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Anthro Fluttershy Costume TF/TG
You're trapped in a room with no exit. Row of costumes of fictional female air-dwellers surround the room. The only way to leave is to pick one and put it on.
Out of the corner of your eye, you notice some rather familiar-looking costumes. You see two bodysuits that greatly resemble Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy from one of your favorite shows, My Little Pony. Since Fluttershy was your favorite, you grab the one that looks like her.
As you grab it, you see all the other costumes disappear. "Looks like I'm committed..." you say to yourself. Upon closer inspection, you saw that the costume is an anthro one. You slip off your arms into the sleeves of the costume, and see that they fit perfectly into the costume's dainty arms and hands. You kick off your shoes and step into the costume's legs. Your feet seem to round out into hoof-like shapes, perfectly fitting into the costume's feet.
Your hips also seem to widen until you feel them brush against the fabric on the inside. You reach toward t
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Keith snapped his brief case shut looking back down at Chucky. “So you ever going to stop staring?”
Chucky gasped again looking at his magnificent stomach. “I just, I can’t believe it actually-“
“Worked? Yeah people say that a lot?”
Chucky had been transformed into a fit young woman. He was on the floor his back pressed against the wall staring at his tight abs.
“This is incredible.”
“You actually turned out quite nice, that bra and jeans look a lot better on you in your current state.” Keith laughed.
“Yeah I thought it’d be better putting on the clothes first before the whole change.” Chucky said smiling.
“Yeah with the batch you bought naked and sleeping is the best way to go. But sense you were in such a rush I let you go ahead and give it a spin. You don’t mind the color of your hair do you?” Keith asked.
“Umm no, what does it look bad?” Chucky asked.
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
to crumble up
the remnant pieces
of my love for you
and throw them in the trash
but I'm such a bad shot.
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