Man to Woman (Just Sex)

**Application Summary**: *[Client]* is curious and wants to know what sex is like as a woman.

**Season**: Any

**Difficulty**: 1

**Crystals**: Demasculinization 1, Feminization 1

**Walk-In**: You hear *[Client]*’s fancy red convertible screech to a halt outside the front door before you see him walk in. The guy jumps out, flirts a little with a woman walking her dog, and enters the clinic wearing a designer leather jacket and dark sunglasses, hair spiked up with excessive amounts of gel. He has a tattoo of a heart on his neck and what looks like two women making out. “Whassup!?” *[Client]* shouts as he walks in. He then looks around, demeanor suddenly changing as he sits down and leans in. “So. I’ve slept with a lot of women. By my count, at least eighty. I’ve tried guys too, but after a few I decided that wasn’t really my thing. What’s there left for me to experience? Well, I’ll tell you. I want to know what it’s like for HER. See, my last partner actually came here, I think, and told me she wasn’t always how she looks now. So… that just got me to thinking… why don’t I see what you can do for me? Make me a woman. A hot one. So hot you can fry an omelette on me. Just a word of warning, I’m gonna be picky. Capiche?”

**Entering Chamber**: “High five! Oh, make sure I keep my tats. They’re part of me.”

**Leaving Chamber**: “Oh man oh man oh man! Why you gotta have so much smoke in there? It’s so hard to see what’s going on in. Let’s see how I look!”

**Superb**: *[Client]* walks out wearing her sunglasses, now a stunning woman with dark hair wind-swept, a round head with a small nose and lips, cherry-red lips, and pronounced eyeliner and mascara. Her body is slim and well toned, curvy hips and legs, wearing a pair of tight blue jeans with flowers embroidered over the butt. As requested, her tattoos all remain, expertly resized and rescaled to remain what they were before exactly despite her smaller, feminine frame. *[Client]* looks herself over in the mirror silently for nearly a full minute, trying out different poses before finally whooping in happiness and high-fiving you. "You did it! I’m a happy chick, and a happy chick is a horny chick," *[Client]* proclaims. "I only got three days, right? Ain't got a minute to waste; time to start putting on the moves…"

**Good**: *[Client]* walks out wearing her sunglasses, now a cute woman with dark wind-swept hair, a round head with a small nose and pink lips, pronounced eyeliner, and mascara. Her body is slim and mostly well toned, curvy hips and legs, wearing a pair of tight blue jeans with flowers embroidered over the butt. As requested, her tattoos are all present, though not all of their intricate designs have translated well to her smaller, feminine frame and are a bit distorted in their shape and scale. *[Client]* looks herself over in the mirror silently for nearly a full minute, trying out different poses, before finally giving an approving nod. "You did it," *[Client]* says. "Tats are a bit screwy though, otherwise good. I only got three days, right? Ain't got a minute to waste; time to start putting on the moves…"

**Disappointing**: *[Client]* walks out wearing her sunglasses, now a fairly plain woman with dark wind-swept hair, a round head with a small nose and lips. Her body is ever so slightly overweight but sports curvy hips and legs, wearing a pair of tight blue jeans with flowers embroidered over the butt. Unfortunately her tattoos are so poorly distorted that they look nearly unrecognizable, now just abstract patterns instead of meaning imagery. *[Client]* looks herself over in the mirror silently for nearly a full minute, trying out different poses, before finally shrugging. "Yeah, okay, you did your job I guess, just barely," *[Client]* says with a sigh. "I only got three days, right? Ain't got a minute to waste; time to start putting on the moves…"

**Rejection**: "Nah, man, I told you I wanna know what sex is like for a chick. That means I gotta have a pussy! Trust me, I know what they should look like, and it's not… this! Screw it, just turn me back, I ain't got time for a redo."

# Alternate Outcome

**Alternate Message**: You hear an urgent knocking outside just before you start *[Client]*’s calibration. Making sure nothing serious is going on out there, you check the front counter to see the woman who *[Client*] had been flirting with outside beckoning you forward. “Hey. That guy you just brought in. He’s an asshole and a creep. Instead of turning him into… I don’t know what he asked you to make him, but give him a body more fitting of his personality. Turn him into a hog. A big, smelly, fat hog. For a full year. Trust me, all the single women in town know to keep away from that man-pig, so you’d be doing us all a favor. And I’m willing to dish out for it.”

**Infamy Required**: 1

**Crystals**: Feralization 2, Year Stabilizer 1

**Entering Chamber**: “Nice. Thanks. I’m gonna go grab a lemonade at the cafe across the street. I want to see that pig waddle out myself. You’re a good person, you know that?”

**Leaving Chamber**: “You hear angry squealing and see a brown flash as something rushes out from the transformation chamber, charging straight into the mirror on the wall and cracking the glass.

**Superb**: *[Client]* is tremendously ugly--and you couldn’t be more proud. *[Client]* is one fat hog, waddling with excessive rolls of fat on his sides and frazzled gray hair with dark, bald patches scattered about. Thankfully he wastes no time sprinting for the front door, perhaps fearful of what you might do to him if he sticks around. You see the woman wave from the cafe across the street, spitting out her lemonade in laughter as she watches *[Client]* lumber down the sidewalk, parting surprised pedestrians as he flees down the sidewalk. Justice has been served… or has it? A few minutes later you watch her climb into *[Client]’*s convertible, lean down a while out of sight to hotwire it, and drive away. Hmm. Oh well, you have your money, and that’s what matters, isn’t it?

**Good**: *[Client]* is indeed quite ugly. *[Client]* is now a hog, waddling clumsily, his backside covered in frazzled gray hair. Thankfully he wastes no time sprinting for the front door, perhaps fearful of what you might do to him if he sticks around. You see the woman wave from the cafe across the street as she watches *[Client]* lumber down the sidewalk, parting surprised pedestrians as he flees. Justice has been served… or has it? A few minutes later you watch her climb into *[Client]*’s convertible, lean down a while out of sight to hotwire it, and drive away. Hmm. Oh well, you have your money, and that’s what matters, isn’t it?

**Disappointing**: *[Client]* is, unintentionally, kind of cute as a pig. Thankfully he wastes no time sprinting for the front door, perhaps fearful of what you might do to him if he sticks around. You see the woman wave from the cafe across the street as she watches *[Client]* trot down the sidewalk, parting surprised pedestrians as he flees. She looks only slightly amused, and even a bit annoyed when a couple joggers begin to coo at the *[Client]*-piggy a block away. Justice has been served… or has it? A few minutes later you watch her climb into *[Client]*’s convertible, lean down a while out of sight to hotwire it, and drive away. Hmm. Oh well, you have your money, and that’s what matters, isn’t it?

**Rejection**: “What the hell did you do to me? Did someone put you up to this? Was it Rebecca? Alex? Sam? Jane? Emily? Soundarya? Veronica? Tanya?” *[Client]* snorts. He’s still mostly human but with a hog’s head… and a pair of balled-up fists you’d rather not get to know more intimately. “Nevermind--just change me back before I remember my lawyer's number!"