Omega Zeta Kappa 2: ω

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Not long after he got to his room, Erwin's phone buzzed, and he reflexively picked it up to check. A group text had gone out from Rich to the whole fraternity:
Good morning everyone. The high council met today, and we have determined in a unanimous vote to convert our fine organization from a fraternity to a sorority. In order to accomplish this, a free supply of potion which changes men into women will be made available to all members. You have a week (that is, until next Saturday) to decide either to take this potion, or leave Omega Zeta Kappa with no hard feelings and as much help as you need to find new accommodations. If you take the potion, help will also be provided with adjusting to womanhood, such as with purchasing new clothes. This is what could reasonably be called a prank, but it's not on you, our dear members. The high council has already taken our potions, and will all be female by this time tomorrow. I, myself, have already seen the results:

Following this was a photo from the waist up of Rich grinning into a full-length mirror in her room, holding up her phone to take said picture. This, naturally, generated quite a lot of buzz and fuss right away.

Erwin was the first person Rich had broached his idea with. He'd spoken of contact with a reputable alchemist, one with close ties to those 'Azoth' people, who was willing to make a large batch of a custom-order potion. Actually, by the time he brought it before the council he'd already ordered said potion. The man—er, girl's timing was as almost prophetically impeccable as always, with it being shipped in only the night before so that some could be dramatically placed on the table for today's meeting.

Other people thought Rich was kind of scary, maybe even a little domineering. It was understandable; it was easy to see how he looked like an absolute dictator of the OZK from the outside. But he genuinely respected the opinions and ideas of not only the council, but the rest of their members. He knew that they were, among many other things, a fraternity of outcasts, and when the more soft-spoken of those outcasts needed a voice, Erwin was that voice. Whenever he doubted his own role as a leader, it was Rich who reassured him that he was always noticing problems far before anyone else did; that he was the one people went to first for comfort and help; that his contribution was extremely valuable.

Rich had told him more of the details of the potion's effects than everyone else. In addition to transforming men into women, it had an additional effect of briefly pulsing magic out from the transforming body to alter whatever clothes the person was wearing to fit; this was something most transformation potions couldn't hope to do, making it decidedly more expensive than the standard sort. But on top of that...well....

Even though he never made a big deal of it, Erwin really didn't like his body. He didn't like his slow metabolism, big fat belly, lack of energy...any of it. He tried exercise fairly regularly, but it didn't seem to fix things. Admittedly, he had kind of a big appetite and a weakness for all kinds of unhealthy foods that seemed to make dieting a total pipe dream for him. With the veil lifted and magic on the rise, he'd been wondering if there was a way to just...'transform himself healthy' for a while..or maybe forever? But—he'd never told anyone about that. Rich seemed to know anyway.

Another of the potion's 'nonstandard' effects was changing the drinker into a 'healthy' female form, complete with the metabolism needed to maintain that sort of appearance. There was no guarantee the results would be attractive, or even particularly fit...but it would certainly be a start. Erwin felt kind of bad, giving in to Rich's idea for such a selfish reason, but..he could think of a few other members of the OZK who probably felt somewhat similar to him about their bodies. Even if they changed back, there might be a way to keep the 'healthy' part...hopefully. But Erwin was personally okay with being a girl, if it meant being fit. He'd always been teased about having girlish mannerisms, hobbies and interests, or being kind of a wimp overall, anyway, and he liked his personality—'toughening up' or whatever could only feel fake to him. So, if anything, it'd be nice to have an outward appearance that made that 'normal' to others. He argued with himself over this for a bit, but soon came to understand Rich's other reasons, and slowly...to agree with those, too.

One corner of Erwin's room, which the sunlight from the third-story window hit particularly well, was a miniature paint studio, with a canvas, chair, paints and a tarp laid out over the floor to prevent any spills from making a permanent mess. In addition to what he was learning and his hopeful future occupation, painting was a kind of therapy for Erwin. He always felt calm and almost 'zen' when he was fully focused on painting. With his heart racing after watching Rich's transformation into a cute girl, and now anticipating his own, the painter-in-training went straight for that corner of his room as soon as he got inside, picking up his brush and getting striaght to work on a half-finished landscape.

Erwin soon fidgeted, his heart still beating a bit fast. It was hard to calm down and focus while he was still anticipating the change. How long would it be before it started? A few minutes? An hour? All the way until tomorrow? His visually-oriented mind couldn't help but picture what he might look like as a girl, sifting through a variety of possibilities and unable to decide just what he'd like best. It wasn't long before he set his brush down in a sort of happy frustration, getting up to pace nervously around the room.

He stepped across to the other corner, going around his bed. Then he backtracked, returning to the canvas. On his third trip across he paused, right next to the bed, feeling a strange sort of twinge down between his legs.

His heart started racing again. Was this it?! The twinge developed into a faint tingling, and then the tingling grew steadily stronger...this was it! A sudden, sharp tug made Erwin gasp and stumble, putting out his hands and catching himself on the bed; he quickly turned around to sit facing out from the foot of the bed, looking down and starting to feel a warmth on his cheeks.

"Mmmnnnghh..." Tug, slip, shrink..nothing else seemed to be happening, but Erwin's manhood was definitely getting smaller. He squirmed around in place, almost willing it to vanish away at the same time as anxiously hoping things would turn out as good as he'd thought they would. Some doubt crept in only from the fact that this seemed to be the only part of him changing, but..it'd be ridiculous for the potion to just turn him into a girl who looked exactly like he did as a guy, right?!

