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Response: At a bustling university, cocooned in town bustling with student life, was the vibrant and seemingly carefree Matthew, an everyday college student. But this wasn't going to last. Something moved in the shadows of reality, about to shatter the persona he had embraced all his life. One ordinary evening, things started to inexplicably change. Matthew observed with confusion and apprehension, the profound transformation ensuing. His modest college dormitory, which he shared with no one else, became unrecognizable. The worn-out posters of rock bands on the walls made way for vibrant wall art, the hard-lines of his furniture softened, the colors palette around the dorm shifted towards pastel hues, and fresh floral fragrances began to waft around. His masculine haven was slowly, relentlessly transforming into a feminine sanctuary. He blinked, prying the feminine glasses now perched on his nose, as if that would halt this unforeseen metamorphosis. But his change wasn't confined to the surroundings. The most disconcerting was the transformation of his own identity. His body started feeling foreign to him. He was confused, even scared. The sights were jarring enough without the changes his body was undergoing. The sensation started at the base of his legs as he watched helplessly. His trusted sweatpants began to change, like the rest of his reality. It started from the ankle, the comfortable loose fit began to hug his skin more tightly. When it struggled up to his knee, Matthew tried to resist; he yanked at the cloth, trying to preserve that familiar comfort that his sweatpants once offered. But his attempts were futile. His once robust fingers had transformed into slender, delicate appendages, unable to stop the indomitable transformation. Mocking his futile struggle, the material of his sweatpants warped from familiar, simple fleece into an alien blend of nylon and spandex. The once loose fit encasing his legs transformed into form-fitting leggings, skin-tight, outlining every contour and feminine shape of his legs. It was as if the leggings had integrated into them, merging with his alien skin. Continuing their inexorable change, they climbed even further. By the time they reached his high-waisted hips, all semblance of the old sweatpants was lost. They now sat, unyieldingly constricting yet oddly comforting, a seamless sheath of black fabric against his newly feminine figure. The crotch space meant for his male anatomy disappeared, shrinking into nothing but a seam, conforming to his new female form. Finding herself in a state of uninvited acceptance, Madison—no longer Matthew, pulled at the seam sadly, straining against its negligible give. When she let go, it returned to its flat form, pressing against her femininity. It solidified her new reality, affirming, that her presence had forever altered. She was no longer Matthew, but Madison, conformed into the mould of femininity by forces beyond her understanding. Her new form did not require any space for male genitalia, he was wholly female now, presented impeccably by her leggings that fitted her form perfectly, like a second skin.