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Dance Away Distress: Hinako TF/TG/AP (Commission)

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“Thank you, you've been a killer audience!”

Bowing before the crowd, Hinako walked offstage to a pretty mighty round of applause.

Hinako entered her stage room backstage and sat down in the chair set up for her. Getting comfortable, she smiled in happiness to the sound of the audience still cheering for her.

As she sat there, she heard the door open. Looking over there, a woman in an odd coat and hat walked up to her.

“You're a real legend out there, Hinako,” she said to her, “the people cheer you on like this every single time!”

“What can I say?” Hinako said, chuckling a bit, “ Stuff like this just grows on me.”

“That's for sure,” the woman said, “we made the right move getting you involved way back then!”

Hinako nodded. She knew her manager… uh, womanager would be this glad. After all, that's what she said after nearly every performance she's had in ten years of performing!

“You'd better get going,” she said to Hinako, “before any paparazzi finds you here.”

“Good idea.”

Hinako got up and headed for the door, ready to dodge the press just like she did every…

… and that's when it dawned on her.

“Wait a second, I don't have a womanager! Who are you and why are you pretending to be Mr. Runestone?”

The woman removed her hat and coat to reveal a woman she found… quite familiar in appearance.

“Sorry Jet, but no one can hide forever!”

“What are you… wait…”

As soon as the woman said that name, Hinako experienced a massive recollection of memories… memories of a life she completely forgot she even experienced!

10 Years Earlier

It was another busy day at the high school, and with a ring of the usual 11:30 bell, lunch period commenced. The students rushed out from their respective classrooms to get to the cafeteria as quickly as possible, for whatever reason they did so every day.

But as with every day, there were a few students who took it easy and slowly left their classrooms, knowing they were in no rush. Of course, that meant their walks to lunch would be alone…

Jet Abyss was one of them. Closing his laptop, he stuck it in his book bag and leisurely walked out of his classroom.

After a short walk, he found his locker, which was in a pretty empty space for once, surprisingly. After dialing his combo, he stuck a few textbooks in it before turning to walk away.

But before he could, he bumped into one of the bigger kids, who was apparently just standing there to get in his way. Jet stepped back to look at him and sighed to himself.

“Move out of the way, Charles,” he said in disinterest as he tried to walk past him.

“Or what?” Charles intimidated as he grabbed Jet by the shirt, “You're gonna try and stand up to me?”

“No need,” Jet said, harshly, as he shoved off Charles’s grab, “I'm just going to the cafeteria.”

“Why?” Charles taunted as he stepped back in front of him, “So you can sit alone at a table again with your pocket pens?”

“What are you… I don't even have a shirt pocket!”

“Nerdery symbol. You're like the ‘80s movie cliché of a friendless nerd!”

“No, you're the ‘80s movie cliché of a generic heartless bully! Now get out of my way!”

“Why? Where's your friends?”

Charles suddenly felt a strong grip at his hair. His head was painfully yanked to look behind him to a girl, who looked pretty pissed off.

“Where's yours?” she asked, pushing him out of the way.

With that, Charles rolled his eyes and walked away from the two.

“That got him,” Jet said, “Thanks Membah.”

“No worries,” she replied, “I'm always here for ya.”

“Let's head to the cafeteria.”

The two of them turned left and walked down the long hallways to get their lunches.

Jet was pretty lucky there to have his friend Membah with him. Other than her and a few others at the school, Jet wasn't exactly a student with many friends, mostly due to the surplus of bullies attending this year. A day where he was free from all physical violence was kind of a rare one.

Once the two of them made it to the cafeteria, they both ordered their lunches and found a table to sit down at.

“So, Jet,” Membah started, “what's been going on lately?”

“Not a lot,” Jet replied, “mostly just stuff like… that.”

“That sucks. Have you tried to do anything about it?”

“At this point, I'm not really sure what I can do anymore.”

“What? He's just Charles, the Pressuring Plagiarist™!”

“Uh…”

“I was bored, so I gave the school bullies wrestler names.”

