'Plushie' by Majorkerina.

Ashley's Plushie

Ashley leaned back in his chair and cracked his neck a bit. His friend on the other side of the world had just signed off to go to bed. She promised him that she would try in her focus and dreams to turn him into a girl. He smiled a bit at that and mulled to himself. If only that were possible. To at least try for a little bit for fun.

He walked over from his room to the kitchen to get a Ramune drink he'd found at a local anime store. He pushed the marble in and sipped it slowly.

As he paused to take a breath, he heard a knock at the front door just behind him. He bent his neck around and called out, "Just a minute. Be right there." The knocking stopped and a heavy object dropped against the door and settled.

Ashley rushed over, his drink tinkling in his hand, and pulled open the door. Peering through, there was no one on his front step. There was, however, a metre-and-half parcel which just about blocked the doorway.

Eyeing it a moment, he peered around the package and muttered to himself, "What on Earth?" It seemed far too large for anything he usually ordered. Those were just small anime DVDs with the occasional plushie or poster. This looked like it was big enough to contain a scale model Asuka Langly. A prospect which suddenly intrigued Ashley.

He slipped his hands around the package as best he could. It moved easily. Slowly, he wiggled the box down the hall.

It was a slow process but eventually he was able to get it to a large enough area in his room. Staring at it, he looked around for markings of who sent it. But, scanning from the very bottom, across all the side, and then the very top, all he could see was his home address in small, penciled-in letters.

Shrugging, he got a pair of scissors and immediately went to work on the tape. There was a lot of it. Once he'd sliced through, he tugged on the edges and lifted up the ends. The interior was a snow field of plastic packing kernels. Just palming through them revealed nothing. Ashley grumbled. It seemed like such a waste.

Working slowly, he dumped the kernels into a plastic bag so he could dive deeper. It took a goodly amount of time and due diligence, but he finally found something.

It was surprisingly small for such a big box. It sat in the middle in a sea of packing materials. It was a pink, soft plushie. At first, he thought it was a bunny like the one a character he liked from an anime carried around all the time. But its ears were a bit too long and its feet were different. Then, he figured kangaroo. It looked the part. But it wasn't quite right. Like someone had made blend of a bunny with a kangaroo.

Ashley shrugged and dug a little deeper. There was a handwritten note at the bottom.

It said, "This plushie is for you. When you're stressed out and feeling down, just give this little guy a big hug and everything will change. You'll feel so much better, happier, and very different than you did a moment before. The effects are as temporary or as long as you wish."

Reading it a few times, Ashley raised an eyebrow at that comment at the bottom. That sure seemed like an odd thing to say. He looked at the bunnaroo, or whatever it was. He frankly admitted it was adorable and sat nicely on his bed. Picking it up, he shrugged and put his arms around it to give it a hug.

It felt nice and reminded him of the character he liked but nothing else happened. Although, he thought to himself, he wasn't entirely sure what would happen. So he left it on his bed and dealt with the nuance of all that packaging the plushie had come in.

For a few days, Ashley would hug the critter from time to time. Nothing happened.

And so this continued for about a week till he had a terrible day. He'd had to return another anime DVD which was terribly scratched and the store had given him a lot of trouble about it. There was heavy rain and his mood was off. He hadn't heard from his friend in a while and it was starting to bother him.

With a sigh, Ashley plopped down on his bed and leaned to his right. The plushie was right there with his fluffy arms open wide. Like he was eager for a hug.

Smiling a little, Ashley reached over and picked it up. Automatically, he wrapped his arms around it and gave it the biggest hug possible. It felt especially soft and nice to hold, like a satin pillow. He relaxed with it and gently let it go.

As he did, he suddenly felt a strange, tickling sensation. It was like when a limb falls asleep mixed with a strong, warm undulation. For Ashley, it felt really good. He marveled at the idea that a plushie could do something like that.

At first, the sensation was generalized. Then, it coursed up his body, concentrating at the top of his head, like warm water and a scalp massage. He gave into the nice feeling and stretched back on his bed. It took a moment for him to realize that his ears were suddenly covered by hair.

