Paranormal Perfecting (Renko Usami TG)

“Come on Max! This is stupid!” Francis groaned to himself as he followed his friend towards the decrepit-looking building. “Can’t we look around the shops again? Maybe check some arcades or something?”

“Where’s your sense of adventure? You heard the gossip about this place! If we’re ever going to see some ghosts, it has to be here!” Max answered with determination, Francis only sighing as he accepted that he had no chance of getting through to him.

Despite being used to his long-time friend's fascination with the supernatural by now, Francis had hoped the joint trip to Japan would have given him a small break from being dragged to whatever excursions he became determined to go on. Back home in America he had been forced to take part in all sorts of exportations of long-abandoned cinemas, shopping malls, even office buildings that his friend was convinced secretly harboured supernatural forces.

While he did have to admit that it was admirable that Max still believed so strongly in ghosts, he did also wish he was content with watching YouTube videos of hauntings as opposed to checking everything out himself...

It was during the two friends' trip to Japan that they caught wind of a mysterious manor that was just one bus ride away from where they were staying. According to rumours and local legends, it once belonged to a family of vampires and as such remained steeped in and linked to the supernatural even so many centuries later.

Safe to say, no matter how much Francis tried to persuade him otherwise, on the day before their flight back, instead of doing something normal, the duo were now investigating yet another “haunted” location.

“God, you’re lucky I keep going with you to these places!” Francis sighed. “Somebody needs to bail you out if something goes wrong.”

“Oh come on Francis! I don’t need you to save me from the ghosts!”

“I meant if you annoyed the locals obviously! How would I even... it doesn’t matter.” Francis groaned. “Anyways, we’re here!”

It had taken one bus ride to a nearby village and a quick walk for the duo to at last reach the manor, and it was clear from a quick glance just how it had gained such a reputation. Every window was smashed, the front door was hanging off its hinge, and a quick look inside revealed it to be filled with cobwebs, old paintings askew on the walls as Francis shuddered.

“Oh wow, this place is great!” Max smiled as usual, sharing none of his friend’s apprehension. “It’s so gothic and totally haunted, right Francis?”

“Yeah... it’s something!” He laughed nervously, something about the mansion putting him on edge already, his hair standing on end. He internally cursed the woman that had explained the history of the mansion to them back in the city. She'd done way too good of a job hyping this place up. Although this place looking more European than Japanese was certainly confusing…

“I can’t believe there’s so much cool stuff here too!” Max beamed, heading towards a nearby painting and admiring it. “How come nobody’s taken this stuff already?”

“Weren’t you listening? Everyone here thinks the old owners will curse them for trespassing here or something,” Francis sighed. “They really believe that vampires owned this place... they were probably just shut-ins!”

“Come on, don’t take the fun out of it!” Max objected. “Ok, here’s the plan. This place is huge, and as a paranormal researcher it is of the utmost importance we record everything here for further analysis! Therefore I propose we split up!”

“Right... since that never goes badly for anybody in horror movies.”

“Oh, now the sceptic is concerned about there being ghosts here?” 

“Fine, fine... what do you propose we do in the event we actually do find something?” Francis asked, doing his best to calm his surprisingly frantic heartbeat. Why was he so worried here?

Max thought for a moment, checking his phone idly until he found what he was looking for. “You can just ring me I guess. Didn’t expect us to be able to get a signal in here!”

“Seriously?” Francis blinked, a quick check of his own mobile confirming the same. “I guess we’re picking up wi-fi from somewhere else? But how is it...”

“Lucky us I guess!” Max beamed, unintentionally breaking his friend's train of thought. “I’ll take the left half and you can look at the right! Call me if you find anything!”

With that he was off, Francis sighing once more as he set off into the right hallway, only hoping it wouldn’t take too long until his friend grew bored enough to return. If he was lucky the day wouldn’t have been a total waste...

What Francis didn’t realise was that the manor was different from the other places he had been dragged to in the past. He was shivering not from what he had been told, but what he could feel, mainly the eyes of countless ghosts, invisible to mere humans, having been glaring at them since they had arrived.

Their vision was entirely focused on the unwelcome visitors to their domain, the first trespassers who had dared to set foot in the manor for centuries. As such, it was the most entertainment the restless spirits had seen in ages, the large group soon splitting up to follow each intruder.

In the past, they would have simply observed, but with centuries of pent-up boredom there was no way they would let an occasion like this pass them by. As Francis made his way down the hallway, more concerned about his friend than investigating, he grew increasingly surrounded by unseen, circling spirits.