“Oh. Well, it's 2015, bullies these days know to counter standing up for yourself.”

“Well there's… always the old-fashioned method.”

Jet remained silent for a few moments. He looked down and breathed a bit slowly.

“Is, uh… something wrong?” Membah asked.

“Nah,” Jet said, “I guess… lately, that method has gotten a bit harder for me to use properly.”

“What? I was talking about talking to –”

“– my family about it, I know.”

 Membah waited for Jet to finish his response, but he simply sat silently and twirled his fork.

“So, what makes the method so… oh… having rough times with them, I presume?”

“Kind of…”

“Oh god, they're abusing you?!”

“Well, I… wait, what?! Of course not!”

“Then what's the issue?”

“Well, they… how do I put this… my parents and sister make great roses to have, but I've been mostly touching their thorns recently…”

“Ah, sorry about that. How bad is it?”

“Just to the point where I… don't feel like I'm there sometimes.”

“I know that feeling… pretty tough.”

The two of them mostly sat silent after that, as neither of them knew how continue the conversation from there. They continued like that until the next bell rang, and the students began to rush to their next classes.

“Alright then,” Jet said, standing up, “I have a Chemistry class to attend to.”

“I know,” Membah replied, “Sorry about your… well…”

“It's okay, I'll be fine.”

“I hope so. Take care!”

“Later!”

The two of them walked in opposite directions to their next classes. From there, they went about their days as normal, hoping not to run into anyone else.



“Well, well… what can I waste my money on today?”

A few days since then passed on, and the weekend had hit. And today, Membah, completely unsure if she had anything to do today, took a lucky guess and said no to herself, so she headed over to the shopping center out of sheer boredom.

This was usually where she went if she wanted to get something simple, considering the amount of diners and clothing shops around, but every so often she saw something intriguing enough to keep her coming.

But as usual, not many intriguing stores were around today.

She wandered down the street, examining every store to make sure she wasn't missing anything new. For the most part, she was just seeing the same usual bagel shops and occasional clothing shops. And they were all crowded, so why bother?

But just when she was ready to turn back, she saw a much smaller store off the corner of her eye. It was emptied out and looked like a low-budget type that couldn't even afford a fancy sign… maybe that's what she needed today, whatever it was.

Walking inside, she was greeted by… no one. No one was at the counter, even with the open sign, which confused her to the point where she almost turned back.

But then she saw a door open, and a kid about her age walked through with a mop in his hand.

“Uh, hello,” she said to him, “is this your store?”

“Nah,” he replied, “I'm just the owner's assistant. He's out for a few hours, so I'm in charge of things for now.”

“Ah, well maybe you can tell me what you're selling?”

“Well, the store is based around accessories and other items you might recognize from… you know.”

Looking around, she found that the boy was right; she did recognize a lot of the stuff here! She remembered seeing a lot of it in some of her favorite games, and they looked spot on in comparison to the source material!

“Wow, that's really cool!” she said to the kid, “But where did it all come from?”

“… don't ask.”

“Uh, okay. Not sure if I'm interested in anything at the moment, though.”

“I understand. Are you sure no one else would be interested, though?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, we only really open up once every few days, so now that you're here, maybe there's… I don't know, a gift opportunity?”

“Oh! Not sure, though.”

“Maybe there's someone who could use one?”

By now, the kid was following every business strategy he thought would work.

“Well,” Membah started, “I guess a couple of my friends have been depressed lately… Zachary has been getting more stressed recently, Jet isn't really… oh my god, I forgot she was waiting!”

“Hmm?”

“I was supposed to meet her at her house a few hours ago, but I completely forgot! And she was already feeling alone recently…”

Membah immediately started to feel stressed herself. The kid only brightened with an idea.

“Well,” he said to her, “maybe you can surprise him today, help him out in life a bit.”

“What are you saying?”

“Do you know anything your friend is interested in?”



“Maybe she had an emergency… but why hasn't she called yet?”