That made no sense to him. His hair was a scraggly cut but nowhere near long enough to cover his ears. He wondered for a moment if something had fallen on him. Reaching his hands up, he could feel only hair. And more hair. Too much hair.

Sitting up, he tugged at the hair. He winced. It was rooted. To his head. Feeling the locks a bit, he noticed the hair had somehow become glossier and silkier than he usually kept it. Like it had been through a lot of pampering.

Shaking his head, he tried to think. There was a small mirror in the clothing cupboard. He opened it quickly. It was small, really too small to see much, only about the size of his hand. It was enough.

In little glimpses, he could see neck-length hair spread on in full feathered locks. They were just a little ways from touching his shoulders. The hair looked familiar though. Like he'd seen it somewhere before in a show.

He thought he might give a little gasp or a cry of surprise, but he felt so mesmerized by it that he kept looking to get a better view.

He looked so much that he missed a sudden sleek feeling at his chin. It felt fresh and almost raw but in a good way. Like he'd taken the closest shave of his life but it didn't burn.

Prodding his cheek, the feeling was incredible. Slick and soft. And the sensation radiated all over his face. He couldn't find a trace of the daily facial hair he expected to find. The sensations flowed in waves, still warm. It was a little like a hug, but an ethereal one across his features.

Eager to see more, he rushed over next door to the larger mirror hanging in the bathroom. His eyes widened and he gasped. Before his eyes, the face he knew had not only lost all touches of facial hair but had also begun to shift in places. It flowed out with full, gentle curves and a roundness which seemed full without looking swollen. It was adorable, far more so than he could ever imagine his face being.

Ashley tugged at a cheek and made a soft little sound. It was almost like living anime. It was so adorable. He blushed a bit and the features looked even cuter. His eyes peered widely at the reflection, wider than before, as though his eyes had gotten a little bigger. Not to a crazy, anime-style degree but just enough to give a faint dab of cuteness to the image looking back at him. He gawked and almost made a 'squee'.

Chuckling a little, he felt the sensations tickle at his neck. It was warm like tea and soothing in the same way, wrapping around and within his throat. Still chuckling, he listened as the little sounds he made rose higher from a baritone till they became a girlish squeaky soprano. As he relaxed, it settled a bit, sounding more like an average girl's voice. But each bit of excitement drove it up like a cute, happy girl from an anime show.

Ashley messed around with the voice a bit, testing its limits and grinning from ear to ear. He did glance out of the bathroom for a moment to make sure no one had come in to the house and suddenly heard a girl exclaiming all sorts of crazy things.

Assured at his privacy, Ashley realized the warm sensation was dipping even lower. It fluttered out from his shoulders. Here it really felt like a nice embrace combined with a thorough massage.

As he touched his shoulders, they slowly sunk down as though deflating. Whereas they arched out before, now they were curving in, small and gentle. He traced the shift as it rode across his upper arms and all the way down to his wrist.

His mouth opened wide as he watches his soft, slender hands form. At this point, he knew there could be no doubt. He was most certainly turning into a girl, just like the hypothetical, quiet discussions he'd had with his friend. What once had been a mere musing and curiosity was now a physical reality across his body.

Turning his hands around a few times, he marveled at the fingers and how they arched when he turned them. He found them lovely. Not incredibly girly. But still they had a presence which felt unlike any he'd ever seen on that part of his body.

He put the fingers to his changed nose and gave a whiff. There was a slight scent. Subtle, like a peach-scented lotion. All the while, the sensations flowed lower.

Gasping, Ashley realized they were nearly at his chest. He gave a shiver and felt a wave of automatic arousal surge through his body.

After tracing at his upper back, the sensation flowed directly to his nipples. The thought of the feeling surged greater than the actual feeling. He could sense a new sensitivity spreading across his chest.

Looking down, he tried to control his breathing at the sight of his chest gently pushing out at his t-shirt. It didn't occur to him that his t-shirt seemed to have shifted as well to fit his changed upper torso.