"Stupid Max... next time we go somewhere I'll take him far away from gossip!" he grumbled, peeking into an old dining room which, surprise surprise, was also empty. "Does he really expect to find anything here?"

SLAM!

Francis yelped in shock, a door on the other side of the room suddenly slamming open with a gust of wind from an open window, the man jumping back as something flew from the darkness towards his feet. For a moment he assumed it was a bat, but the truth was far more unassuming, Francis rolling his eyes at how skittish he was acting as he picked up the ribbon-topped black hat.

It was in surprisingly good condition for being in the manor for so long, almost brand new, Francis humming to himself as he ran a finger across the brim, something about it seeming oddly appealing. The place was abandoned after all... and it would be nice to get something from the experience.

With that thought, and without giving it the critical consideration it needed, Francis plopped the hat on his head, unknowingly dooming himself to the will of the restless souls around him. The headgear was enchanted by their spiritual powers, spreading the influence to anything it touched...  such as his body. He was helpless to resist the subtle need it gave any mortal that saw it, and was none the wiser that the gust of wind that had brought it to him was far from a random act of nature.

The ghosts cackled at the human's foolishness, sprinkles of dust starting to fall from the hat as they debated what to do with their newfound power. It was easier to list what they couldn't do with him now, leaving them with so many choices it was almost overwhelming!

It was then Francis unknowingly put the next nail in his own coffin, the strange dust brushing against his flesh making him feel oddly aroused, bringing all sorts of thoughts to mind. He had truthfully hoped to see some cute girls on his vacation, maybe even getting to know someone, but unfortunately he hadn't gotten the chance with his friend being so supernaturally obsessed.

While his mind swirled with regret and annoyance, the spirits became aware of a certain image, a female figure born from his own fantasies, combining his every type into a perfect dream girl that would forever be out of reach.

Well, forever until they came in~. The ghosts weren’t monsters after all, so it wouldn’t hurt to do a rare good deed… one that would give the trespasser exactly what he wanted.

With their goal in place, the changes to Francis's form started right away, a pleasant tingle washing over his flesh as his body hair was torn away, leaving only flawlessly smooth skin behind. He shuddered in appreciation, his face flushing as each movement sent more strange feelings rushing through him, the man biting his lip to stop himself from moaning.

"G-Gah… I shouldn't be..." he muttered, finding his dream girl strangely on his mind as he gasped for breath, glad that Max wasn't here to see his erection. "I h-have to stay focused!"

To his credit, he respected his friend’s wishes enough to keep going in his search, checking old wardrobes, bedrooms, even taking a photo of an especially ruined-looking room for his friend to analyse later. But he was certainly unfocused as he did them, blushing and gasping as he hugged himself, the feelings of confusion, arousal and on-edgeness combining into a strange, hellish combo.

All the while, his hair buzzed in bliss, the rough texture gradually overwritten to become flawlessly smooth to the touch, free of past imperfections. The brown locks shined as they flowed down slightly, his hair now better cared for than it had ever been before in Francis’s life; in fact the man swore he could suddenly smell something new in the dusty mansion air that certainly wasn't there before. It was a nice, rosy scent, something about it putting him at ease, but also strangely familiar to him.

"Is that... girl’s shampoo?" He blinked, the strange thought somehow the only thing that came to mind once he caught wind of the nice scent, his expression dumbfounded for a moment until his shocked brain rationalised the confusion. "Oh right, Max said he got one cheap. Not like it matters what gender it's marketed towards anyways..."

He should have left the thought there, but his mind soon went on another path; what if it was something here? Maybe the sign of a ghost!

“Huh? Of course it isn’t... why would I…?” He blinked and shook his head. “God, I’ve been listening to Max too much...”

It was such a stupid hunch, just like the reaches his friend kept making, certainly not worth calling him about. With that insane idea rightfully dismissed he resumed his search, paying a little more attention to his surroundings than before. Just in case of course; it wasn't like he was excited or anything...

But each step he took was also taking him deeper into the spirits' hold, the ghosts' uproarious laughter only heard as faint echoes on a gentle breeze. They were digging their fingers into his clothes, Francis shuddering from the sudden cold as his jacket and pants were pulled away, a confused yelp leaving his lips moments before his head strung with vertigo.

He grabbed his head and groaned, blinking dumbly as he shivered. Why hadn’t he worn a coat today!? And putting shorts on to boot? Did he expect this place to have heating or something? Francis’s dick throbbed happily in his exposed underwear that his pleasure-addled mind saw as shorts, but even the boxers’ current form wasn’t set, the hands of the ghosts tearing and pulling at the fabric, removing ribbons worth of material from the softening, shrinking clothes.

