The game [TG, MC]

Ethan sat anxiously, tapping his leg as he waited. It was a lovely summers day, and the sun was just beginning to paint the sky a tint of yellow, though still high enough to beat down a relaxing warmth. Ethan, however, had no interest in the beauty of nature right now. The time was 7:24, 24 minutes after the pair had agreed to meet. Ethan had already finished his first drink and was using all the self-control within him to avoid getting another. Though he had been talking to Harriet online for some time, this was their first time meeting, and Ethan started to ponder whether or not she would show up at all.

“Hello there, sir.” A deep, gruff voice beckoned from above him. Glancing up, Ethan saw a young man, mid to late twenties, looking down at him. He didn’t appear as though he worked here, and he held a small, unmarked box in his hands.

“Uhh… can I help you?” Ethan responded in a dismissive tone, uninterested in starting a conversation.

“Well, I couldn’t help but notice you were sat alone.” The man continued, much to the offence of Ethan. What business of his was it if he was sat alone? “Mind if I join you?” Ethan was quick to give him a cold look, as if to telegraph to him that he had overstepped.

“Well, actually, I have a date arriving soon, so I’d rat-“

“Oh, this will take no time at all.” The man cut him off, taking a seat across table from Ethan, despite the clear rejection of his request. “I just want to play a quick game with you.”

“A game?” Ethan asked, frustration quickly building within him. “Look, I really don’t have time for whatever the hell this is, so can you please-“

“I promise you, sir, this will only take a minute.” The man cut him off again. It was quickly becoming clear to Ethan that this guy would not leave unless he entertained him at least somewhat.

“alright, fine. What is it?” Ethan sighed, eager to get this over with.

“Uno. I challenge you to a simple game of uno.” He declared, opening his box with a smile to reveal a stack of regular old uno cards.

“That’s it?” Ethan scoffed, uninterested in this waste of time. “I’m not gonna play-“

“There are stakes.” The man butted in again, his voice the embodiment of calmness. “A very special set of stakes. Stakes that I promise you, you will not believe.” Ethan raised his eyebrow. What did he mean by that? Was it money? Ethan was not much of a gambling man, but he was street smart enough to know that anybody going around offering a bet was probably a scammer.

“I’m not wagering any money. Ethan declared, matter of factly. The man simply laughed in response.

“Money? No, I’m not interested in money.” He stated. “No, the stakes of this game are very simple.” The man leaned forward, as if to whisper. “The winner of this game, turns the loser to whatever they desire them to be.” Now it was Ethan’s turn to laugh.

“Seriously? That’s ridiculous.” He smirked. “You’re full of shit!”

“I told you, you would not believe me.” The man spoke, unfazed by Ethan’s reaction. “But, since it is clear to me you have no intention of playing, I will throw in something extra for you.” The man reached into his pocket, pulled out his wallet, and placed a collection of $100 bills on the table. “If you win, this money is yours. That’s $2000.” The man smiled. “You do not need to wager any money.”

Ethan paused, considering his offer. He was still pretty certain that this was some kind of scam. But $2000 was $2000.

“Okay.” Ethan finally broke his silence. “You’re on.”

“Great! My name is Alex, by the way” Alex introduced himself, offering a handshake that Ethan did not accept. “The rules are simple. We both touch this box, and we picture what we desire the other to be. After that, the play simple uno. No party tricks. The closer a player is to winning, the closer to their desired image the opponent becomes. All understood?”

“understood.” Ethan agreed, laughing internally at the ridiculousness of Alex’s so called ‘game’

“ah, great.” Alex smiled. “Now, place your hand on the box please.” Ethan rolled his eyes, reluctantly placing his hand on the box, Alex following suit. “Now, think!”

Ethan did think. What did he want Alex to be? Away from him, for one. Though he conceded that perhaps that would not be physically possible given the second rule of the game. But what else? Embarrassed. That was it, embarrassed. He wanted Alex to be physically embarrassed of how stupid he was, and after he took his money, he WOULD be, with or without any ridiculous ‘stakes’.

“Okay, I’m done.” Ethan stated, retracting his hand from the box.

