Love Amongst the Starlight (Revue Starlight Group TG)

Harry was bored out of his mind, robotically repeating the lines he had rehearsed to his co-star in front of the audience. The performance of the play Starlight had been decided by Ken, and to his annoyance, most of the trope had agreed! He still had no idea why he had bothered! He always found the play overrated to begin with...

Still they all went forth, hoping that a play popular with girls performed by men would help attract a good audience, even if most of their hearts weren't really in it. Jamie was doing the narration next, walking onto stage with a sigh, straightening himself up with an impressive amount of professionalism as he read his lines... looking slightly red?

Then, something happened that nobody else seemed to notice. He shrank. A lot.

Harry gaped. 

He was thankful that the lights weren't focused on him as Jamie shuddered, his limbs seeming thinner, his outfit turning silky and flowing. Glasses came into existence over a shrinking nose, his fellow actor moving them up instinctively to frame his cute face as he stammered for a moment, almost losing focus.

"M-main... role? Got to... aim for..." he stammered, nobody else seeming to react to the fact he just went off script, running one hand down his curves while groping a breast with the other. "Y-Yessssssssssss I can... I can makeeeeeeeee itttttt, I-I..."

There was a pop and the new girl straightened with a start, blushing as she quickly finished her line and went off stage with gentle, professional steps. The only thing more shocking was that nobody commented on what had just happened. Harry simply blinked dumbly, a strange thought crossing his mind.

At least Junna was keeping it together... she was the only girl in the group after all.

Hang on, what?

Junna? Who on earth was that? Strange thoughts of this cute Japanese girl filled his mind, along with recited quotes from authors and actors she often gave when studying together. It was like she had always been there, but she hadn't! What the hell was going on? He looked around in shock, everyone continuing to not comment and go about their roles as normal! What was this!? How was he the only person noticing anything?

He was whisked away backstage as his mind raced. At least this was one of his rare scenes not onstage; playing one of the leads was demanding and all, that gave him time to think this over…

“Maybe I was just seeing things from stress? I’ve been rehearsing a ton and all…”

"Hey Harry?" Another member of the troupe walked up to him. He wasn’t as much of an  actor as the rest of them, mainly managing everything behind the scenes during the shows. "Did you see... anything strange just now?"

"Yeah! Did you see it too Nate?" 

"Yeah Jamie just... turned into a girl? I think? Are the guys playing a prank on us or something? Tom just looked at me funny when I asked him before he went on stage... I even tried talking to the girl but she just... smiled at me weirdly! She is kinda hot though..."

Harry wanted to believe that it was all just a trick, but it just seemed so real and... it couldn't just be a prank right? "I... well I don't know what else it could..." he began before freezing. "Um. Nate, the fuck is up with your hair?"

"Huh?" He blinked, tilting his head as the banana-like side tails swayed happily. "What do you mean? My hair's always been like this!"

Then he grew, his now very slender legs extending as the fabric tore away to reveal them in all their glory. 

Harry's throat grew dry. It was happening again.

"Hey! Why are you being so quiet? This is... ngh... i-important?" He shuddered, turning red. "U-Um give me a sec... f-feel kind of funny..."

He ran his hands across his gut, shivering in wild bliss as all the unneeded fat within it just melted away, a wide, almost crazed grin forming on his softening face. Harry took a step back, wanting to say something, anything that could stop this, but once more found himself lost for words. Not helping matters was that Nate didn't seem alarmed at all! In fact he was... moaning?

"KYAH~! Mmmmmmmmmmmmm~? G-got to... make the show b-better... hold onto this b-beautifull moment?" He drooled, his hair turning lighter as he clenched his expanding thighs, squealing from bliss as the bulge between squished away with a moist pop and eager shriek. 

Just like what had happened to Juuna, Nate had transformed into a girl right before his eyes, a tall, blushing stagehand with a strange banana-like hair style. She should have been unfamiliar to him, but like it or not, he knew her; the troupe’s devoted stagehand, girlfriend to Junna, and only other girl in their otherwise male group.

"Oh hey Harry!" Nana beamed. "Didn't see ya there! Sorry, I kinda spaced out for a minute!"

"I-It's fine!" He replied way too quickly, scared that one wrong move might lead him to meet the same fate as his colleagues. "You... didn't see anything strange happening onstage right?"

"Huh? Not really... did you spot anything odd? I thought the show was going really well..."

"Nope! Nothing at all! Was probably just seeing things from the stress! Anyways, I need to get ready for the next scene! See you!" he stammered before speed walking away, now unable to deny that something was very wrong.

In his panic a theory came to mind; was everyone that witnessed what was happening changed next? But what the hell did that mean? Why was he stuck watching all this!? Was something going to happen to him eventually? He had to figure out what was happening, and fast! Maybe he could still undo this somehow?

"Chris I told you, quit stepping on my lines already!"

"Fuck off Tom! You know I'm the best actor in the troupe, so stop embarrassing yourself! Comparing yourself to me! Ha!"

