Chapter 2: Building Tension
As Cid slept, He dreamed more vividly than he had ever before.
Within this surreal world, he found himself standing before a large screen and platform. As he stood in the middle of the platform, both it and the screen lit up.
The screen was very similar to the character creator of Plugged. That's when Cid noticed a cursor moving towards the sliders. With a feverish intensity, the cursor hovered over his physical attributes, altering them in real-time.
Everything was changing. From the short brown hair to the hazel eyes, each detail was changing fluently. Cid's muscular physique softened, muscles yielding to a slender, more feminine form. The shift was fluid, and Cid couldn't help but follow along, watching the cursor change everything around.
It hit the "body type" slider and stopped for a brief moment, the numbers increasing rapidly until it reached the end. A sudden shockwave rolled through his entire being, as if the system was racing against an unseen force.
Cid's hands rushed up to his chest to steady himself, expecting to find a taut, athletic pectoral structure, but instead, he met supple, soft flesh. The initial sense of panic vanished, replaced by fascination as he felt the curves of a shapely figure beneath his fingertips. His hands explored further, now finding narrower shoulders, a slimmer waistline, and prominent hips.
"What the hell is happening?" he breathed, overwhelmed by the rapid transformation of his avatar.
It dawned on him then that the cursor had increased his bust size significantly.
His now impossibly large breasts pressed against the material of his shirt, feeling heavy and foreign. He let out a resigned sigh that now was muffled by a new sensation; the feeling of softness against his cheeks – a beguiling combination of plump lips and delicately smooth skin.
The cursor began to modify other features now, his jawline taking on a softer edge, his cheekbones becoming more pronounced, his nose – already quite sharp prior to this – refined further.
Seemingly without warning, the cursor came to a stop on one slider in particular: Gender.
As it selected "Female", Cid looked down to see his manhood replaced with a tight shaven pussy.
An immediate feeling of warmth radiated from between his legs as if confirming the presence of this new femininity element. The suddenness of this alteration was disorienting, but he was engrossed with fascination and was unable to tear his gaze away.
His body wavered, coalescing into a mirror-like surface for a brief moment, allowing him to see every physical detail of his new female form.
The reflection was indisputably feminine, a bewitching mixture of allure and fragility that he had never witnessed on himself before; a body draped in sleepwear that seemed to emphasize the contrast between the previous him and the current him. The sight triggered feelings that totally caught him off-guard, a confusing wave of desire and shame washing over him.
His breath hitched as he studied the mirror's reflection, grappling with the turmoil brought on by this metamorphosis. The longer he stared at himself, the more he could appreciate the strange allure of the new form. The feeling alarmed him, yet it intrigued him at the same time.
Before he could further examine this odd amalgamation of emotions, another screen lit up before him. This time it showcased various professions - teacher, doctor, scientist, chef, and many others. The list seemed endless, the words cascading down like digital droplets.
Suddenly, a cursor appeared, moving furtively between the professions, crossing out and rejecting them one by one. The rapid denials bordered on aggressive, and an indiscernible force guided the cursor's actions.
Cid observed helplessly, unsure of why he couldn't wrest back control over his avatar.
Until, finally, it halted, stopping on the last entry, barely audible above the confusion: "Pleasure Seeker." The cursor blazed red, as if sealing his fate. And with that, the platform beneath his feet trembled, as if struck by lightning.
It was an incomprehensible moment. A wave of heat surged through him, his skin tingling as if caressed by a thousand invisible hands.
Cid's body arched back, the sensation intensifying between his legs, his newfound femininity unexpectedly stirring to life. It felt as if he was in free fall, suspended within a force field that heightened every nerve ending.
He whimpered, clutching his head, unsure whether to surrender to this unbridled yearning or resist it. Yet, the digital world around him held an inexplicable control, leading him astray.
Then, the screen flickered, displaying a list of various intimate activities and encounters, accompanied by graphic illustrations.