Linked to the tok [TG, MC]

 

Max exhaled an exasperated sigh as he laid on his bed, mindlessly scrolling through his phone. The old cycle continued, he’d open an app, refresh. See nothing new, open a new app, refresh. And so on for hours at a time. Fed up of this cycle, Max decided it was time for a change. Searching through his Home Screen, until he eventually found it. Tiktok. The app he’d been avoiding for so long. Despite his preconceived ideas, his friends had convinced him to install the clock app, telling him it was “the place to be” or whatever. Rolling his eyes, Max opened the app, and began watching.
“Is this it?” He thought to himself, scrolling through his page. Dance video after dance video. All the same. Max smirked to himself, smugly imagining boasting to his friends about how he was “right all along” about the stupid app.

Overwhelmed with boredom, Max contemplated returning to his old habit. That was, until the young man stumbled onto a video. A certain kind of video. There stood a young woman, mid-twenties, dressed in some kind of bunny cosplay, chirpily dancing at the camera. She was cute, Max thought. He couldn’t put his finger on why, but this girl seemed to… speak to him. In a certain way. Deciding to leave a leave a like, Max scrolled on to the next video. But the next video wasn’t the same. By all means, it was the same kind of video in just about every way, but it just felt… wrong? He didn’t like it like he did the last. Max just couldn’t get the bunny girl out of his head. Giving in to his imagination, Max scrolled back up. A light smile across his face, he watched the video loop several times over, left alone in his thoughts. This TikTok thing seemed… fun? I mean, it was like nothing he’d ever done before, and it was difficult to imagine himself ever being… popular. But surely it wouldn’t hurt to try, right? No? Yes. Of course. “You’ll never know if you don’t go.” Max thought, before pressing the cross at the bottom of the screen.

Max was greeted by the front facing camera, displaying his own face in front of him. His short, brown hair a complete mess. “Ok?” He thought. “Where to begin?” Scanning his room, he spotted a set of drawers against his wall. “Good place to put the camera.” He agreed to himself. Getting up and placing the device against his wall. Setting the timer and pressing go, Max took a step back, before noticing his first problem; he was tall. Watching the preview, the young man could tell that he was barely in frame. Sighing, he picked up his phone before pressing “stop”. “Time to try again.” He figured, once again pressing the timer. This time, Max took several steps back, until he was almost against his opposite wall. It was awkward, but he now fit in frame perfectly. Brushing his hair back, Max watched the counter reach zero, before being hit with his second problem. He did not have a clue how to dance. As the video began to record, Max made an awkward attempt at moving his arms and legs. Wincing to himself. As the video came to a close, Max picked his phone up to watch his “dancing” back. It was horrendous. Max reset the video after only a few seconds. He’d seen enough already. He looked incredibly awkward, and his hair was an absolute mess. Loose strands had found their way past his shoulders. “Has my hair always been that long?” He pondered, before immediately dismissing himself as just needing a haircut.

“Time to try that again.” Max encouraged himself, before placing his phone on another timer. Taking a few steps back, He noticed that he now fit in frame fine, despite being a few steps closer than he had been last time. Odd. Had he placed the phone at an angle? Impossible, it was flat against the wall. So why was he…
Max’s train of thought was interrupted by the timer reaching zero. This time, Max moved with slightly more confidence. He still possessed zero choreography, but he at least looked as though he intended to move that way. Once again, the video ended, and max wandered over to take a look. At least watching the entire preview this time, Max could not help but continue to cringe at himself. He was hopeless. Nobody would ever watch that, would they? What worried him more, however, was the way the video looped. As the playback reset, Max could not help but see that he stood a good few inches shorter at the end of the video as opposed to the beginning. Was he… shrinking? “No. That’s ludicrous. The phone must have slipped down during filming.” He reassured himself. “Shows what I know about filming.” He laughed to himself, before resetting the timer once again.

Taking a step back. Max fiddled with his now entirely shoulder length hair, as we waited for the timer to hit zero. This time, he elected to move his fingers along with his so called dance. Max could almost feel a tingle throughout his arms and hands as he moved. They felt almost… lighter. As if masses of fat and muscle had disappeared. This time, the recording ended, as Max rushed over to see how his new idea looked. Grabbing his phone, he could notice that the device felt much bigger in his hands than previously. Strange. It’s not like hands could shrink, right? “I must be tired.” He dismissed, “anyway.” Much to his delight, the dance did look a large improvement over previously. But it still lacked something. But what? A bit of movement! That’s what! He was far too static.

Setting up again. Max only had to take one step back to fit in frame just fine (as always, duhh.) before the video started again. Max began to move around within the frame. As he did so, his feet shrank massively. Furthermore, his legs became somewhat more slender, leaving him with a spring in his step as he stepped back and forth. The video ended, and Max grabbed his phone without a second thought. Watching through the preview, Max felt an itch spread throughout his body. Too occupied watching his video, he barely noticed his body hair rescind back into his body.
“It’s better, but still not good enough.” He said aloud, “my viewers aren’t gonna want to see this!” His viewers? What was he on about? He had no viewers, did he? If he had no viewers, why was he making a video?

Without even meaning to do so max had already pressed the timer. Brushing i his hair in front of his chest, he decided to lean forward to give a close up of his face. Watching himself, he could see his face. His gorgeous blue eyes looking back at him, the foundation across his face, the way his lipstick blossomed red. He looked perfect. Taking a step back, he performed his dance with confidence. Skipping forward, he grabbed his phone again. Watching on with a pout, he contemplated what he could do to make the dance even better. “Hmmm… he thought aloud with a feminine voice. “Maybe if i show off my tits…” Tits?? What tits? He didn’t… guys didn’t…Max didn’t… Max..? Who’s….
The video once again started playing. With a smile on his face, he danced to the music, making sure to show off plenty of his perfect tits in the process.
Smiling, he grabbed his phone again. Watching on, he barely noticed his clothes begin to change. His jeans thinned out and hugged his skin, becoming tights. His shirt became a more latex material as it moved down his body, revealing his bare shoulders and showing off his womanly cleavage. Meanwhile, a headband formed on his long hair, two bunny ears growing out on top. A bow tie wrapped itself around his feminine neck as cuffs appeared on his thin wrists, completing the cosplay look.

“Perfect!” He giggled, “I should do one more just for luck!” Stepping back, he danced in perfect time, internally laughing at his silly thoughts. Of course guys didn’t have tits! But she wasn’t a guy! She had a vagina! As she always had! “Trust me to have a moment like that!” She thought to herself.

Finishing her video, Emiru giggled to herself, before posting the video to all of her loyal followers.

“What cosplay should I do next?” She giggled to herself. One thing was for certain, she loved tiktok!