“C-Come on! Stay foc- OHHHHHH~?” Francis let out a blissful cry as his shrinking underwear grew tighter on his sensitive manhood, crushing it with silky soft fabric. “Mmmmmm~!!!! No, stay fohhhhhh- stay FOOOOOO~!!!!!”

He blubbered, aware that something about the sudden pleasure was awfully wrong, but far too concerned with indulging himself in it to care. His thighs clenched around his throbbing, panty-covered manhood, one ghost taking it upon themself to rub its nimble fingers across his neck.

It was playing it like a musical instrument, laughing mischievously as it pressed the Adam’s Apple up and down, Francis’s moans rapidly shifting in pitch between masculine and femininity. As that was happening, another ghost unbuttoned Francis’s shirt, gently applying the fabric from his boxers that had been gracefully sowed into a white bra.

To finish, as the dazed man stepped forward, one ghost quickly pulled up an old black skirt, leaving him dressed in what was obviously feminine clothing. He looked absurd trying to fit in it, especially with the empty space of his bra, the sight serving only as entertainment for the attention-starved spirits.

All Francis could think was how nice and comfy his clothes suddenly felt, a dazed smile forming on his face as a final press brought a definitive end to his Adam’s Apple. A girly, melodic squeak slipped free as he hugged himself, a degree of awareness slowly returning to him.

“W-Wow, that felt... nice!” He smiled, the sweet, girly voice torn right from his fantasies. “I guess this is why breaks are important! Guess I have to listen to Max sometimes...”

He rolled back his shoulders, squeaking in surprise as a sudden push sent them crashing down into girly arches. “Hah~! Hehe... g-guess I must have been tired? I can get pretty grumpy and all..”

The idea of him being grumpy seemed kinda strange though. Hadn’t he been dragged here by Max? Then again, it wasn’t like he minded looking around these kinds of places that much...

The change in his thinking was reflected as he entered the next room of his search not with a reluctant walk but with peppy hops, Francis unable to stop a smile from filling his face as he admired the mansion’s old dining room.

He took a few snaps on his phone, his body vibrating in barely contained excitement; what would they be able to find when they analysed these? With all the local legends there surely had to be something here! There was no way that Max would bother him with this lame, but also kinda exciting supernatural stuff!

Francis stepped forward in glee, only to cry out in shock as he stumbled over one of the invisible spirits, another shoving him in the back hard as he fell to the floor. He would have noticed the slight pain more if it wasn't for the feeling left behind in his spine, his whole body convulsing happily as it collapsed inwards with a loud CRUNCH.

An eager squeal slipped free as his hands scrambled, his rear and chest pushed outwards due to the introduction of a feminine curve, eyes wet with tears as his fingers traced the unfamiliar arch. That wasn't all though, some ghosts were soon upon him like fish to bait, their hands massaging his sides, clutching his body as he snorted and giggled in his adorable, girly voice.

"O-Oh~! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh~! S-Something is- hehe! I feel f-funny~! HA~! I-IT TICKLES! F-Feels so nice! C-Could this be a G-GHOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH~!?" His stream of consciousness was so unfocused he ended up voicing it all aloud, squeaking happily as his sides were pushed inwards, forcing his bones into slimmer shapes.

There was a vague sense of worry, of something being wrong, but whatever it was remained just out of reach, Francis more focused on wriggling happily as he was gifted alluring, feminine curves. They weren't too deep, but remained certainly noticeable. In other words, perfect.

Of course, all the while he was grinding his shaft against the creaking floorboards, all sense of self control seeming to vanish from the increasingly happy boy as he lost himself in the ghostly thrill of pleasure. In the end he came, filled with so much bliss he swore his pupils would turn into hearts, the spirits around him cackling as the man blew his virgin mind.

He wasn't just ejecting cum though, but also something more abstract, his writhing form starting to shrink, his legs retreating under the skirt as it went from thigh to knee-length in a matter of seconds. Yet despite the fact that inches of height had been torn away from him, the changes still escaped his notice, Francis left completely spent from the depths of pleasure he had been subjected too.

At the very least it was starting to calm down now that he had relieved himself from the bliss, his barely exposed knees shaking as the dazed boy got to his feet, wobbling from the vertigo that came from the drastic shrinking. He clutched his head and groaned softly, absentmindedly stroking one of his newfound curves and biting his lip happily.

"O-Ohhhhhhhhh o-oops! Should have looked where I was going more! H-Heh..." He flushed, his mind not noticing anything out of the ordinary about his unusual arousal. "W-Wouldn't want the ghosts to see my panties or anything..."

