A date completely turns on its side when the woman in the relationship decides her boyfriend would make a better girlfriend than she would.

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I turned to the mirror and pointed to myself, “Looking good,” I said to my own reflection, my dark sunglasses covering up my reflection. Today was my day off from dealing with the gang with a little lovely lady. Now if only she was here. It was hard enough to this Mohawk gelled up and the old leather jacket was starting to chafe… so had to get a new one, but how else was I going to show off my roguish good looks?


I sat in the middle of the mall’s food court, checking on my cellphone every now and again. It's been 2 hours and my stomach was starting grumble at me angrily. Was that bitch doing something with her girls again? Or was she out somewhere? She keeps saying she’d be here…and to think I could be tuning up my bike or cruising through town instead of this.

And then I saw her, just out of the corner of my vision. LeZeLee was the name I'd given her when I made her mine. She wore torn jeans, and a golden chain around her neck. Her hair was tipped with neon pink highlights that could glow in the dark.

I leapt or my seat and stupor a few whipped up some of my old fashioned charm. “Hey, Babe! What took you so long? …Not that I am mad or anything.”

LeZeLee looked at me cautiously, I could see that her hazel eyes were probably eying me… I knew I was eye candy after all. “Uh Damian….”

I held up a hand waved at her. “It's Razor, Babe you know that.”

“...Right.” Well she was late, probably thinking I might get mad at her, but I was going to prove her wrong.

I patted my woman on the shoulder and let it be known how I felt. “Come on, I know this nice pizza joint. Fancy shmancy. You'll like it.”

But she wasn't budging, her eyes focused on me, but I wasn't getting the usual vibes. “Uh...Razor.”

I turned to her.

She hesitated and for a moment she wouldn't spit it out. I wish she still kept her mouth shut. “I-I’m not interested in a boyfriend.”

I took off my sunglasses and let it be clear I wasn't having any of this. “What?” I dropped the friendly tone. That was a verbal slap to the face and she knew it. She was dumping. I looked at her and rage bubbled in my blood. Who did this bitch think she was without me?

“It's more that…. I just am not into guys…” She slightly turned her away from me, as if to hide from direct contact with my gaze.

My anger bubbled but now I was getting confused. We've been an item for… 6 months at least. Why didn't she tell me sooner? It wasn't because I was deaf or shut her up. “You never told me you were a lesbian!”

“It's not that…” She was twiddling her thumbs at this points distracting her.

“Then what is it?” I half shouted. First she tells me she into ladies and then she's saying that she's not homosexual. What does a guy have to do to get a date around here.

She looked at me for a moment and I could see beads of sweat going down her face. A moment now she was going to break and then she was going to beg for forgiveness. “...I think you should be my girlfriend.”

“What the heck are you talking about?” I raised an eyebrow. Me? Being her girlfriend? She was out of her mind.

And then she touched me in the shoulder and I felt an odd tingling noise. She did something to me and I pushed her back. “Don't touch me….”

But instead of fear she just laughed.

“Don't laugh!” I snarled. I really hope the cops don't show up. It'd be a pain to deal with.

But LeZeLee kept laughing and pointed at my chest where she touched me. “You've got tits!”

I bent my head down and...blinked. Two breasts slowly expanded from underneath my leather jacket, pushing up the fabric and making it seemed Iike I was taking those drugs transsexuals get.

LeZeLee suppressed laugh after laugh and I knew she was to blame.

“Wha…. Was going on?” I demanded.

LeZeLee went in closer and I noticed that her breasts were deflating, as if she had given me hers. “Something I should have done a long time ago…I hate this punk look, and everything you and it stand for.”

I raised a finger and noted the nails changing, growing longer and sharper and yet thicker. My hands grew more and more slender, their thickness and girth traded out for vulnerability. I wasn't a body building but that was concerning. I really wanted to ignore it all. “So what is this?”