“very good.” Alex smiled, removing the Uno cards and placing them in a neat stack on the table. “You may deal.” Ethan nodded in acknowledgement. Picking up the stack, he shuffled the cards, and dealt alternatingly until both players had seven cards each, with one card face up in the centre; a yellow seven. Glancing down at his own cards, he had:

A yellow 6, a yellow 2, a blue 1, a red reverse card, a green 9, a blue 4, and a red +2

Not a bad deck, he thought to himself. He could work with this.

“hmm, my go first.” Alex stated, placing a yellow 1 down on the deck. Nice, Ethan could certainly work with this, glancing down at his deck, he had four options to choose from! Taking a moment, he contemplated whether to play his Yellow 6 or his re-

Ethan was cut off by an overwhelming sensation engulfing his arms and hands. It was a feeling that he had never experienced before, like receiving a massage, but with pins and needles throughout his limbs. Much as he tried, Ethan could not decide if the feeling was pleasant or horrific. Glancing down to the source of the feeling, he soon decided on the latter. Ethan watched as the sensation crushed his hands and fingers, crumpling them and shrinking his very bones until his fingers were small and delicate. His arms were not safe, either, as the feeling pulsed through them like a wave, each cusp eating away at the fat and muscle until his arms were thin enough to compliment his new hands. Slowly, the sensation began to fade, and Ethan was left stunned. There was no denying that these changes were very much real. The young man looked horrified at the delicate, manicured hands that now held his cards, much to the amusement of Alex.

“I see you have been introduced to the rules of our game.” He smirked. “I trust that you believe me now?”

“Change me back.” Ethan muttered, his annoyance turning to fear. “what the hell did you do? I don’t… I don’t want to play anymore.” Alex chuckled, “Oh, dear. We are simply playing the game. And I’m afraid, you cannot leave now, even if you wanted to.” Ethan called his bluff, attempting to stand. Shit, he was right. No matter what Ethan did, he simply could not tell his body to stand up.

“Now play.” Alex was firm. Ethan glanced down at his cards once again. It looked as though he really did have to play this twisted game. But what to play? Ethan reached into his deck, pulling out a yellow 6 and placing it atop the deck.

“hmmm. I cannot play.” Alex conceded, reaching for the deck and picking up a card. As he did, that strange sensation enveloped Ethan’s limbs once again. Bracing for the worst, Ethan closed his eyes… but there was no crushing sensation? Opening his eyes, Ethan looked down to see that his hands and arms had returned to what they once were.

“see? I am further from winning; therefore, you are further from my desire.” Alex explained. So he was telling the truth after all. Shit, this game just got serious, fast. “your turn.” Alex motioned for Ethan to take his turn. Obliging, he glanced one again at his cards. Now what? On this occasion, Ethan had considerably less choice - just one in fact. He pulled out his yellow 2 and placed it on the deck.

“hmmm… I wonder what you have chosen for me.” Alex pondered aloud, shuffling through his cards. “I can’t imagine you taking my wager seriously when we made it, so your desire must not be too clever or tactical.” He continued, placing a green 2 on the deck. “Though I do admit, I have an unfamiliar feeling of anxiety. Nothing I haven’t felt before, but certainly unexpected.”

“You’ll see.” Ethan taunted, trying to play it cool as the sensation returned again. This time, the feeling was not unexpected, and neither was the result. His hands and arms were once again thin and dainty. Trying to push the thought to the back of his mind, he scanned over his own cards once again. Shit, he could only play one card again. With his best try at a poker face, Ethan set his green 9 on the table.

This time, Alex was silent. Ethan began to hope. Could he not play? Would he have to pick up again? His hopes were soon vanquished as Alex played a green 8. Shit. Ethan braced as the feeling overtook him once again. This time, however, it attacked his lower half. Ethan squirmed in his seat as he began to change. his feet were overloaded by a sensation eerily similar to his hands, as they crunched and shrunk, softening as they did so. Unlike the previous transformation, in which the missing body mass seemed to vanish into thin air, the substance travelled somewhere: his legs. A fuzzy warmth pulsed through his legs as his thighs felt as though they were inflating, raising Ethan in his chair by a half inch or two. He would never admit it (neither to Alex nor himself) but the feeling was oddly… pleasant? It was hardly something he wanted to happen again, quite the opposite, but he was not exactly writhing in pain, either.

