Crossdressing Stories - TG TF Story - Price Of Popularity
Published on Dec 21, 2024 by Tohka Crow
Jake sat alone on a park bench, his black t-shirt and jeans making him look as unremarkable as he felt. The park was alive with laughter and chatter—couples holding hands, kids playing tag, groups of friends sprawled out on the grass. Everyone seemed to belong somewhere. Everyone but him.
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He watched a guy toss an arm around his girlfriend, making her giggle like he was the funniest person alive. Another group passed by, snapping selfies and teasing each other. Jake sighed, his gaze dropping to the ground.
“I just wish I was more popular,” he mumbled to himself.
“Looks like someone’s in need,” a mischievous voice chimed.
Jake’s head jerked up, but no one was there. Before he could make sense of it, a faint shimmer of light appeared in front of him, growing brighter. Out of the glow emerged a tiny, winged figure—a fairy, her eyes sparkling with mischief. No one else seemed to notice her as she hovered in front of him.
“You want to be noticed, huh? Popular? Oh, I can fix that,” she said with a sly grin, waving her hands. A swirl of glittering energy surrounded Jake before he could even react.
“Wha—” was all he managed to say before the fairy snapped her fingers, and the light vanished as quickly as it had come. Jake blinked, his heart racing. The fairy was gone. Everything looked the same, but somehow… it didn’t feel like it was.
Jake rubbed his eyes, his heart pounding. “A fairy? No way. That didn’t just happen.” He looked around, hoping for some sign of normalcy, but everything seemed the same. People strolled by, completely unaware of the bizarre moment that just unfolded.
Then, it hit him—a strange warmth in his chest. It started faint, like a flicker of heat, but quickly grew into a tingling sensation that made him squirm. He looked down, his hand resting on his chest. “What the…” he murmured. The black fabric of his t-shirt was stretching, the seams pulling tighter. Beneath his hand, his chest was swelling, soft and full, pushing against the confines of his shirt.
Jake’s breath hitched. “This isn’t possible,” he whispered, clutching at his chest as it continued to grow. He felt the weight, the unfamiliar softness. His hands trembled as he pulled at his shirt, trying to make sense of it. But it wasn’t just his chest. The warmth was spreading, sliding down his torso like liquid fire.
His hips jerked suddenly, a sharp pressure forcing him to stand up. He staggered, gripping the bench for balance. The waistband of his jeans tightened painfully as his hips widened, curving outward into a shape that was unmistakably feminine. He stumbled back a step, his legs trembling. They felt different—smoother, slimmer, but with a strength that sent an odd shiver through him.
“What is happening?” Jake gasped, his voice higher-pitched than he remembered. He froze. That wasn’t his voice. It was lighter, softer, and undeniably… girly. He reached up, his hands flying to his throat, but he stopped short when his fingers brushed his hair.
His hair—what had been a short, messy mop—was now long, thick, and silky. He grabbed at it, pulling the strands in front of his face. The chestnut brown locks shimmered in the sunlight, cascading over his shoulders in waves. Jake’s hands flew to his face, feeling the changes there too. His jawline was softer, his cheekbones higher, and his lips fuller. His features were delicate, his skin impossibly smooth. His fingers trembled as they traced the unfamiliar shape of his face.
He stumbled toward the fountain, his legs feeling unsteady beneath him. The jeans that had once fit perfectly now clung tightly to his shapely hips and thighs. He dropped to his knees at the fountain’s edge, staring into the rippling water.
“No… this isn’t real,” he whispered, his voice trembling. But the reflection staring back at him said otherwise. It wasn’t Jake. It was a woman. Her wide, shocked eyes mirrored his panic, her glossy hair spilling over her shoulders. She looked beautiful, her features elegant, her body curvy and undeniably feminine. Jake blinked, but the reflection didn’t change.
“This has to be a dream,” he said, gripping the edge of the fountain. His slender fingers looked foreign to him, their delicate shape making his words feel even more surreal. He pressed his hands against his chest, feeling the unfamiliar weight there. The warmth was fading now, but it had left its mark.
Jake sat back on his heels, his mind racing. He looked down at himself, his transformed body, the clothes that no longer fit quite right. “The fairy…” he muttered, his voice barely audible. “She… she did this.”
He sat frozen for a long moment, the breeze brushing through his long hair, the sound of the park around him almost mocking his disbelief. For the first time in his life, Jake had been noticed—but in a way he could never have imagined.
Jake was still staring at his reflection in the fountain, his thoughts racing, when a shadow fell over him.
“Hey,” a smooth voice said. Jake looked up to see a tall, confident man smiling at him. “You okay? You look a little lost.”
“I—I’m fine,” Jake stammered, startled by the soft, unfamiliar tone of his own voice.
The man chuckled, his eyes lingering. “Well, you’re more than fine. You’re stunning. What’s your name?”
Jake’s breath caught. Stunning? His chest tightened as he realized what was happening. This man was hitting on him. His mind raced back to the words he’d mumbled earlier: I just wish I was more popular.
The weight of the realization hit him like a freight train. He wasn’t invisible anymore. He was noticed. Popular, even. But not at all in the way he’d imagined. His cheeks flushed as panic bubbled inside him.
“I… uh…” Jake stumbled over his words, frozen in place, the man’s smile unwavering.
