David ran downstairs as soon as he heard the package drop through his letter box. As he reached the bottom of the staircase, he saw it. It was a small brown package, poorly wrapped admittedly. But David didn't care, so long as the contents of the parcel was okay. He carefully picked up his delivery and made his way back upstairs as calmly as he could. Once he was back inside his room, he quietly closed the door and sat down on the floor with his new treasure. Slowly, he pulled off each strip of tape and let the brown paper unfold itself, revealing the contents.
"Finally...", David whispered as he looked down at the small blue beret in front of him. Most people would of looked at the small item of clothing and seen only a plain blue beret. But fans of the Resident Evil franchise, would instantly recognize the patch that bore the official insignia of the Special Tactics and Rescue Squad; better known as the S.T.A.R.S. David gently inspected the beret; it was remarkably well made and detailed, the fabric soft to the touch and the patch well sewn.
He'd come across this particular item while surfing the internet for rare or unique Resident Evil merchandise. When David had found the famous beret worn by the beloved character Jill Valentine in the first Resident Evil, he had been beside himself with joy. He'd had to pay more money than he wanted to think about for the item, but he decided right then and there that it was worth every penny. He stood up, standing in front of the mirror and carefully placing the hat on his head.
It fit him surprisingly well, though he did look rather silly in it; it was worn by a woman after all. He suddenly wondered if he had made a terrible mistake by spending so much money on such a simple item that he would never wear in public. He wasn't Jill Valentine and Jill Valentine wasn't even real to begin with. He sighed and slipped the hat off of his head; except he couldn't. When he tried to remove the piece of clothing, it refused to budge, as though it had been glued to his head.
"Damn it, get off me!", he said, as if he expected the hat to respond. Instead, he started to feel dizzy. He stumbled, falling to his knees and clutching his head. As he slowly looked up into the mirror, his hair started to change. First, it turned chestnut brown, the color streaking down each individual hair. Then the hairs themselves began to lengthen. The roots elongated, his newly colored hair lengthening down past his face and stopping at his chin.
"Oh my God...", David whispered as the skin on his face softened. His eyebrows became thinner; he could see many of the stray hairs receding back into his skin and the remaining ones turning chestnut brown like his hair. He blinked as he felt, and saw, his eyelashes elongate, as though he'd put on fake ones. He saw his eye color change to that of a soft brown, then his eyes themselves enlarged. He scrunched up his face as his nose shrank and became cute. Then his facial hair shrank and receded back into his jaw, taking all of his blemishes with them too.
He touched his lips as they softened and expanded, becoming fuller and pinker. "Jesus, whats happening to me!?", David whispered frantically, clutching his throat as it started feel sore, his voice changing, becoming higher and softer. His neck moved inwards, becoming slender, the bump of his Adam's apple going down as the skin softened. David gasped in pain as his shoulders cracked loudly and started to move inwards, taking away his broad frame.
He felt the changes moving down his arms and held them out in front of him as the bones inside cracked and shortened. Any excess fat was flushed away, leaving only toned muscle. The hairs along his arms shrank back into his increasingly soft skin. The bones in his hands crunched and popped as they shortened and became smaller, his fingers becoming slender and his nails lengthening. "This can't be happening!", David said, quickly covering his mouth with his new hands as someone else's voice spoke; a woman's voice.
The reality of the situation hit David hard; he was turning into a woman! As the realization hit him, his nipples hardened, causing him to gasp sharply. He looked down at his chest, "Oh God, no, please no!", he pleaded to no avail as his breasts began to enlarge. They grew slowly at first, filling his shirt and sending waves of pleasure through his body; waves which he couldn't ignore. His eyes fluttered and he tipped his head back, moaning softly, even sensually, as his new assets grew bigger and bigger, faster and faster.
When David opened his eyes again, he found that his new breasts had nearly ripped his shirt in two. The tear in his shirt gave him view of his incredible cleavage. "This is insane...", he whispered as he held the two orbs in his hands, their size and weight feeling surprisingly satisfying in his small hands. The feel and sound of his organs changing in his stomach reminded David of the dire situation he was in. He wrapped a slender arm around his stomach, feeling sick. "Oh God...", he groaned as his sternum flattened, the fat being moved aside and making way for his abs to surge forward, giving him the kind of stomach that he had only ever dreamed of.
David managed to lean back on his heels but winced in pain as his hips crunched and began to widen, their progress hampered by his belt. "Shit, shit, shit...", he moaned as he fumbled with the strip of leather, trying to relieve some of the pain. He managed to unbuckle it and slip it off, tossing it to one side as his now womanly hips pushed his trousers down his legs. His boxers were already at their breaking point when his butt started to inflate. Like his breasts, his butt cheeks started off slowly, growing wider and larger.
