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Matthew college student male to female transformation called Madison. reality alters so everyone besides the former Boy always though he was a girl. forced to watch as his dorm room becomes more feminine., his clothes also alter becoming more feminine. his glasses take on a feminine look,, his sweatpants is changing slowly starts from the ankle rising up to the knee then to the thigh and crotch and eventually cover her up to his high waist becoming form fitting leggings that hugged her body and she watches as material is changing intro a mix of nylon and spandex. she tries to stop her sweatpants turning into leggings, she pulls on them but can only watch as the material in her now slender fingers warps from a soft fleece to a stretchy black fabric. it is so tight that he is not able to fit his hands inside the leggings and the crotch space meant for male genitals shrinks until it disappears from the leggings now becoming just a seam were the two pieces were stitched together the material she pulls at the crotch space but when she lets go it now sits flat agents her now female anatomy with no hint of a buldge describe the leggings, for her new female genitals do not require such a space the leggings now being skin tight to her body.
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Prompt: Matthew college student male to female transformation called Madison. reality alters so everyone besides the former Boy always though he was a girl. forced to watch as his dorm room becomes more feminine., his clothes also alter becoming more feminine. his glasses take on a feminine look,, his sweatpants is changing slowly starts from the ankle rising up to the knee then to the thigh and crotch and eventually cover her up to his high waist becoming form fitting leggings that hugged her body and she watches as material is changing intro a mix of nylon and spandex. she tries to stop her sweatpants turning into leggings, she pulls on them but can only watch as the material in her now slender fingers warps from a soft fleece to a stretchy black fabric. it is so tight that he is not able to fit his hands inside the leggings and the crotch space meant for male genitals shrinks until it disappears from the leggings now becoming just a seam were the two pieces were stitched together the material she pulls at the crotch space but when she lets go it now sits flat agents her now female anatomy with no hint of a buldge describe the leggings, for her new female genitals do not require such a space the leggings now being skin tight to her body.
Response: Matthew found himself in a strange and bewildering reality, the specifics and probabilities of which escaped his reasoning. Seemingly outgunned by this newfound existence, his reality started twisting into something truly perplexing. Matthew - or Madison, as she now apparently was in this capricious reality - watched with a complex cocktail of fear, curiosity, and disbelief as her once masculinely decorated dorm room began to shift right before her bewildered eyes. The once monochrome posters of rock bands and car models were replaced by pastel drawings of lilies, roses, and landscapes. Her minimalist bookshelf was gradually graced by volumes of Jane Austen and Emily Brontë, their spines adorned with flowery print. The room was unarguably feminine now, far removed from her former testosterone-drenched haven. Her clothes, akin to her room, were changing too. The oversize hoodies and shapeless T-shirts mutated into trendy crop tops and tailored blouses. Twill trousers whooped into high-waist skirts, skinny jeans into patterned harem pants. But the most shocking transformation was yet to come. Her worn-out pair of blue sweatpants, her comfort zone, was also starting to crawl away from its former identity. God help her, she laid a hand on her sweatpants, praying the transformation would halt, but all she could do was watch with wide-eyed terror. The fabric began to change texture inch by inch, transitioning from a soft fleece material to a slick, pitch-black mix of nylon and spandex. The metamorphosis commenced at her ankles, creeping up her shin, to her knees, thighs, and crotch. The material clung tight, smothering her figure into an indisputably voluptuous one. So close-fitting were her transformed leggings, that she doubted her bare skin could breathe freely. No hand or stray breeze could slip past the firm hug it had on her newly feminine form. She grasped at the crotch area of her leggings, pulling the material upwards. But the substantial wardrobe she was accustomed to had vanished, leaving behind a thin groove. The fabric of the leggings was no longer stretched outward, accommodating the space once reserved for a man's pride. Hesitantly, Madison released her hold, silently watching as the fabric readjusted itself. Flat and undisturbed, it lay snugly against her newly minted anatomy. Gone was the bulge; a smooth line now broke the expanse of the leggings. The reality of her transformation hit home hard. She was no longer Matthew the college boy. She was Madison, and these skin-tight leggings were now her second skin, adhering to her new womanly reality.
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