“your turn” Alex spoke again. Ethan took to his deck. Shit. Blue 1, Blue 4, Red reverse card, Red +2. He could not go. Worried, Ethan glanced over to Alex, who simply smirked at him as he watched. Facing no other option than to concede, Ethan picked a card from the deck. A yellow 5. Okay, not great, not terrible. But his lead was gone. He had no idea how, but he would have to pull this back against the master of this game.

“Hmmm…” Alex murmured, out of genuine consideration rather than taunt. Perhaps this was a side effect of the game? Perhaps Ethan could take advantage, should he whittle down his cards a bit more? All questions that would have to wait, as Alex placed his card. A green 5. Ethan closed his eyes expectantly, as the fuzzy feeling washed over him once more. This time, rather than a limb, his entire body was surrounded by the force, and he shrunk significantly. Ethan stood at a proud 6’0 usually, though as the feeling coursed across his skin, the number slowly began to shrink. 5’11, 5’10, 5’9… until eventually he stood at a slightly less dignified 5’6. Opening his eyes to a somewhat taller Alex, an unthought of yet decidedly urgent question crossed Ethan’s mind for the first time.

What was Alex *actually* doing to him?

Yeah, he knew he was using his crazy unexplainable magic powers, but what was his end goal? What was his ‘desire’ as he called it? Truthfully, Ethan did not want to wait long enough to find out. Hurriedly, he played his Yellow 5 card. A quick glance in the direction of his opponent showed his reaction. It was minor, but Alex undeniably reacted to Ethan’s play. Interesting. It was minor, frustratingly minor, but Alex was unquestionably less composed than he had been at the beginning of the game. The good news ended there for Ethan, however, as despite his momentary lapse, Alex had an answer. A red 5. It was time again for Ethan to change. this time, however, the change was more… subtle? The young man could feel a slight tickle originating from his scalp. Indeed, a small itch calmy washed over his entire body. Slowly, his body hair regressed into his skin, giving his arms, legs, chest and face a silky-smooth look and feel. His hair, meanwhile, grew out significantly. Whilst his hair had previously been cut short, almost buzzcut around his sides, it now rushed down his face cascading down and coming to a halt around his chest area. Not done yet, Ethan winced as the feeling grew stronger, and more enlightening to the touch. Rather than a gentle itch, the sensation became a strong combing, passing through his head in turns as his hair styled itself beautifully, combing itself back into a modern, feminine style.

The sensation passing over once again, Ethan blinked. Instinctively brushing a stray hair out of his face. Was he? No, surely he wasn’t… There was no time to dwell on what Alex was doing, however disturbing it may be, because Ethan was *finally* going to get a win. He had a plus 2 card! Triumphantly, he pulled the card out of his deck, almost slamming it upon the table.

“have that!” He exclaimed joyfully. Alex having no answer. If Ethan wasn’t mistaken, he could almost see his cheeks start to blush? Oh my, he could actually do it! Unless Alex also had a plus 2 card? No, surely not, with that reaction. And soon enough, Ethan was proven correct, as Alex sighed and picked up TWO new cards. this was good for him, he now had a two card lead, becoming a THREE card lead as soon as he made his own play, and not to mention-

The feeling was short and sweet this time, hair in his body returning to him, as his hair withered away in sacrifice. His short cut had returned, proudly adorning his hair once more. What wasn’t short, was his height, as the 6 inches he had lost came back to him in an instant. It was Ethan’s time to grin, maybe he could finish it quickly? His cards lined up incredibly well, all he needed was a bit of luck, and he could be- No, he couldn’t get ahead of himself. Retreating to his deck, Ethan played the only card he could; a red reverse card. The young man noticed Alex begin to shuffle slightly in his seat, clearly uncomfortable with the situation unfolding before him. Ethan, not the hurtful type, couldn’t help but take some joy in seeing a once smug man so clearly flustered. Nonetheless, he at least had an answer for now. Alex played a red 9. Ethan cursed himself for allowing schadenfreude to tempt him like that. He had to stay focused. He was so close! Before he could concede, the force surrounded him again. The fuzzy cloak of the power shrinking him back down to his previous 5’6. The feeling was quicker this time, as if the first occasion was a practice, the tricks and methods now completely familiar. Again, the forces subsided, as was becoming routine to him, and Ethan glanced down at his deck. shit, he cant play. Quickly reaching for a new card and placing it in his deck. A green 1. Not ideal, but he’ll take it.