David clutched them in his hands, trying in vain to stop his backside from growing any bigger. But soon his hands were pushed aside as his boxers tore loudly in half and fell from his body. His butt was now as round as a beach ball and firm as a plumb. David's heart went cold as he realized what was going to happen next. His eyes widened in horror and he looked down as, right on cue, his penis started to shrink. "No! Not that! Please not that!", he cried in agony as he desperately tried to cling on to his manhood. But it was no use; his penis was sucked back inside his body, along with his testicles and pubic hair.
In their place, the skin became moist, and a slit opened up where his male reproductive organs had been. "God help me...", David whimpered as he looked down at his new genitals. The changes continued. His legs cramped painfully as the fat slithered away, making room for the muscle to become stronger. The hairs up and down his legs shrank into his now soft skin as the bones beneath crunched and shortened, causing him to fall onto his back with a cry of pain. His feet were the last to change; they cracked loudly, like his hands had done, and shrank, becoming small and dainty.
David lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling. His heart was racing and his whole body was covered in perspiration. His head was swimming and his vision was blurred. Slowly, he managed to sit up. And then, after a great deal of effort, stand up, steadying himself on the mirror. Swallowing hard, he looked up, the face of Jill Valentine looking back at him. "This, this can't be real! You're not real!", David said, even as he spoke in Jill's voice. He looked down at his body; his large breasts, his muscular arms and legs, his plump butt and his smooth, moist nether region.
He touched the beret, still planted firmly on his head, "The hat, the hat did this!", he said, terror filling his feminine voice. He looked around, "God, no one can see me like this! I need to get help, find someone who can fix this!", he said. He turned to look for some new clothes, but as he did, he was overcome with another wave of dizziness, this one even stronger than the last, "Oh, shit...", David breathed as he collapsed and blacked out.
"Jill? Jill are you alright?", the voice said. Jill Valentine's eyes snapped open and she gasped for air as Barry Burton patted her back reassuringly. She was bent over, her hands on her knees, desperately trying to catch her breath after running from the dogs. The dogs that had killed Joseph and chased them into the mansion. "I'm okay, just out of breath.", she panted, straightening herself up, fixing her lucky beret and checking her nine millimeter, all whilst silently scolding herself for zoning out like that.
"Finally...", David whispered as he looked down at the small blue beret in front of him. Most people would of looked at the small item of clothing and seen only a plain blue beret. But fans of the Resident Evil franchise, would instantly recognize the patch that bore the official insignia of the Special Tactics and Rescue Squad; better known as the S.T.A.R.S. David gently inspected the beret; it was remarkably well made and detailed, the fabric soft to the touch and the patch well sewn.
He'd come across this particular item while surfing the internet for rare or unique Resident Evil merchandise. When David had found the famous beret worn by the beloved character Jill Valentine in the first Resident Evil, he had been beside himself with joy. He'd had to pay more money than he wanted to think about for the item, but he decided right then and there that it was worth every penny. He stood up, standing in front of the mirror and carefully placing the hat on his head.
It fit him surprisingly well, though he did look rather silly in it; it was worn by a woman after all. He suddenly wondered if he had made a terrible mistake by spending so much money on such a simple item that he would never wear in public. He wasn't Jill Valentine and Jill Valentine wasn't even real to begin with. He sighed and slipped the hat off of his head; except he couldn't. When he tried to remove the piece of clothing, it refused to budge, as though it had been glued to his head.
"Damn it, get off me!", he said, as if he expected the hat to respond. Instead, he started to feel dizzy. He stumbled, falling to his knees and clutching his head. As he slowly looked up into the mirror, his hair started to change. First, it turned chestnut brown, the color streaking down each individual hair. Then the hairs themselves began to lengthen. The roots elongated, his newly colored hair lengthening down past his face and stopping at his chin.
"Oh my God...", David whispered as the skin on his face softened. His eyebrows became thinner; he could see many of the stray hairs receding back into his skin and the remaining ones turning chestnut brown like his hair. He blinked as he felt, and saw, his eyelashes elongate, as though he'd put on fake ones. He saw his eye color change to that of a soft brown, then his eyes themselves enlarged. He scrunched up his face as his nose shrank and became cute. Then his facial hair shrank and receded back into his jaw, taking all of his blemishes with them too.