"Do you want me to punch that ‘future award winning’ face of yours, bastard!?"

"As if you have the guts!"

Harry cursed his luck, having turned the corner to find Chris and Tom, the two most infamous actors in the troupe, mainly due to their constant arguing and attempts to one up the other even at the cost of the performance itself. Thankfully they seemed to have put it behind them the best they could a few weeks back, although it was clear it was an arrangement that couldn't last, and it was just his luck that it boiled over at the worst possible moment.

He went to call out to them, only to freeze, realising he was already too late as their rough hair began to lengthen in huge silky chunks, their rage-filled faces softening in more ways than one as clothes adjusted to fit their shrinking and curving bodies...

"Oh, but I have all the g-guts in the world! All the... confidence to prove to you why...?" Tom managed to force out, breathing heavily as the two rivals grew closer and closer

"Pff. Merci Tendo Ma-? I mean! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh~ thanks to that shocking display of acting, I will finally claim my rightful place at the top star of the production! I... I... I'm?"

"Nothing but hot air as always Claudine~." The now taller Tom smirked, whispering the name with a mixture of venom and arousal in a clearly feminine voice, soft breasts rising to meet Chris's blossoming set as both boys shuddered and panted.

"W-we both know I'm the brightest star on the stage~. The most beautiful, the most eye-catching, if anything you should know with h-hohhhhhhhhhhhw much you stare~!"

Claudine shuddered, her thighs and hips cracking out in sync with her rival’s, their cocks awkwardly pressing together as they groaned in confusion. Harry watched their minds scramble, their awkwardly male faces softening, long eyelashes fluttering as they looked down at the others plumping lips.

"Oh Tendo Maya~. If you truly thought that, you wouldn't spend so much of the show observing me, would you? The truth is you know that I'm better than you~. And it d-drives you C-CRAHHHHHHHHHH YESYESOUIOUIOUIIIIIII~!" she wailed, Maya similarly screaming her heart out as their crotches inverted in unison.

Harry shuddered, already "remembering" the troupe having a more balanced gender selection in its membership than before, the constant insulting from the duo's past selves now accompanied by an equal amount of making out. In fact, he could recall some shouting matches in rehearsals being stopped since they devolved to them making out in front of everyone else!

Not that it mattered though; once he figured out why this was happening he could turn... shit. He couldn't remember what Maya and Claudine were called before! This was getting worse!

He dashed past them without the girls even noticing him there, clutching each other by the chin and smiling, the rival girlfriends lost in their lover’s beauty for a moment before the playful arguments resumed like nothing happened... until they were needed onstage of course.

It wasn't long until he had to go on stage himself, cursing the timing as he wondered if he could convince the others to stop the show somehow. It couldn't be that hard! If he remembered correctly then Fred would have just gotten off stage, maybe he could sort something out with him?

He dashed to the edge of backstage, straightening his outfit instinctively as he waited for Fred to arrive. But before he could even think what to tell him, he became aware of strangely high-pitched noises as his co-star staggered backstage, although he was almost completely unrecognisable, only his face allowing him to tell who he used to be.

But even then that was washed away in a second, his clothes turning white and flowing for his melting down body, his muscles long since compressed to smaller, girly forms as his hair burst out in waves of pink.

"GAH? HMMM~!? F-FUCK~!" he wailed. "G-GOT TO STOP THINKING OF KAORUKO WHEN I'M- MMMMMMMM YESSSSS~!"

With a surge of fat in his chest and a pop between his legs, Futaba was finished, shuddering happily at thoughts of her own girlfriend, a girlfriend that Harry was also starting to remember, in sync with the lines coming from stage getting cut off by pauses, as if their reader was fighting the urge to stay awake...

"Harry, what are you doing standing there! You're on!" Futaba scowled, pushing the boy back onstage before he could react. "Knock Kaoruko a bit when you go over too! She needs to be awake for this!"

With the audience's eyes on him, Harry had no choice but move forward to his position for the next scene of the play. He spared a look at the dozing off Kevin, his blueing hair falling down in front of his eyes as his face got cuter by the second. He had to remind himself that she was taken by Futaba when he noticed the hefty tits swelling forth and straining against the tight fitting shirt... before reminding himself that no matter how hot she was becoming, she still used to be his friend!

But still, she only seemed to get hotter the closer he came, thick thighs clenching as they inflated outwards, joined by a plump, bouncy rear that he couldn't help but stare at. Kevin was muttering in his sleep, giving a cat-like smug grin as his confused self-argument turned to ordering Futaba around, the expanding thighs tightening on his cock further, his sleep-talking soon breaking into eager moans of delight.

By the time he was behind her, she was more Kaoruko than ever, Harry's push on her back to wake her up sending it falling into an arch, her shoulders similarly crashing down as she awoke with an eager squeal. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes, glaring at him as he walked past, the look so familiar Harry doubted that anyone else could have possibly been in the troupe as she posed and performed her next line, the exact contents going unheard as his mind raced.

