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Andrew was excited for Thanksgiving, loving the holiday for how wholesome of a time it was for family and friends. Aside from emotions flowing through the air, the occasion would always bring a delightful dinner that he alongside millions of others loved.
The young man was already thinking about the time he was going to spend with family tomorrow, struggling to sleep due to his thoughts running rampant. Eventually though, he would have a goodnight sleep, one that was nothing short of fantastic, literally.
Not too long after he fell asleep, he began having dreams about the aforementioned holiday, nothing too strange to see here. In the real world though, his body began morphing in impossible ways. To start off, his brown hair began cascading down his face, the short strands of hair had begun to increase in length. Despite the sudden growth of his hair, it looked perfectly taken care of, although a silver tint would overtake the brown to make the young man appear way older than he actually was.
Andrew’s face would begin to morph into what would become a very mature yet very alluring and feminine version of itself. His eyes would grow larger, something which would make his red iris stand out even more. His exotic eye color would also be accompanied by some pretty eyelashes and a little bit of eyeshadow which only added to his developing feminine charm.
His face would be hard to resist kissing, as his cheeks would puff up slightly before his lips did the same thing, although to a greater degree. Skin smoothed out as his slight mustache and beard receded into it, lip gloss being the icing on the cake to his beautiful face.
He may be pretty, but he did not look masculine at all, what was going on? Within his deep state of sleep, not many clues appeared yet, or at least not to him. Andrew was dreaming of his now deceased grandmother serving food on the table on a wonderful Thanksgiving night, remembering why she loved her so much: she was charming, passionate in her craft, funny and so much more, but there was one thing he wasn’t thinking about at the moment though.
Before any major clues emerged, his height would begin to be drastically reduced. He already wasn’t super tall as a man, being around 5’9”; however, things would only get worse for him as an inch was being shaved every couple of minutes. After some time, his final height would be revealed: 5’0”. It was extremely short compared to other men in his family, although strangely enough, it was about the average height for women in said family, but even then, he was ever so slightly below that average.
Height aside, his whole body would begin to shrink to match the new stature. This shift in volume wouldn’t be too drastic compared to the prior, the 21-year-old having a pretty slim build to begin with, only a few parts lost significant muscle to give him a much more woman-like shape. More hair began disappearing from top to bottom, his skin would be perfectly smooth if it weren’t for the presence of a few wrinkles here and there, the texture otherwise looking as close to perfection as possible though.
As smaller details were added onto his body, such as nail polish decorating his hands and feet, he would finally remember why he looked up to his grandmother in such high regard. She had a heart of gold, being incredibly compassionate and kind to the point where he remembers a few occasions where she wouldn’t go to the family’s Thanksgiving dinner because she preferred to be cooking up delicious meals for those in need.
The whole thing was sweet and all, but what if he continued her legacy? As in, him doing the same thing. He thought about it more and more, finding the idea of putting a smile on people’s faces very fulfilling. A strange detail within these thoughts was the fact that he was starting to think of himself as a woman for some reason. Perhaps it was him desiring to be like his grandma, including the same sex as her; strange, but it was only a dream after all.
Andrew would experience even more changes that made the distinction between dream and reality an incredibly thin line. After a ton of his masculinity was stripped away from him, what else was there left? Well, he still had the manly package between his legs and his body was incredibly slim and fragile, some curves would help him gain a tiny bit of strength and resistance, although it would mostly just cause him to look not just feminine but also curvy and sexy.
The dream was coming to an end, the transformation being paused for an hour before it resumed where it left off, his body preparing for the biggest changes yet. The sleeping beauty didn't dream of anything, but he was still very much asleep, being the perfect opportunity for him to finally become a woman. His penis would begin to decrease in length, then girth; shortly after, his testicles would begin to shrink as well, his rather impressive 6.5-inch member was slithering its way into this body while a pair of lips began forming in its place.
The procedure was rather quick and painless, Andrew only experiencing slight discomfort that made him change position, now sleeping on his side. The position he was in would allow for his buttcheeks to be shown, ones that would begin fattening up shortly after his penis was gone.
A vagina was now very clearly visible from the exterior, his insides being arranged to accommodate a female reproductive system that would also set in motion the mass production of estrogen. The hormone overtaking his body would allow for his, or more appropriately, her buttocks to grow very fast.
Andrew’s once flat cheeks would fill up with tons of soft and juicy fat, her hips joining the fun as they became as wide as humanly possible, perhaps even beyond that. The space between her legs felt very strange; luckily for her though, her thighs would thicken considerably to occupy more space than her manhood ever could. Her current proportions would make her not just woman-like but also mother-like, easily looking like she was highly experienced with life growing inside her womb.
Right now, her chest was rather disappointing, as it was completely flat unlike her fat ass and childbearing hips. Things would take a turn once those areas had settled into their final size, leaving ample room for the growth to fully concentrate on that lackluster part. A pair of breasts would quickly balloon to great proportions, the mounds becoming noticeable under the bedsheets, but their C-cup size was far from reflecting the intended goal that would be achieved in the next few minutes.
Andrew would be completely speechless the next morning, seeing a pair of big heavy tits on her chest with perky and… milky nipples? She was a woman now, the beach ball sized ass cheeks and boobs and lack of a penis made that more than apparent, but she would quickly take note of other details. She thought the silver hair looked weird on her. What’s up with the lactating breasts? She wasn’t a father prior, so there’s even less of a chance of being a mother right now. Why was her skin slightly wrinkled yet also looked and felt so healthy and young at the same time?
Aside from being the opposite sex, she didn’t know why she looked so old in some aspects while looking young in others. Her lack of strength and not-so-smooth skin made her look way older than she was the day before, yet her large bouncy breasts and perfectly round ass made her look like a young supermodel, the whole thing was strange.
Despite her incredibly curvaceous physique and the presence of hormones she’d never had before, she was surprisingly not turned on that much. Sure, she thought she was a hottie, but it didn’t go beyond that. The former male’s focus would be set on remembering the dream she had last night. Was it somehow connected? Her grandmother could never have been this well-endowed, but maybe her former self’s age and body mass played a role in aging her body like fine wine.
Although she was still Andrew in spirit, she had a nagging feeling in the back of her mind that told her that today should be different, that today she was going to do what she had dreamt and thought about, something about continuing her grandma’s legacy. Was this fate? If so, it seemed like fate was quite the perverted entity, but her impossibly curvaceous figure wasn’t a blocker for her to achieve her desire of being charitable.
Whether her current form was temporary or permanent, was caused by the dream or something else, perhaps it was a good time to do something different today, to make a change for the greater good. With nothing but an apron and a large kitchen at her disposal, she would begin her journey of helping others out, just like her grandmother would’ve desired, somehow ending up as a lovely granny herself.
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