It was 6:00 by now, and Jet was sitting alone on his bed, playing Devil Survivor 2 Record Breaker on his 3DS. He was really hoping for his friend to show up because he knew the rest of his family was out for the night, but by now he was sure she wasn't coming tonight.

He was sure she forgot about it… although he did blame himself for scheduling too soon.

And it was nice having the house to himself for the night, but he was still pretty disappointed that he couldn't be spending it better.

“Guess I should just call in for the night, I doubt that… wait, doorbell?”

Hearing the doorbell, he dashed downstairs to the front door. He had a pretty good feeling of what was happening…

But no one was there. Just a package on his doorstep.

“Wait… it's addressed to me? This seems weird…”

Taking it up to his room, he grabbed a pair of scissors from his desk and but the box open. Opening the flaps, he found a short note inside…

Hey Jet, sorry I couldn't make it tonight. I wanted to make it up to you, so I found something you might enjoy, I was told by this guy that it would help you forget about your depression… maybe. I don't know this guy, but whatever he's saying, I know you'll enjoy this!

“That was… odd. What did she get me?”

Putting the note to the side, he closed his eyes and reached his hands inside the package. What he felt was… pretty silky. Once he got his hands underneath, he found it to be a bit heavier than he thought it would be, probably by how big it most likely was.

Opening his eyes, it was a big white bundle of cloth, with a few blue dot patterns.

“What the… what is this?”

He flapped his arms a few times to unravel the cloth, and that's just what it was: a very long piece of cloth. Like, incredibly long.

“Hmm… it is pretty familiar, but… wait a second!”

Turning his head to his 3DS, he remembered what game he was playing.

That's when he realized that the cloth was what Hinako Kujou had in the game for her dancing techniques.

“How did she even… where did she find this thing?”

He had to admit, it was a really good gift. He was pretty sure he understood what the note meant, because the game wasn't just a lot of fun, it was usually what kept him distracted from the depression she was apparently trying to stop.

After, he'd logged so many hours into the game, today alone, that the battery light was blinking red. Even he kind of forgot he had anything scheduled today…

Plus, he was really fond of the character! He liked her role in the game, and he thought that her profile as a dancer was a really neat one to include. But more importantly, she was passionate, and when things went wrong, the fact that she freaks out worse than he would always made him admire the character.

And now he had her most prominent prop.

“It's like it was pulled straight from the game! I wonder how it works…”

It was a really long piece, especially longer than he was, so he didn't know how well he'd fit with it. That only peaked his curiosity.

Thinking about how the character “wore” it, he walked to the mirror to get it on. He wrapped a large portion of it around the legs, leaving a lot of spare slack on both ends of the cloth, and threw it over both arms. Looking at his reflection, it looked about right on him, even if he was clearly too small for it.

“Alright then, let's try it out!”

No one was home to see him, after all…

But the moment he took a step forward, he fell right over.

“Damn it… how do I do anything with my legs like this?!”

Standing up again turned out to be a hassle, it was all in the arms. It was a lot more difficult than he thought it would be, since his legs were not so surprisingly more restrained like this.

Still, if this is supposed to be how it worked, it was probably just his skillet at fault.

He remembered seeing how Hinako often removed the cloth from her legs and used it almost like a ribbon… that was probably how it actually worked. He loosened its grip on his legs.

“Okay, let's try again!”

This time, he decided to start off slowly with it. The way it hung off of his arms reminded him of a kimono, so he decided to start off with one of those traditional Japanese dances to get himself settled.

Stepping away from the mirror, he slowly and carefully moved his arms as gracefully as he thought was necessary. He knew it was a really easy routine, but it was the most he could do with the cloth weighing him down.

He closed his eyes to try and get relaxed with it, like he saw in a couple of demonstration videos he… well, he was curious. He found it a tad tedious, but the more he did it, the more into it he got.

Just enough so he couldn't notice the slight tickle all over his body, as his body hair receded back into his skin, which was quickly whitening from its slightly dark tan.

Once he thought he was good with that, he decided to take it up a notch. He wanted to try a dance that incorporated the cloth, so he tried pulling it off and swaying it like a dancing ribbon.