He blinked, shaking his head. "W-Wait, I wouldn't since there aren't any ghosts! Why would they... mmmm????"

His mind was a mess, the ghosts stirring it into a pleasured soup that consistently turned any semblance of logic around like it was lost in a maze. But still the feeling of wrongness remained; why had he been so horny again? And was he crazy or was everything... bigger?

"M-Maybe I should phone Mar- Max!" he thought aloud, looking down at his phone before shaking his head. "No, I can't tell him! Aw, but I could make him blush if I call him shorty again! Besides, if I say I got horny looking for ghosts, he'll just use that against me next time I drag... wait no he drags me with him right… I… I don’t?"

His thoughts swirled wildly before the ghosts intervened, taking action before his confused mind could realise anything further. Francis squeaked in pleasured surprise as he felt a sensation that resembled squeezing on his thighs, his eyes growing unfocused as his fists clenched hard.

His cock sprung back into action, already dripping precum as more hands soon joined in squeezing his annoyingly flat thighs, kneading them into action as his face turned bright red.

"A-Already?" He flinched as his cock grew harder from the sound of his own feminine voice. "B-But I can't be horny again so- oh. Oh~! OH G-GOOOOOODDDDDD~!!!!!"

It defied all logic, but his thighs were expanding, rising with plush fat in response to the touch, his cries growing more desperate and overwhelmed by the second with each surge of mass. It was as if he was lost in a dream, his mind led along with hardly even a struggle to resist it all, his ever-growing thighs happily pressing together as they brushed against his terribly horny shaft.

He cooed and shuddered, barely able to contain his delight as he fell deeper into the addictive pleasure of it all, internally wishing that the pleasure would last forever. It took only seconds until he found himself with a set of squishy, thick, pillowly thighs, filled with feminine heft as they grew larger and larger.

By the time they were fully grown he was a blubbering mess, a dazed grin on his face as his dazed mind attempted to regain some kind of focus. He instinctively squeezed his thighs, his eyes rolling into his skull as he instantly became aware of how heavy and bouncy they felt. Was he just imagining things? He lowered a hand to grope one, moaning as his arousal grew higher, part of his mind surprised by just how much fat there was to grope. But even despite this experience, the influence of the spirits prevented him from reaching the truth, his mind concerned with other issues in its place.

W-What... what was he doing again? It was so hard to focus on everything... so couldn't he just stay here and pleasure himself for a little bit? The thought was tempting but... the spirits! They would be watching him! But they didn’t exist! He was so sure! But what if they did and-

"F-Fuck! GAH~! GAWD! My head!" he swore, everything he thought he knew seeming so uncertain as facts flip-flopped every minute; maybe he shouldn't have dragged his friend here on such a whim?

"No! I know there's ghosts here! I k-knoooohhhhhhhhw it~!" he moaned, gasping as his clenching hands shook, the ghosts cupping them with their own. As the phantom grip grew tighter, cracks and pops began to echo from them, the spirits draining them of their past broadness as they shrunk into cute, dainty fists, while his hard-earned muscle melted away and reformed into lithe, slender limbs.

The sheer girlyness of his form was growing increasingly hard to ignore, but thanks to the will of the ghosts Francis continued to remain oblivious, groaning in conflict as his cock throbbed in growing need. He blushed, each husky breath making his knees wobble further, his nipples awkwardly brushing against the empty cups of his bra, the spirits leaning in, eager to see if their toy would at last give in to his baser urges.

It only made it all the more satisfying to watch as his hand travelled downwards, slipping under the long, soft skirt and hovering over his stretched-out panties. He took the plunge with an eager moan, stroking his shaft with his soft, girly hands, unknowingly indulging himself with torrents of feminine sensations.

His face scrunched up in bliss, his moans slipping out in breathless gasps, his eyes wet with tears as Francis was filled with the most wonderful bliss of his life. He knew that he never wanted it to end, so intoxicated by it he didn't realise a ghost was influencing his strokes, guiding his fingers to his balls, which started to push down on the annoying things without hesitation.

Even if he did realize what he was doing, the increase in pleasure each little push gave meant he certainly wouldn't complain. Every push unknowingly brought his balls closer to oblivion, some eager ghosts even helping some of his shoves with their own hands, Francis's mind brought to the brink of bliss until one wrong poke brought him over the edge.