“Your turn” Ethan mumbled, watching disheartedly as the blemishes on Alex’s face somewhat subsided. With a straight poker face, he played a blue 9. Ethan nodded contently, as he awaited the wave of changes. Almost simultaneously, the same itching that he had experienced before engulfed him, his body hair once again disappearing whilst his scalp blossomed, giving him that gorgeous, womanly style.

Wait. That was it.

The sensation subsided, and Ethan glared at Alex, a mixture of rage and fear bubbling over beneath him.

“What are you doing to me?” He almost yelled, the other patron’s of the bar starting to take notice. “Are you turning me into a… ugh!” Ethan couldn’t say the word, he couldn’t quite believe it.

“I..uh, NO!” Alex responded, clearly taken aback by Ethan’s sudden change in composure.

“Yes you are! What, am I stuck like this?” Ethan asked, clearly seeing through Alex’s poorly composed lie.

“Uh, I- Not if you win, you’re not!” Alex stuttered, his cheeks an apple red. “Just shut up and take your turn!” Ethan was unsatisfied with his responses, but conceded that, unless he were to wake up and have this all be a dream, the only way out was to continue playing. He turned to his cards. He still had 2 blue cards. but which to play? Play his cards right here, and he could win this very quickly indeed. Ethan already possessed two of the 1 cards, se he figured the chances of Alex having one were relatively low, plus, keeping two different numbers in his arsenal was advantageous. So logically, Blue 1 was the choice. Placing his card down, he noticed the previously disappearing blushes returning to Alex’s face, and the man began to shuffle once again. This was good. He watched as Alex nervously placed down his own card. A blue 5. This was REALLY good. He was guaranteed to call Uno. For a moment, Ethan allowed himself to laugh internally at the kind of state Alex would be in when his opponent had one single card. Shaking, embarrassed, begging his new captor not to end the game and make his change a permanent one.

Just then, what felt like the rush of water from a particularly strong shower head struck Ethan in the face. Ah, the changes, he’d forgotten about the changes. As they washed over him, he could feel his face softening, his head shape becoming rounder. He felt the ‘water’ across his eyes as they became larger, and doe like. The feeling coursed through his nose and nostrils, his bones bending and cracking as it became smaller and rounder. Furthermore, the sensation pinched his lips, his mouth tingling as it reshaped them, become more pronounced, cute and kissable. Finally, his lips were parted open by the pressure of the force, as it rushed through his mouth and down his throat. Soon enough, Ethan’s adam’s apple was no more, the water washing it away and into the void that the force seemed to subside in.

Ethan coughed, recovering from the most recent attack on his body. Glancing up, he could not help but catch his reflection in a nearby mirror. He could only look from a distance, of course, he was still bound to his chair, but he could still very much see his new appearance. He was not surprised, of course. He could very much feel and visualise what the magic was doing to him, his appearance was not shocking in that regard.

What was shocking, was that he could not remember what he *should* look like.

He still very much knew that he had just been transformed in some way, and he knew the face that stared back at him through his reflection was not his. But he could not, for the life of him, figure out what in particular had changed. To him, as much as he protested, this was the norm. this was not good, was the magic beginning to mess with his mind? Oh god. Ethan knew he had to act fast. Not to worry, he still only had two cards left. A blue 4 and a green 1. It wasn’t perfect, but it was doable. Pulling out the former, he quickly shoved it on the table.

“UNO!” He squealed, pausing for a minute to gain familiarity in his new, feminine voice. This was it. If luck went his way, he would finally break free of this wretched game. Perhaps he would ridicule Alex for daring to try and turn him into some woman? The feeling would be sweet, but he knew he was not there yet. Still, he was curious as to how the magic would affect Alex. Glancing upwards, Ethan sat tight to watch the magic happen.

What he did not expect to see, was Alex practically jumping around with Joy.