He immediately dropped it.

“This is hard… but I can do this!”

Picking it back up, he tried once more. He thought he knew how to do it well, which gave him enough confidence to keep going.

Surprisingly, it seemed to be working well! The more he did his little dance, the more natural the dance felt to him, and with that the cloth was staying with him a lot easier.

But that was probably due to what was going on with his arms… and hands. His hands were growing in size a bit, almost like they were aging a few years. But once they were aged enough, they shrunk again, only this shrinking was actually them becoming much more lean and delicate than before. They also lengthened out a bit, and his fingers did the same, as they slandered down and grew out. His fingernails were also getting longer, just over the respective fingers.

As all that was happening, his arms had been lengthening and growing out a good amount, until they matched the proportions his hands had become and were also long enough to perfectly support the cloth. With such control, Jet didn't even notice how his arms were slimming like his hands did as much of the fat from them was disappearing. As it did, his muscles grew much stronger, enough to hold the cloth like it was nearly weightless, but they also tightened enough to keep the elegant look his arms were going for.

In addition, the sleeves of his shirt had separated from it and tightened up on his arms to stay on. Darkening to a solid black, they lengthened down his arms and tightly wrapped around his hands and fingers. With a few minor touches in the material, he had a pair of arm-length gloves to complete his arms.

Slowing himself down, Jet re-wrapped the cloth around himself, eyes still closed so he was unable to notice the gloves.

“Guess I'm a quick learner! Let's try something harder…”

This time, he wanted to incorporate his legs into it. He knew he wasn't very flexible, but by now he had little to doubt anymore.

Stepping forward, he lifted his other leg up to get started, and he wasn't ready for the cracks… but he quickly recovered and engaged in some basic leg moves. He tried a few slides and twirling a few times before he actually got comfortable with it…

Once he did, though, the moves were suddenly coming to him much more naturally and much easier to do, probably due to the muscle his legs were picking up. As they grew out like his arms, the muscle mass increased to support his body during the riskiness he was starting to incorporate, also making his legs much more flexible, while tightening enough to give them a much more elegant look than before. That look was added onto as some of the fat in his lower legs moved to the backs for added curves on his forming figure, although most of it moved up to his thighs, which expanded out for some added curves on the feminizing body he was squiring.

Speaking of which, his feet were also changing. To match his legs, they grew to the right proportion size before becoming much more lean and delicate through a good lengthening out. His toes lengthened out as well, and his toenails grew out past them, but this caused some discomfort in Jets shoes that started to distract him from the rhythm.

That's when his shoes finally started changing. After turning black like his gloves, they reshaped themselves, loosening and tightening in just the right places to fit his new feet. After the laces disappeared, the entire tops of the shoes disappeared with them so they only covered his toes, soles, and heels. That's when another bump came in his rhythm, as the heels of the shoes were slowly elevating and lengthening into… well, heels.

That caused a few missteps, but once he reoriented himself, he quickly found himself used to using the heels. It was like he was born for them, even if he had no idea he had them!

Why would he, anyways? He was too engrossed in the dance to possibly notice.

But he was able to stop himself once he thought he was ready to move on.

“Hmm… I wonder if I can finally muster something complicated…”

It was a lucky shot, but in what was less than half an hour, he seemingly went from unskilled to master, so… why not?

“Let's make this count! Hey, Siri! Play That One Slow Dancing Song I Keep On My Phone For Good Measure!”

He had odd tastes. And odd song titles.

But the music still played, and Jet got back into it. He wanted to try and combine everything for this one, so he got the cloth ready for a lot of legwork.

And he kind of went all out with it.

… just like the changes.

His torso was next to be altered, which started with a quiet cracking inwards of his shoulders to give his body a smaller posture. As he continued with his moves, he got a lot a lot of help bending when his back snapped into more of an arching position, locking his body like that. As the muscle in his torso built up and tightened like it has been, a lot of the fat from his stomach started shifting around his body.