SLURK SLURK

"OH- OH FUCK OH MY GAWDDDDDDDDDD OH FUCKKKKKK~!!!!!!" he wailed as his balls inverted, blooming into their feminine counterparts as his mind spun, his insides washed out with the flood of estrogen that was unleashed. He still didn't cum, but he could feel the orgasm coming at last, his gasps growing more and more desperate, he was so close! Any moment now h-he he was finally going to-

RING RING

The harsh ringing of his phone broke Francis from his pleasured daze with a flustered squeak, denying the orgasm he craved so much as his hands scrambled for his phone. He internally scolded himself for losing focus like that; if there were ghosts here he had to find them for sure now, there was no way they had missed such a lewd display in their domain!

Just before he grabbed his phone though he blinked, catching an afterglow of blue near the exit, his eyes widening and sparkling at the sight. Could it-? Was it really-?

With his embarrassment forgotten he answered Max’s call, giddy with excitement. “Max, I think I saw one! I think I saw a ghost!”

“Ugh, keep it down! If I was aware you would scream into the phone I’d have put you on speaker from the start...” A refined, feminine voice responded with a groan. “You nearly scared me half to death!” 

Francis paused, blinking as he processed the voice that had answered him. Who was calling him again? That was a girl! But equally as important was the part of him that found the feminine tones totally normal. After all, who else would be calling him?

“Francis? Oh for heaven’s sake, is your phone playing up again? Please don’t pretend the line is haunted again. We both are well aware that is not how the supernatural functions!”

“Huh? Oh sorry! Just spaced out, heh...” He giggled, already sensing his friend's glare of disapproval on the other end of the phone.

“Unbelievable. You drag us both here and aren’t even focused on finding any of the creatures you were so certain were here! We could have been having ice cream together by now! You know I am often... “down” for... wait, is that the right word?” He stammered as if the slang was poison on his lips, before recovering as if nothing happened. “I am open to using my skills to help the club, I just wish this one wasn’t so last minute!”

“Awwwww, don’t be like that!” Francis laughed. “Besides, I saw one! I told you I was right! And considering you called me, I bet you saw something too!”

“I... yes. I called you... right.” He paused, his voice wobbling in confusion. “Why did I call you?”

“Um. I don’t know! Was kinda hoping you would know, silly! Don’t tell me hearing your bestie's voice was enough to derail your train of thought!”

“Don’t be absurd! You are well aware I only call when it’s urgent! It’s just... I realised something for a moment. And it made me... scared? … something’s wrong. I think something’s wrong and we should-“

“I’ve got it!” Francis cheered, new information supernaturally forced into his brain by a nearby ghost. “Did you find a boundary?”

Even he wasn’t sure what he meant for a moment, a feeling that remained despite the new knowledge appearing in his head, things that the man had never heard of becoming common truths in an instant.

“A... b-boundary?” Max answered, his voice breathless and almost panicked. “What do you-“

“You know! With your freaky eyes!” Francis answered before he could stop himself. “The whole reason I invited you here? Other than your company of course!”

“I-I.. you… I don’t... you can’t call something as important as my power ‘freaky eyes’!” He huffed, Francis smirking, already imagining the blush that had consumed his friend's features. “What am I supposed to call you then, a human compass?”

“Hey! I’ll have you know that you are far better off with me and my power than a normal compass of all things! Anyways, if you did find a boundary I can meet you there! Then we  can see what secrets it holds! Then maybe you’ll tell me why you started talking all posh and stuff! Are you trying an accent?”

“All... posh!?” Max slowly repeated in a mixture of disbelief and annoyance. “How oblivious are you?! This is my normal speaking voice!”

Despite his conviction, Francis could hear a trace of uncertainty behind his words, something that ended up putting him on edge as well. “W-What? Pfff, don’t be stupid! I’d have remembered that and... hang on, now that I think about it… why are you making it sound high-pitched?”

“Why am I- have you heard yourself?” Max snapped back. “You're hardly sounding like the standard of masculinity yourself! Besides, I do know Japanese you know! You may as well spare me from this, your pronunciations still need work. You should have paid more attention in high school!”

That comment only confused him more. Pronunciation? What was wrong with his English? Max made it sound like he hardly used it!

"Oh what are you going on abo..." He froze, his syllables tripping over each other as they naturally shifted into a radically different language. "I mean, that-"

It happened again, Francis realising it was taking conscious effort to even speak English; he wasn't even thinking in it anymore? One by one, each thought fell to the Japanese, the sensation of thinking in a different language making his head feel like it was bursting open as he cried out in blissed shock.

All the while his phone began to glitch out, Max's suddenly alarmed shouts only coming out in short snips before the line went dead. "O-Oh fu- BZZZ- Francis- BZZZ- RIGHT NOW- BZZ- BZZ- IN MY HE- BZZZZZZ- CHANGING- BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ- KYAHHHHHHHH-"

"Max? W-What's happening... c-changing? What do you mean?! A-Answer-" He looked down at his phone, only to catch a look at himself instead. His breath hitched in his throat as the spell preventing him from noticing the changes faded. "MY CLOTHES?! M-My voice? My fucking body???"

