Game Play - TG

Charles stretched his legs as he sat at the desk, slipping the glasses onto his eyes as he turned to the computer screen. He blinked a couple of times as the monitor came on line, a flash of light momentarily destroying his vision as he entered the game. His head cleared itself with only a couple shakes, his vision resettling as he looked down at alien hands, and shrugged his massive shoulders.

The screen materialized in front of him as he finished getting accustomed to the inner workings, the options coming up with a touch as he silently altered the look to match his own. He couldn't help but grin as the over muscled arms faded into his own sleek but strong ones, the generic look replaced quickly by his own unique one. His hand wavered over the gender for a moment, after, before dismissing the options with a wave of his hand and moving onto class.

He blinked a little at the options, surprised at the uniqueness of this particular JRPG as he glanced them over. His eyes trailed down past samurai, momentarily skidding on maid before finally landing on something called Shifter. He clicked it to check the stats, wincing as he felt an electrical shock pass through him and the menu disappeared. He hesitated a moment as a the world around him faded, and a forested path appeared, before deciding it wasn't worth the trouble to reset.

He began to walk down the road instead, one foot quickly put over the other as he walked, the shoes skidding on the pebbles as he fell heavily on his butt. He winced as the rocks scraped against the thin outfit, trying to push himself up and wobbling anew as he glanced at his feet for an explanation. He blinked, instead, surprised to find red heels where he'd expected sandals.

His eyes drifted towards the exit button, for a moment, before shaking his head in response. He tried to tell himself that it wasn't worth the trouble of restarting, but he felt the truth too deep to deny - it sent a thrill through his body, watching his narrow feet move inside the slender shoes, gaining speed as he put one foot in front of the other.

He felt the air sliding against his legs, goose bumps raising against his flesh as he shivered. He felt hair stand up for a moment, before the feeling disappeared, a rush of cloth colliding with his face before he could examine it. He blinked a bit, shoving it down and gaping at the muddy brown that should have been his pants, now turned into his skirt. He watched as it turned pink, his eyes widening as he wondered what sort of class he had chosen.

He forced himself to push it down and move on, blushing a little when his fingers hit soft panties, and ignore the squishing of his manhood. He tried not to think about it when that feeling disappeared too, reminding himself it was only a game, and it wouldn't pay to check.  His feet moved a bit faster though, silently reveling in the lack of feeling between his legs as he moved on.

The sleeves were next, billowing outward for a moment before tightening around hands more slenderized yet. He watched as the midriff moved upward, blushing a little at his own flat stomach as the strands of blonde hair fell in his face. He wondered if it was considered narcism, watching his hips crack in a  passing puddle as his waist dove inward. He wasn't sure if he cared entirely, placing a hand against his hips and posing. He almost tumbled to the ground when the breasts pressed outward, blowing a wave of brown hair from his eyes as he gave the girl in the reflection a sultry little pout.

A figure appeared in the puddle, an arm slipping beneath his arms before he could squeak. It tightened beneath her breasts, lifting her into a hug as a mouth drifted down to his ear. He blushed, watching the girl in the pond do the same as he recognized the boy as a jock from his school; Adam. "'Bout time you got home, Charlotte," he whispered, his breath teasing against her hair.

He felt his face inflaming with embarrassment, wondering if the game had taken this from his memory, or if Adam was responsible. His fingers scrambled against the edge of his vision, hitting the exit button and removing him from the game as he ripped the glasses off, blinking at the sunlight and blushing at the memory.

His arm drifted downward in relief, a rush of sensations passing through him as it hit an obstruction on his chest. Slowly, he looked down, gasping to see the outfit from the game wrapped tight around her form.

A smile lit her lips, wonder and amazement lighting through her as she glanced back at the game. It broke down in a blush, a moment later. She had no idea how she was possibly going to tell her parents that she might have a boyfriend.