A good portion of it moved up to his chest, which laid dormant until it was ready for the least distracting moment… and that's when it quickly pressed out into two mounds on his chest, which grew out into a decently sized pair of breasts. Had his shirt remained unchanged another moment, his unsupported breasts would've greatly weighed him down, but thankfully, his shirt was quick to tighten in that area before quickly shrinking down, exposing almost every part of his torso until only a small black vest covered the fronts of his breasts. All it needed was a bright blue tie, which appeared in the location you'd think it'd go.

The rest of the fat moved downwards to his rear, which slowly expanded in size until it was round enough to curve with his new thighs. Once that happened, his hips expanded out more, stretching out his shorts to the point where they unfastened and finishing up the hourglass body his torso had been developing. To accommodate for the hips, his blackening shorts expanded to that width before the legs merged together into one hole for both legs. It shortened down a good extent until it functioned more like a mini (almost micro) skirt. His undergarments, fitting with the skirt, tightened and shrunk down into undergarments that would be better suited for… a woman.

In fact, his whole body neck-down was now completely that of a 19 year old woman, save for one detail that pressed hard against the ever-so-tight undergarments, causing him a bit of discomfort. But before he even bothered to check, it quickly subsided, leaving a smooth surface where his… uh, her last masculine trait was.

Except for the neck and above, of course. But as the music picked up, Jet was too hypnotized to even care about the itchiness from her neck. She only gave off a few coughs, the last of which was a bit higher-pitched to signal the loss of her Adam's Apple. But the real itchy feeling came from the thick white fur choker that materialized around her neck, covering it up and slightly rubbing against her head like part of a cushion. And speaking of head…

It was finally beginning to change, starting with the reshaping of it through slightly risen cheekbones. As her jawbone dropped a bit, her lips lightened to more of a pink color, but they were smaller now and almost unnoticeable on her face. Her nose shrunk in size more than that and reshaped into more of a petite look. On the contrary, her eyes expanded in size, with her irises flashing from a dark hazel color to orange. Her eyebrows thinned out, becoming the same shade of orange.

Finally, just as the music was wrapping up, her hair was starting to shift. Her bangs in front shortened back until that part of her forehead was completely exposed, while her side bangs quickly lengthened down almost to her shoulders. In back, it dramatically lengthened out, all the way down to her back, before a small white hair tie tied it into a ponytail. A white lotus flower materialized on either side of her head, and with that, her hair brightened from Jet’s jet black to a bright orange, thus finalizing the changes.

Once the music had finished, Jet got back into standing position. For her first time getting serious with dancing… she ended up the best she's ever felt in years. She knew she'd have to do it a lot more in the future!

She eventually opened her eyes, although she needed to blink it off. Her eyesight was a bit more blurry than usual, which she just blamed on keeping them closed for so long.

But when her vision didn't return, she tried rubbing her eyes with her hands, but immediately stopped when all she felt was a thin layer of latex. Opening her eyes again, they widened to see a pair of black gloves covering her hands.

“Huh? I don't remem…”

She quickly covered up her mouth, not ready to hear the voice of a 19 year old woman come out… but the more she held her arm up, the more different it felt. In fact, she could feel a chill from every inch of her skin!

Her ponytail slowly scraped her back. Thinking someone was there somehow, she quickly turned around in surprise. Straight towards the mirror.

Needless to say, she almost passed out.

She stood still as a statue, speechless as can be, at the reflection in the mirror. Blurry as her vision was, she immediately recognized her new self from the new hairstyle alone, adding onto the signature accessories and clothes…

She knew she wasn't just some flexible woman with a lack of clothes, she was that professional dancer from the game she was playing!

“I'm… Hinako?! How did this even…”

That's when she remembered the cloth she got, which clung to her arms a lot better now than it did before. In fact, it clung onto her whole body much better, probably since it was completely designed around her new self…

No question about it, that guy in the note did this to her!

She was about to head for the phone and get help, but she forgot about the heeled slippers she was wearing and tripped onto her stomach, knocking a few things onto the floor.

“Ow! These freaking shoes are… wait… the box isn't empty?”

The box on her bed was knocked over, and Jet noticed a few things that fell out of it.