He touched his lips as they softened and expanded, becoming fuller and pinker. "Jesus, whats happening to me!?", David whispered frantically, clutching his throat as it started feel sore, his voice changing, becoming higher and softer. His neck moved inwards, becoming slender, the bump of his Adam's apple going down as the skin softened. David gasped in pain as his shoulders cracked loudly and started to move inwards, taking away his broad frame.
He felt the changes moving down his arms and held them out in front of him as the bones inside cracked and shortened. Any excess fat was flushed away, leaving only toned muscle. The hairs along his arms shrank back into his increasingly soft skin. The bones in his hands crunched and popped as they shortened and became smaller, his fingers becoming slender and his nails lengthening. "This can't be happening!", David said, quickly covering his mouth with his new hands as someone else's voice spoke; a woman's voice.
The reality of the situation hit David hard; he was turning into a woman! As the realization hit him, his nipples hardened, causing him to gasp sharply. He looked down at his chest, "Oh God, no, please no!", he pleaded to no avail as his breasts began to enlarge. They grew slowly at first, filling his shirt and sending waves of pleasure through his body; waves which he couldn't ignore. His eyes fluttered and he tipped his head back, moaning softly, even sensually, as his new assets grew bigger and bigger, faster and faster.
When David opened his eyes again, he found that his new breasts had nearly ripped his shirt in two. The tear in his shirt gave him view of his incredible cleavage. "This is insane...", he whispered as he held the two orbs in his hands, their size and weight feeling surprisingly satisfying in his small hands. The feel and sound of his organs changing in his stomach reminded David of the dire situation he was in. He wrapped a slender arm around his stomach, feeling sick. "Oh God...", he groaned as his sternum flattened, the fat being moved aside and making way for his abs to surge forward, giving him the kind of stomach that he had only ever dreamed of.
David managed to lean back on his heels but winced in pain as his hips crunched and began to widen, their progress hampered by his belt. "Shit, shit, shit...", he moaned as he fumbled with the strip of leather, trying to relieve some of the pain. He managed to unbuckle it and slip it off, tossing it to one side as his now womanly hips pushed his trousers down his legs. His boxers were already at their breaking point when his butt started to inflate. Like his breasts, his butt cheeks started off slowly, growing wider and larger.
David clutched them in his hands, trying in vain to stop his backside from growing any bigger. But soon his hands were pushed aside as his boxers tore loudly in half and fell from his body. His butt was now as round as a beach ball and firm as a plumb. David's heart went cold as he realized what was going to happen next. His eyes widened in horror and he looked down as, right on cue, his penis started to shrink. "No! Not that! Please not that!", he cried in agony as he desperately tried to cling on to his manhood. But it was no use; his penis was sucked back inside his body, along with his testicles and pubic hair.
In their place, the skin became moist, and a slit opened up where his male reproductive organs had been. "God help me...", David whimpered as he looked down at his new genitals. The changes continued. His legs cramped painfully as the fat slithered away, making room for the muscle to become stronger. The hairs up and down his legs shrank into his now soft skin as the bones beneath crunched and shortened, causing him to fall onto his back with a cry of pain. His feet were the last to change; they cracked loudly, like his hands had done, and shrank, becoming small and dainty.
David lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling. His heart was racing and his whole body was covered in perspiration. His head was swimming and his vision was blurred. Slowly, he managed to sit up. And then, after a great deal of effort, stand up, steadying himself on the mirror. Swallowing hard, he looked up, the face of Jill Valentine looking back at him. "This, this can't be real! You're not real!", David said, even as he spoke in Jill's voice. He looked down at his body; his large breasts, his muscular arms and legs, his plump butt and his smooth, moist nether region.
He touched the beret, still planted firmly on his head, "The hat, the hat did this!", he said, terror filling his feminine voice. He looked around, "God, no one can see me like this! I need to get help, find someone who can fix this!", he said. He turned to look for some new clothes, but as he did, he was overcome with another wave of dizziness, this one even stronger than the last, "Oh, shit...", David breathed as he collapsed and blacked out.
"Jill? Jill are you alright?", the voice said. Jill Valentine's eyes snapped open and she gasped for air as Barry Burton patted her back reassuringly. She was bent over, her hands on her knees, desperately trying to catch her breath after running from the dogs. The dogs that had killed Joseph and chased them into the mansion. "I'm okay, just out of breath.", she panted, straightening herself up, fixing her lucky beret and checking her nine millimeter, all whilst silently scolding herself for zoning out like that.
David purchases Jill Valentines famous beret and tries it on; with a surprising result. 
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