With his heart racing he ran, subconsciously holding the hat down so it wouldn't fly off, every second alerting him to another change. His hair was too soft, his skin too smooth, and he was so tiny! Well with the exception of his thighs, which were certainly far too big compared to before, outlining the sorta nice, long skirt...

"No! I’ve got to focus! S-Something freaky is happening! I’ve got to find Max and get out of here before... oh..." He paused, flinching as he felt his cock stiffen. "N-No! I can't- need to focus!"

He couldn't bear to admit out loud that the situation was as arousing as it was terrifying, every instinct within barely stopping him from being utterly smitten with the cute, alluring voice that was leaving his lips. If Francis did admit it, he feared what else he'd be driven to do, biting his plumping lips as widening eyes glanced at an opening door surrounded by a ghostly aura.

And from inside shone a glimmer of a reflection of light from a mirror.

"I... what do I even look like now?" he whispered, his cheekbones arching inwards as he frantically looked towards the direction of his friend and the new room. "I b-bet I look really c-cute..."

Francis shook his head with a start. "NO! What am I saying?! I’ve gotta get out of here! I-I don't- d-don't want to... nghhhhhhhhhhhnoooooooooo~!"

He could deny all he wanted in his new language, but the growing bulge between his legs revealed his true feelings on the matter. He did his best to fight the urges, his rapidly changing cute face twisting into expressions of distress as he looked between his two options, his thighs rubbing together as he gasped in conflict.

If he left now, he wouldn't be able to see it! The face that this alluring, perfect voice belonged to! But Max needed him, and there was no telling what would happen if he stayed! All those thoughts raced through his mind, his fists clenching and unclenching as he hesitantly whispered, "w-well... it w-wouldn't hurt to have a quick look, right?"

Yeah, where would the harm be in that? He was just curious; he'd have a quick look at himself then hurry up and find Max before leaving the place! Just something to laugh about in the future!

With thoughts playing down the seriousness leading him on, Francis slowly entered the room, taking a few deep, calming breaths as he turned towards the mirror, already preparing himself to take a quick look before running away.

His breath caught in his throat instantly.

The ghosts behind him laughed in delight as his thoughts stopped, Francis raising a dainty hand to stroke the side of his cheek, and the girl torn from his fantasies before him copied the motion perfectly.

She was slim, curvy and tiny. A little boyish, with some short hair, but remaining feminine, her wide brown eyes shining in shock, her mouth fallen open in surprise. She was perfect, beautiful, the exact dream girl he wanted to see when visiting Japan, and he'd found her in the most unexpected place.

But she was also him. That was something he had to remind himself of as his shaking hand steadied his hat, a blush starting to cover his face as his knees wobbled. He wanted to know this girl. He wanted to talk to her and know everything about her, and look at her every day. It was the most vivid picture of his dream girl ever, and it was with a start he realised he didn't want to wake up.

His heart became a war of conflicting emotions, his breaths getting more desperate, his thighs rubbing against his twitching shaft as the ghosts looked on eagerly. The poor boy was rooted to the spot, moaning in a voice just as cute as his reflection, his eyes wet with tears as his thoughts raced with how perfect the girl was.

All the while, tendrils teased the outsides of his brain, some having dug themselves into the grey matter long ago, each ready to pump his brain full of the information and memories he craved. But... w-what would happen to him if they went in?

"I-Is that me?" he finally muttered in a daze. "I'm... I'm..."

"Pretty..."

He shuddered as if he was hit by a blow to the gut, shaking his head in alarm as the force of that word shot through his body. The girl was pretty, beautiful even! And... h-he was the girl. He was the girl he wanted to be with!

"N-No! Nooooooooooooooo I'm m-meeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!" he whined, the ghosts cackling at his conflict. "I-I DUN WANNA BE PRETTY AND HOT AND G-GIRLY AND- KYAHHHHHHH~!!!!!"

He came, his eyes spinning as he stumbled back, his ass wriggling into a mirror behind him as it gradually began to inflate outwards. Each expansion brought another ecstatic scream from his lips, the thickness of his rear growing more pronounced by the second.

His hands twitched, Francis fighting every instinct that wanted to grope it amidst his mental struggle, heavy gasps slipping from his plump lips as he looked deep into the pools of brown reflected in the mirror. He looked so pretty! So alluring! He was the girl that everyone couldn’t help but stare at and it was driving him crazy!