With slow breaths, it almost felt as though his inhales were driving the expansion. Fuller with an unmistakable curve, his chest filled out. He felt a bit of alarm as it seemed to keep swelling. It showed so much already and it was getting bigger. Other parts of his body responded to the shape as a blush filled Ashley's cheeks.

At the point of actual worry about it getting too big, it settled down. The final shape was unmistakable, even with a t-shirt, the same with his feminine nipples etched against the fabric. Ashley squirmed a bit in place and gasped softly. They were there and they were real.

Swallowing, he bent a narrow arm up to split the cleavage. The shift was a new sensation. Despite the alarming size, Ashley would latter find he had C-cup breasts. Albeit ones formed in just the span of a few breaths. The weight was there but not enough to make him feel uncomfortable.

As he edged his touch around the form, mustering up the gumption to manipulate them directly, he felt faintly embarrassed and still worried that someone might drop in on him.

Ashley leaned against a wall and looked at himself in profile. The top third was incredibly cute and looked female. But the areas below that were untouched. Ashley desperately hoped that things wouldn't end there, leaving him looking freakish.

His heart settled as the warmth dove lower after it had done its work on his chest. It moved a little quicker through his torso, just paring down the bit of chubbiness he had and narrowing his form to one which complimented the changes so far.

Twirling a bit in place, Ashley looked down as the girlish shape he had. His waist looked like he had drawn in a very tight breath but that was now its natural shape. He did notice that his clothes still fit the same. Marveling at that, he wondered if they would change further.

He felt lithe and happy but his eyes widened as the wave settled on his lower section. The warmth nudged his hips out bit by bit till they gave a pleasant girlish curve to his jeans.

Swallowing, he especially felt arousal as the heat source met his groin. He gasped high with the massage. So many things happened so fast down there that his mind could barely track them all. What was pressing against the front of his jeans swiftly receded between tingling flesh. He felt turned inside out.

When it was done, he felt exhausted. He wanted to feel it but instead shifted a bit, which told him plenty about what he had now. There were new sensations which intrigued and perplexed him. But he held his hands away and waited for the warmth to finish what it started.

His feet were a little unsteady as he got accustomed to how…well, her…body now moved. She considered the pronoun now fitting but applied it to herself cautiously.

The warmth flowed swiftly, seeking the ground. The changes in her legs were more challenging than the ones in her arms had been. She considered sitting down to let the rest of it finish but she just braced herself against the sink.

With one last flash of warmth, it tickled her toes and then was gone, leaving Ashley completely female.

Gawking in the mirror, Ashley couldn't really think of anything to say. She stretched a bit and staggered quite a bit more to get her physical bearings. But she smiled and giggled to herself, pleased at how sweet and soft the giggles were as she said them.

Brushing at her hair, Ashley suddenly felt another rush. This time, her clothing became like a liquid across her body, melting. She gasped, worried she would be suddenly nude. But the clothes didn't fall off, they merely shifted.

Her dark t-shirt became a bright-red tank with white and black lace across it. The neckline sunk till it revealed her cleavage. Ashley looked at it and felt a new reaction in her body. She blushed and squirmed a bit more. As for her jeans, they shortened up a bit to end at her knee but they fit quite comfortably. Tiny socks enveloped her little feet.

As the butterflies and concern faded, she felt wonderful. She felt energetic and bright. Her skin almost seemed to glow. She skipped her way out of the bathroom and back to her room. Rereading the note with the plushie, she now realized what it meant. The ability to turn into a girl at any time and the ability to turn back.

Cautiously, she tested turning back. Before long, her previous male form was standing in her bedroom. Swiftly, she grabbed hold of the plushie and hugged it again. Before long, she had her female body back. Twirling in place, she pondered the possibilities, wondered if she could make other forms, considered the cute cosplay possibilities, and twirled in place.

There was family and other concerns but they faded. All her anxiety was replaced by joy. There was so much to do and to try.

Turning towards her computer, she smirked. One thing to do first. She would show her friend and delight in her open-mouth surprise and happiness.