opened her eyes, looked down, and almost fainted. She was still clad in that stupid skirt, still stuck as a dumb high school girl.

The girls looked nervous, shifting gazes as the leader lost her air of authority. “Uhh… haha, got you again. Here, this time, the hoop will turn you back for real.” She picked it up, manicured digits trembling as she held it over her head once again. “Please, please, please fix me!” Lucy begged as she dropped it once more. *Clack* the flimsy plastic bounced off the floor, Lucy’s pussy still as wet as before.

*DING* The indicator that they had arrived at the next station rang.

“So umm… we gotta head to class. But, um just keep the hoop, just drop it over your head, and I’m sure you’ll be turned right back! See ya!” The girls practically sprinted out of the subway car, getting strange looks from the station bystanders.

Lucy shuddered. Everything about her new body felt wrong. She looked down at the hoop, body trembling as she bent down to pick it up. She almost fell over, not used to her strange new center of balance. As she picked it up over her head, she felt utterly lost, alone, helpless, and sacred. A few people had filed onto the train, all towering over her 5’2 frame.

She dropped the hoop, begging for any higher power to restore her manhood. It was in vain. With another faint *Clack*, the hoop fell, completely ineffective.

She tried again, and again, and again. It was for naught. Every time she bent down, she was greeted by the cold air tickling her lower thighs. Every time she held up the hoop, she felt her new breasts straining ever so slightly against her chest. And yet every time she did it again, her long blonde locks tickling her neck as he continued her Sisyphean task.

After countless baffled onlookers and failed hoop drops, Lucy gave up. Her heart pounded in her chest, as desperate as she was to escape her body. She sat on an empty seat, the cold air around her new vagina reminding her to close her legs.

*Brinng* The familiar? sound of her iPhone vibrating against her… bra! Lucy placed a tentative hand inside her blouse, feeling an iPhone tucked away against her chest. Pulling it out, she was greeted by a rose gold iPhone clad in a neon pink case.

“T-this isn’t my phone,” She muttered; it was a trivial thing compared to her body, but it was another piece of her identity robbed by a hunk of pink plastic. She clicked the power button, and to her shock, the face ID automatically unlocked the device.

She was greeted by a barrage of notifications from Instagram, TikTok, and IMessage.

“Lucy u look so good in that skirt!!!!”

“Yo u down to go to brad’s party Friday?”

“Hey babe, come over after school today?”

Lucy explored her phone, every app another painful reminder of her new life. She was Lucy, your average semi-popular high school girl. C student, no idea how to do anything with tech beyond the most basic tasks, on the cheerleading squad, and currently pining after some guy.

*Ding*

Lucy’s downward spiral was interrupted by the announcement that she had reached the end of the line. She walked out of the subway like a lifeless automaton; one manicured hand holding her new phone, the other her only chance of escaping this torture. She was utterly

hopeless, stuck as a sickeningly girly girl with only a group of nameless girls knowing the truth.