“AH~! HAH~! FUCK~!” he cursed, feeling pressure build in his hips, the sheer heft of his forming bubble butt forcing his hips to part wider with a painful, yet satisfying crunch. “I CAN’T- DON’T WANT, GOT TO GET HELP, GOT TOOOOOOOOO????” 

He clutched his head and let out a shuddering gasp as the world blurred around him, his head pounding as new thoughts and desires dug deep into his brain, the new thoughts of the woman he was taken by flashing before his very eyes and only tempting him further...

She was just... so much more interesting than him!

“GAHHHHHHHHH N-NOOOOOOO I REFUSEEEEEEEEEE~!”

It was so hard to insist he didn't want this when so many of her thoughts and memories beckoned him deeper into the adorable girl's psyche, flashing past his vision as he kicked in increasing alarm. He drooled, the supernatural that he so often made fun of taunting in return as they continued to mould him, this girl's life diluting and replacing his own at a frantic, unstoppable rate.

Each wave that crashed over his grey matter was beckoning him deeper into the tide his dream girl had brought with her, his heart pounding in sync with a growing bliss forming in his chest. He could hardly even form words, his body shuddering with each thump and pulse, images of Japanese school life flashing before his eyes as giggles and thoughts echoed through his ears in that perfect, alluring voice.

He was remembering so much, even as he fought to hang on to what he was forgetting, curling his shrinking toes as he stumbled around the room, his vision wobbling and blurring. He could see the girl all around him, seeing double of his own reflection like she was surrounding him with that perfect, pretty smile, perky butt and expanding tits.

"Nooooooooooooooo I c-can't... I... p-pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~. K-Keep... stopppppppppp... how are you sooooooo... how am I? H-Hehe... prettyyyyyyyyy~..." He moaned incoherently, his eyes spinning as he blushed, remembering all the boys he had to turn down; who had time for them when he had ghosts and supernatural to find anyways?

Plus he was already taken too...

"KYAH~! AHHHHHH NOOOOOOO I-I'M NAHHHHHHHHH~! OH GODDDDDDDDDD MARIBELLLLLL~?????" He shuddered and screamed, the image of Max in his mind completely overwritten by another. A blonde girl, just as pretty as him, one with an elegant accent, his partner in paranormal research and love alike!

His thoughts of her only prompted his breasts to hasten in their growth, the pillows steadily rising as they continued to inflate with plentiful amounts of plush fat, bringing Francis closer to the fate that he was doing all he could to escape from.

Memories of past club activities were beckoning him too, thoughts that seemed far too real to be fake even as Francis desperately tried to remind himself they were. He could recall club journeys to places like Rendaino and more, dealing with Merry's strange dreams, investigating an abandoned satellite and that time they rode the Shinkansen together during vacation… 

There was also some things he just wrote off as club things they did like have meals together and have nice walks that were just an excuse to be close to-

"GET OUT- GET HAHHHHHHH~!?!?!??! OH SHIT I'M LOSING MY MIND NONONONONO~!!!!!!!" He wailed and screamed, his new boobs perfectly filling his hands as his eyes rolled into his skull, unable to bring himself to fight the beautiful girl blossoming from his brain.

It was a sight that drew almost every spirit in the house towards him, the feeling of their eager eyes making him convulse in bliss, the poor boy barely able to take even a second more of it all. His brain was buzzing with theories on the supernatural, a life and childhood in Japan, countless investigations and duties of his club and the temptation to just sink into the existence of being a beautiful, pretty girl for the rest of his days, with a girl even more beautiful by his side.

"I... mmmmmmmmmmmm... c-can't~..." he whined, twitching, "d-don't- don't want to- be a pretty, h-hot girl... I don't want to be RENKKKKKKKKOOOOHHHHH~!!!!!!"

Speaking that name had been a mistake, the barely boy screaming as it hit his brain like a warhead, slamming into his already fragile identity and hastening the inevitable collapse. He wailed and kicked, unable to think of what his old name was; all he could think was Renko, all he could see was Renko, he could only smell Renko's perfume, feel Renko's clothes, speak in Renko's perfect pretty voice and RenkoRenkoRenkoRenkoRENKOOOOOOOOO~!

"FUCKFUCKFUCK RENKOOOOOOOOO, I-I WANNA- I WANNA BEEEEEE~!!!!!" Renko shrieked, a tug on her cock reducing her to an ecstatic mess, self-preservation being forgotten beneath the overwhelming Renko brainrot. "I WANNA BE A P-PRETTY GIRLLLLLLLLL~!!!!! WANNA BE RENKOOOOOOOHHHHH~!!!!!!"