"Aa~aah..ah?" Erwin heard his voice crack strangely, and then it sounded a little higher than before. "I-it..m-my voi~ice," he mumbled, hearing its pitch steadily rise the whole time. "Aa~ah!" It changed still more as he softly, breathily cried out in response to a particularly sharp tug down there. And then—"O-oh, mm~mmnnhh..!" He felt his manhood finally, mercifully melt itself away, changing instantly into the opposite sex's counterpart, and her voice slid up into a high, soft, cute soprano at the same time, presenting itself in a quiet, breathy "Aa~aahnn.." that slipped out as she felt her first wave of girlish pleasure.

Erwin panted softly for a couple of seconds, still blushing brightly and looking down at her still mostly-unchanged body. "W-wow, it really..I-I'm..mm~mhh..!" Her half-coherent musing was interrupted by a sudden pressure all across her belly, one which seemed to have the effect of pushing her gut in, shrinking it visibly, and pushing some of its mass down into her hips and thighs. "O-oh..hhaa~aahh..." She sighed soft and high, her hips wriggling back and forth as they spread out, her butt pressing back against the bed as it grew rounder and softer, her thighs thickening even as her lower legs slimmed down.

The pressure crawled its way up to her shoulders, arms and face, joined by a wave of faint tingling as her body hair and beard instantly vanished away, but still stayed at its strongest on her shrinking belly. The tingling persisted across her chest, and she could feel her nipples slowly widening and lengthening against the material of her shirt, drawing a soft, high "Aa~aahh.." and more blushing and squirming. Her face grew smaller, softer, and rounder, soon gaining a sweet, innocent and cute look to it that perfectly matched her gentle personality. At the same time, her shoulders narrowed and her arms slimmed, her hands shrinking and her frame melting into a slimmer, more feminine shape.

As the growth of her lower body slowed to a halt, the new girl's chest pushed forward gently—almost experimentally, it seemed to her. What had been a flabby boy's chest reshaped into a mid-sized pair of breasts, the bigger bumps under her shirt accentuated all the more by her increasingly small gut. At this point she felt a wave of tingles from her scalp, drawing a startled "W-wah!" As her deep brown hair suddenly spilled out, trickling down the sides of her face and streaming its way down her back, past her waist and hips until the gorgeous, soft locks began to pool themselves on the bed. "O-oh, m-my~yy.." she mumbled happily, running her hand through the pretty, long, velvety hair and instantly falling in love with it—more than enough to be willing to care for and maintain such a voluminous mane.

"Aa, aa~aahh.." The pressure on Erwin's belly reasserted itself now, pushing the mass instead upward and causing her breasts to begin to push out and expand much more violently and rapidly. They proved quite sensitive now, as they moved across the soft material of her shirt and began to stretch it out to fit them, pulling the hem steadily up just to get enough material to not burst. "Aah, aa~aahnn..!" she softly cried out in girlish pleasure once again, this time even more intense than before, as she felt her waist flatten and trim all the way down and still her breasts continued to grow.

"M-mnh..!" As she squeaked and sighed, soft and high, her luscious hips still squirming back and forth on the bed, Erwin felt femininity soaking into her from head to toe. She felt beautiful and soft, beginning to imagine herself in all kinds of girly clothes—how cute she'd look, and even how cute the boys looking at her might be..! As her breasts gave one final push, drawing out an immensely happy and relieved sigh of "Hh~aaaAAaahh~," Erwin found it difficult to even imagine going back to being any kind of guy at all.

As she slowly, steadily caught her breath, the curvy, tall woman felt her clothes gently reshaping on her. Her pants split off at the very top of her thighs, the lower part softening, thinning and shrinking into a pair of dark tights as her male underwear changed into a pair of boyshorts beneath them. The, meanwhile, pulled into a very tight pair of short jean-shorts. Her shirt's sleeves folded inward, changing into a bra big enough to hold her enormous bust, while the rest grew a bit longer and tighter, the collar reaching itself up her neck, as it became a thick, sleeveless white turtleneck. With that, it was all over.

The instant she had recovered her breath, Erwin hurried to stand up, wobble around in place slightly as her legs were actually a little weak from...things, and then carefully stumble over to her bathroom to get a good look in the mirror.

 

Erwin couldn't resist brushing a hand through a bit of her hair again as she smiled and blushed at her new look. While a bit tomboyish, the new threads did quite a bit to show off her newfound figure: The huge globes her chest had become, the wide hips, and of course her narrow, slender, completely flat waist. While such a curvy figure meant she was still a bit 'big' for a girl, all of the fat was at least in the best possible places. Anyway, she had lost maybe an inch or two of height if that, leaving her quite tall for a woman and making the hourglass figure quite a bit more appealing on her. Besides all of that, her voice...

"H-heheh..." Giggling softly, Erwin couldn't help but feel that the high, adorable voice fit her softspoken demeanor perfectly. It was easy to imagine comforting someone with this voice; it was wonderful to see her body present the softness she'd felt was inside her her entire life. She felt..strangely free, and happy, to see it.

As she turned around to go back to her bedroom, sit down and get to work on painting for real this time, Erwin couldn't help but wonder...had Rich somehow known she'd like this so much? It seemed like there were a lot of things Rich knew that he...that she shouldn't have any way to know, after all. Well—maybe it was something one could deduce, after all; it was certainly something she'd mostly realized herself over the past couple of weeks. Whatever the case, Erwin was certainly grateful for the red-eyed girl's scheme, even if it wound up a bit of a disaster for their..sorority in the end. Maybe she could help others feel better about it, though, starting with the rest of the council. But, for now...she had a landscape to paint while she processed this torrent of new and exciting thoughts.