He just had no idea why people couldn't fight it! They were turning into girls! It surely couldn't feel that good! It should be easy for him to resist it, after all he could see all the changes! If anything he was the most likely to stop it from consuming him! For sure!

Despite his confidence, even he was starting to panic at the realisation there were only three boys left in what had begun as an all male performing group, a number that was rapidly falling with each change. He prepared himself for the smallest sign of the changes striking him, but was distracted by another happy scream from the next narrator.

It was Marty, and his changes were more brutal than any thus far, the force changing them seemingly having enough of the men left in the performance. His frame popped and snapped into place, his eyes widened and sparkled with wonder, long hair flowing downwards as his ass and chest swelled and cock popped.

In moments Harry found himself unable to recall a thing about the former boy other than her new life, a country girl who loved performing just like the rest of them. A girl he... he had a rivalry with? Over something... someone important?

He was getting a headache just trying to recall what could have caused something like that, but nothing came up. Shit, was it part of the new life then? He had to ignore it then, he knew it, but the thought gnawed away at him, making him feel oddly... excited as he approached the top of the staircase prop alongside his co-star. He wasn't sure why though. This show was stupid anyways... even if it meant a lot to Kar- Ken...

He shivered, doing his best to stay focused now that his heart was racing a mile a minute. Was this stage fright? Why the hell would he be afraid? He’d practised this show a hundred times! And if those changes struck him, he would just fight them! After all, he had the most time to prepare! He was totally safe; besides, why would he want to be a dumb girl anyways!?

Yeah, the thought was stupid anyways! Sure girls were kinda cute... he frowned, his tiny face looking confused as black hair cascaded down his back, tiny hands shaking. What was up with him? Had the changes already started? But he felt exactly the same? He must just be imagining things; he'd notice for sure when the changes started though, so he’d better keep an eye out!

Harry remained confident even as he reached the top of the prop, even smiling smugly once he turned to see his co-star, only for the feeling to fade away. He hadn't even noticed Ken was in the process of changing, his body suddenly burning as he stared into the warm, orange eyes of Karen.

She was cute. Oh fuck she was pretty. She was burning and shining with the stars and-

"Hikari?" she whispered. "Are you alright?"

Holy fuck, holy shit no, she c-couldn't. She couldn't call her that! Harry moaned, the changes he was so confident he could fight revealing they had already begun to remould him into the stage girl he was destined to become. He was suddenly aware of his cute face, long hair, slim limbs and especially the swelling in his chest.

"W-wait! S-stop! No~! NOOOOOOOOOHHHHH~!" he wailed, clutching his head as his tits surged forth, flooding his body with both feminine bliss and an onslaught of new invading memories. Karen stared at her, stared with those big cute eyes, smiling with that awful, adorable grin, dressed in that dumb skirt and top that showed her everything she wanted to see!

"I-IT'S NOT FAIR~! I D-DON'T- I CAN'T-" She started and stopped, squealing as her rear and hips expanded, her mind swirling and reeling from memories of Japan and England, of performing, of Karen. Her childhood friend, a-and the promise they had made to perform this play together as the leads. The promise she was fulfilling right now!

It was this promise that was Harry's doom, the final boy of his troupe shuddering as the woman called Hikari Kaguya purged him from his own mind, just in time to savour the wonderful, unrivalled euphoria of her cock's inversion. She bit her lip to stop her moan, but couldn't help but go off script further, her brain bursting with love, pleasure, everything that made her who she was! 

So she kissed Karen before she could say a word.

It was supposed to be before the lovers parted forever, but Hikari simply couldn't help herself, too overwhelmed by feelings for her long-time crush to care about the performance, a rare crack in her usually composed behaviour. The other girls just seemed to roll with it, in fact some of them had the nerve to smirk like they knew this was coming, reading out some new narration and everything!

Did they set this up!? Dammit, she should have known they went with Karen's suggestion way too easily! Was this an excuse to just get them together? It was also way too premature to do this too! Karen probably would call her weird anyway-

She turned red as Karen gently pecked her on the cheek.

"I always knew our Starlight would be special Hikari-chan~."

"I-I... um... so is that a yes to wanting to date me maybe?" she muttered, her face red.

"Duh! The troupe has been planning this for weeks! Granted I was supposed to be the one who kissed you, but meh, details!"

"C-couldn't you have just done this at a normal time Karenitwit?"

Karen tilted her head. "Nah, Starlight is important to us! There was no better time to do this!"

"Who knew you were such a romantic..." Hikari flushed, "and so dumb! We're in front of an audience!"

"Oh." She blinked. "Do we kiss again then?"

So the performance of Starlight finally came to an end and the new couple strolled down to meet their friends and fellow performers. Hikari found herself feeling... at peace. As if the weight of something terrible had been lifted from her shoulders, though what it was she didn't know. What she did know was as long as she was here, with this troupe, with her friends, with Karen, she was ready for whatever the stage could throw at them~.