Now that she had dared to say it aloud, there was no hope of her closing the Pandora's box that was speaking her name, her brain bombarded with more and more memories as she gasped in delight. She greedily groped her breasts, wriggling and shimmying her slim, feminine form in bliss, only the cock remaining of the old her that was fading from her mind more by the second.

She was already clenching her thighs, gasping and moaning as she felt the annoying thing twitch, then slide inwards, her legs kicking happily as her soft clothes brushed against her sensitive flesh. Renko's dick had no cum left to give, simply pathetically spewing clear fluids as the panties mounted increasing pressure for it to give in.

She could barely recall a thing about the old her and she loved it; she could only hope it would fade away quicker so the pretty girl of her dreams could come into existence. There was no way she could have actually been with her anyways right? A-And being her was even better!

Renko shuddered and moaned, feeling her nub of a cock twitch and throb, her eyes rolling completely into her head as the panties bore down and her dick SLURKED away from the weight of femininity. 

She let out a blubbering squeal, thrashing as she fully fell into femininity, the release that followed wiping every trace of Francis from her mind as she became Renko forevermore. For a few moments she didn't even seem to process that though, her mind running on pure pleasure and instinct as she fingered her new womanhood and groped her breasts and ass.

The ghosts retreated into the shadows as the girl's awareness returned to her, Renko jumping upright as she caught the sight of a faint flicker of something, the faint laughter they gave fading away with them. The occult geeky girl gasped in shock, blushing deeper by the second. She hadn't been seeing things, those were real ghosts! She’d only missed them because...

She somehow got even redder once she realised just how many spirits had witnessed her self-pleasuring, a defeated, flustered squeak leaving her lips. If she caught them again, they would definitely share what they’d seen, and right in front of Merry too! Oh she'd never hear the end of it if that happened!

Her thoughts raced in panic, Renko cursing her friend's pretty purple dress and nice curves she had been staring at on the way there until a solution came to mind. She dashed from the room, heading downstairs as she straightened her clothes, making sure she looked as normal as possible.

"Oh there you are! Honestly Renko, where on earth were you?!" Maribel asked as soon as her friend was back in sight. "I've been worried sick since the line died!"

"Heh, sorry! I just got... distracted!"

"The nerve... pray tell, did this distraction have anything to do with the supernatural? Or did you find a vase that looked funny? Or an old book? Or-"

"H-Hey, I don't do stuff like that every time we go to places like this!" Renko blushed as Merry crossed her arms. "Did you find any boundaries at least?"

"No, sadly. I believe this is a boundary that has an unstable entrance. It either is only open at certain times, or the entrance changes between different areas of the ley line. We aren't going to find it here tonight."

"Oh, dang it! This place was really cool, but oh well I guess!" Renko laughed nervously, although admittedly relieved she had an excuse to leave this place as soon as possible, before the ghosts outed she had goofed off pleasuring herself instead of actually working.

"Indeed, we can do a better study tomorrow. Granted, we wouldn't have this problem if someone didn't drag us down here without a background check..." Merry crossed her arms and glared.

"Hey! Well how come it took you so long to find a boundary? Your weird eyes are usually way faster!"

"I-I had to do a check of the area first!" Merry blurted out defensively, Renko raising an eyebrow as she noticed something in the light. Was she blushing?

It had to be her seeing things though. Why would Merry be blushing at all? That didn't make any sense! She brushed the thought aside and yawned, her self-pleasuring having tired her out quite a bit as they began to head towards the exit.

"W-Well let us be off Renko! It's a shame I know, but I suppose not every place we check out can be interesting!” Merry laughed politely while remaining just as red.

"Yeah, guess not!" Renko nodded, her eyes briefly travelling to her friend’s outlined rear before she snapped back into focus once more. "Let's work out what to do when we get back then!"

"Yes, let's do that!" Merry flushed, doing the same with Renko while she wasn't looking, only to be caught in the act by her friend who knowingly smirked.

"Anything you want to add, dear?" Renko giggled as Merry flushed deeper.

"S-Shut up! God, you're impossible!"

"I know, come on, let's make this a date instead!"

"I... well... it's not the worst idea in the world..." Merry smiled as they emerged from the mansion, leaving it empty once more as the ghosts watched from afar and laughed, pleased at the new women they had created.       

Renko turned around for a moment, swearing she could hear something only to be distracted by a gust of wind nearly blowing her hat away. Moments later she couldn't even remember anything being wrong, like the wind had blown away the last doubt remaining in her mind as she ran off to join her girlfriend on a date to remember...