Picking herself up, she carefully walked over and bent down to the stuff that she apparently must've missed.

One thing was a pair of blue rectangular glasses, just like what she remembered Hinako wearing. Putting them on, her good vision returned to her.

“That's better… now I can read this…”

Picking up the other thing, she still had to squint to read the tiny text on it. It was a small piece of somewhat thick paper, in the shape of a ticket… which was surprisingly detailed with info for one.

Turned out she was signed up to perform on stage. Tonight.

Once again, she was struck speechless, probably by how sudden everything was! One minute, she was a boy, next minute she's set up in a completely different body to perform a dance she just learned!

Still, the effects of that dance were still present…

Looking back into the mirror, her improved vision at least let her examine her new self a bit further. She gingerly rubbed her hands along her new curves, which she certainly wasn't ready to get, but she could only admire how… attractive they were on her.

And for a such a sudden switch, it wasn't really that bad of a compromise to take one of her favorite characters, and a very skilled one at that.

She certainly felt more energetic and flexible than before. She lifted her leg forward to test it out, and she went from being only able to lift it 45° to a full 90° and holding herself up. That triggered a small smile from her.

Plus, nothing about her new form said she was unprepared for the performance…

“Guess that's what he meant by distraction… I guess I'll try it out, maybe I'll get a kick out of it.”

Looking at the open window by her bed, she knew it was time to sneak out tonight.

Present Day

“M… Membah?”

“Wow, didn't think you even remembered that name anymore!”

“How did you even find me?”

“I never forgot the day you suddenly disappeared. And eight years later, I see a dancer with that same cloth on who made it big, so crazy old me decided to track her down!”

“That's… actually really impressive.”

“Thanks. So, how have, you know… things been?”

“Better than ever before!”

“Well… obviously. But what's it like to suddenly ditch your old life like this?”

Hikaro took a moment to think about that. She quickly recalled the night of the change.

“Well,” she started, “what did I even have to lose?”

“What do you mean?” Membah asked.

“Do you recall the note you packaged with this?”

“Uh… I think. Something about… distracting you from… oh… and I assume it worked?”

“I forgot I ever even HAD a depression!”

Membah took a moment herself to think about that. She was still disturbed by how all of this happened, even if it was ten years ago…

But she still smiled at the thought of it all.

“In that case,” she started, “I'll wish you luck for your future! Maybe we can keep in touch?”

“Just… don't tell anyone.”

“As if they'd believe me!”

After exchanging numbers, they smiled at each other, the way you'd expect reunited friends to smile.

“So,” Membah said, “I suppose this is goodbye for the time being?”

“I guess,” Hinako said, holding her hand out, “nice seeing you again.”

Membah grabbed her hand, but instead of a shake, she pulled Hinako into a friendly hug. She really needed it after a ten year absence.

“It just feels different,” she said, “with your chest in the way.”

“Hey!”

“We're both women, we can handle it.”

And with that, Membah said a few more goodbyes before taking off, leaving Hinako alone in her room.

And she was left smiling, knowing that depressing phase of her life would never show up again.
This one took… a bit longer than expected. But hey, I guess time = results, and I've got tons with this one!

So, I was asked to do a transformation into this gal, and in addition, I was asked to create some sort of epilogue around it, which I haven't done to great extents before. But that's when I realized that an epilogue would be meaningless without a good plot to build up to it, which is why I went all out with this. I actually based the story around Jet himself and his problems, and even incorporated his friend Warriorsrpgmembah for good measure. Hell, I was the guy taking care of the store, so insert more meaningless symbolism here. It got to the point where I moved half of the epilogue to the top of the story for a prologue… and in the end, I think it's one of my best works yet!

You know, I remember a long time ago when I was told to make an ambitious story around a different dancer, but it was as long as a regular story… I guess this would be making up for it?

So enjoy one of my proudest works and another step through my pile of commissions! I'm starting to think the commissions are ending up my more ambitious works…

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This marks the first year of this story. It still stands as the best TF story I've ever read.