She only smiled. I could see her arms and biceps enlarging, muscle growing underneath her shirt. “Making you my girlfriend, my lady....” She let out a blush that just annoyed me to no end. “My princess.”

As she said those last words, I hunched over as I felt something pull my groin in and I howled in pain. I put my hands over it, but nothing I could do was saving me. I felt I'm my manhood, my pride and joy disappearing underneath the fabric to be exchange by some other organ. My hips realigned to make room for it and then… I knew I was the woman in the relationship. “What no, change me back!” My hair shifted, my Mohawk quickly unveiled and turned into a dark brown length.

“So you don't want to be a princess, kitten?”
said LeZeLee. I saw her crotch bulge underneath her jeans… was she a he now? He seemed so much broader, stouter, stronger. His hair lost the highlights and receded until it basically was as short as it could get without it being gone.

“Call. Me. Razor!” I snarled. But then I saw my clothes changing, boots morphing. My jacket basically turned into red silk. This was too much. Why was nobody here paying attention? This had to be some sort of dream?

LeZeLee continued to bulk up, becoming stronger, taller. His jeans and shirt became some sort of white formal wear, embroidered with gold and fancy metals. “Why call you something that you're not?” he sniggered, so confident that the words her spoke could change the world. “You're my Kitten, after all.” His eyes became cat-like and a large black tail sprouted from his rear.

I felt strange as he said that and I realized that… I was not some sort of biker or gang leader, because I never was. LeZeLee was changing me in not just body but also my past.

I whimpered and felt so absolutely helpless as I continued to decline and become a woman by my boyfriend's desires. My pants and shirt fused together to form an elegant dress made of fine blue cloth, maybe even silk. I felt the drafty air climb up my dress as a catlike tail sprouted from behind me and awkwardly raise the level and felt so after conscious. Meanwhile my jacket lengthened and became some sort of a scarf or ribbon, wrapping around my neck and parts of my arms.

LeZeLee… no, his name was Lyon, Prince Lyon to be precise. Lyon approached me, his face twisting and turning, becoming like the face of a black cat, in contrast to his almost white attire. His face darkened, whiskers sprouting from near a small button nose. “Ah, this is much better.”

I felt fur, creamy yellow mixed with brown, form underneath my dress and sprout along my slender arms. As Lyon approached he gently took me by one of these arms, and felt very weak just from the strength in that gesture alone. I imagine my face looked something similar to his by now. “
… This scares me,” I begged for mercy. “What about my friends and…” and as I did I realized to my horror that I wasn't the only one who changed. All of my…. Boys, they were now my handmaidens, my caretakers, feline women must like myself.

“Don't be afraid, Kitten,” Lyon called me again. It wasn't my real name my new real name, but it was what he called me. “You are a woman now, both in mind and body. And always were.” he gently brought his arm again me.

I wept a little and brought my arms around him. I didn't understand what happened, but I wanted comfort.

“Don't cry,” Lyon said to me, wiping away my tears… that was more than I ever did. “Atleast you're royalty now.”

I turned and saw we were no longer in some market place but some sort of palace full of strange knick knacks and expensive looking decor. I think this was… mine? I wiped the tears from my eyes and was in awe. “When did we get here?”

“Now.” he shrugged. “I think things will be be better now. Don't you?”

I sniffled a little, my emotions were so unsteady, so fragile and weak. I tried so keep myself balanced, but the emotions I had now were so much more sensitive…

“Let's go eat something, you must be famished,” Lyon spoke to me in a gentle tone. And then he led us away.

“I… am so going to get back at you for this….” I declared, but held onto my boyfriend’s hard tight with my soft slender arms.

Lyon smiled at me, as he always did, even as LeZeLee. He leaned closer to me in a romantic gesture, a smile creeping across his face. “Sure, but I still have to make up for last time.”

I smirked. I might have been a woman but i was still going to call the shots. “Buy me a new dress.” Because if I was going to put up with being his princess, I was going to act like it and make him wish things were still the way they were when she used to want things from me.