Loudly, he pumped his fists with Joy and screamed in celebration. Oh no. he had lost composure, for sure. Just not in the way that Ethan had hoped. Wincing, the young man watched in horror as Alex reached down, and placed a +4 card on the deck. Shit. Shit, shit, shit.

A sudden pleasure erupted throughout Ethan. He could not help but emit a quiet moan as the sensation spread both up and down his body. The young man clutched hard at his chest as mounds of flesh began to rise. Orgasmic bliss filled his mind as they ballooned out, eventually forming moderately sized breasts that he continued to fondle. The heat began to centre around his ass, as further waves of pleasure distracted him. Ethan felt himself rise in his chair as his behind grew, another soft moan escaping his lips as he became soft and squishy.

“You need to pick up.” Ethan was sobered by Alex’s calm statement. Shit, that was super bad. Ethan now had 5 cards, which meant Alex was… oh no no no. Ethan’s main advantage was suddenly gone. Fearfully, Ethan picked up four cards. Red 7, Yellow 3, Yellow 9, Red 2. That.. wasn’t the end of the world. He could make something of that, right? Right?

“I choose green, by the way.” Alex continued, smugly. “For what it’s worth, you almost had me, You made a pretty good tactic by accident there, a bit more thought out and you could have made me lose quite easily.” He smirked, shuffling through his two remaining cards vainly. “You had a good run.”

“It’s not over!” Ethan replied, trying his best to be defiant. Though, for whatever reason, he could not seem to find the energy to truly blast Alex for his arrogant monologue. Instead he felt… encouraged to listen?

“Really?” Alex chuckled. What he did next left Ethan horrified. Moving his hand away from the deck, Ethan looked down just in time to see the green “miss a turn” card be revealed. Shit. That was not good.

“Uno!” Alex called, giving Ethan a sarcastic warm look as he did so. Ethan was speechless. Was he about to lose? No, he still had time, right? Who was he kidding. Closing his eyes, Ethan braced for the next change.

The feeling was intense, by far the most intense of all the feelings so far. The energy entered his body effortlessly, as if Ethan had internally given in and accepted what was coming. The force flew through his body, beginning in his feet and hands, circling inwards until the two forces met inside his penis. The magic felt like a thousand orgasms at once, Ethan letting out an incredible feminine moan as his dick was forcibly pushed into his body. His balls were not to be left out, slowly shrinking and withering away into Ethan’s body. A quiet POP could be heard as his genitals vanished, replaced quickly by a wet vagina.

Ethan panted, the feeling of the change clearly overwhelming her. Glancing around, she readjusted herself to her surroundings. She was with Alex? Seems normal. She was in a bar? Seems normal enough? She’s playing uno? Less normal. She wasn’t sure why, but something in the back of her mind told her that she could not lose this game. Hmmm. Why not?

“You alright?” Alex asked. Ethan simply responded with a nod. She didn’t like this guy (though he was kinda cute.) But why? She couln’t put her finger on it.

“Well, guess what?” Alex asked again in a soft, caring voice.

“What?” Ethan replied, curiously.

“I just won.” Alex stated, dramatically raising his final card, Ethan watching closely as he slowly lowered it, leaving it to rest on top of the deck. Game over.

“aww, no fair!” Ellie moaned, clearly upset and losing at uno once more.

“The game’s the game, Ellie!” Her boyfriend responded, jokingly. No matter what, he always seemed to beat her at uno.

“Ugh, you definitely cheated.” She responded playfully, giving Alex a kiss on the check.

“So, you remember the deal, right?” Alex asked, Ellie rolling her eyes in response.

“Of course I do. Loser blows the winner tonight.” She purred, touching Alex’s chest flirtatiously. “But that’s for later. We’ve gotta town in down in front of Harriet, okay? She’s my friend and I don’t wanna weird her out.”

Alex groaned, but nodded in agreement. For a second, he appeared to be considering something, as he collected up the uno cards and placed them back in the box. Finally, he spoke.

“Ellie, what does your friend look like again?” He asked.

“Hold on.” She responded, opening her phone and showing Alex a picture. Alex took the phone, examining the picture in closer detail.

“mmm.” He mumbled, not loud enough for Ellie to hear. “Perhaps me and her should play a game.”

To be continued?