A Third Chance at Life: Tomoko TF/TG/AR (Request)

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“Looks like I'm eating alone again,” Sean said to himself, sighing as he looked for an empty seat on the campus.

Once he had a seat, he picked up his fork, started eating, and tried his absolute hardest to avoid eye contact.

Sean was a 20-year-old college student, as you probably could've guessed. He was doing okay academically, getting decent grades and all, and working just enough to have some debts covered. Of course, he was often hindered at this for multiple reasons…

All of which lead back to his current depression.

Sean was in his second year of college and yet he'd barely talked to anyone other than a professor. How could he speak to anyone when he was so socially awkward and came to college without any friends? He had a couple back in high school, and since he was fine with them he didn't bother to get better at his communication skills. But now they were both gone in different colleges, so… that left him with almost nothing.

It was especially a shame considering that he didn't even think his high school years were that bad! For one, that gave him even more of an impression during those years that nothing was wrong with his social life.

What's worse, that means that if given the chance, he could've easily corrected his mistake and fixed up the life he had ahead of him, just by putting more effort into it!

But instead, he wasted the opportunity to have someone to sit by everyday for lunch. Or at all.

And today was like any other day with him snacking on the campus, lonely as usual. He ate like that until he figured it was finally time to head to his next class.

“Well then,” he said, quietly, “guess I'll- what the…”

Looking up at one of the building’s windows, he could see a hefty deal of smoke blazing out. It didn't look like normal fire smoke either, like it was coming from the chemistry wing.

Attention students, he eventually heard on a loudspeaker, a fire has broken out in the chemistry wing, and all remaining classes for the day will be cancelled for safety reasons. Thank you.

With that, most of the kids walking into the building started to scurry out, while the rest kinda stayed where they were seated.

“Guess that means I'm off for the day,” Sean said with a small chuckle.

He took his keys out of his pocket and headed for his car.

“Might as well pick a game up while I'm out,” Sean said as he walked into the store, “it's not like I have class to go to for a while…”

Sean’s always been an avid gamer, and as it's clear, it was usually his favorite pastime for things like these. It was what he spent most of his childhood doing, he played a lot of them during his high school years on boring days, and in college… obviously the boring days multiplied.

And with a lack of class time and boring weekend ahead of him, he figured he'd get one to spend it.

He walked up to the store counter and turned to the man behind it.

“Hello, good sir,” the man said whilst stroking his ‘stache, “what are you looking for today?”

“I don't really know,” Sean replied, “I guess I just need something to get sucked into for the weekend…”

“Sucked into?” the man asked curiously, “Doesn't sound like something optimal if you just have a weekend planned.”

“True,” Sean said, “I guess just something to take over some of my life for the weekend.”

“I see what you mean, you want to get engaged… I actually did get a shipping recently for an optimal game for that.”

The man bent over to reach for a box, which he picked up and placed on the counter.

“Not really elaborate,” Sean said, noting how basic the box was.

“Not important,” the man said, “it comes with the game and a few additional peripherals you may desire.”

“And the game is?”

“A little game called Third Life.”

“Oh, so… it’s like Second Life? Is it a sequel?”

“No, it's completely different! It's a pseudo virtual world game where you create a character and live out a-”

“Already, it sounds like Second Life but without the actual multiplayer aspect.”

“Well… yes, but… well, this is built up more like a game, and it may be the most in-depth life simulation video game you'll ever play!”

“Okay, but… what's the third life? ‘Second Life’ makes sense because it-”

“That's where the peripherals come in.”

“O… kay then, I think I get it. How much should I drop on it?”

“For all this? I'd say $120.”

“WHAT?! That's outrageous! Who charges that much for a game?!”

“A lot of publishers.”

“True… but still, I could get two games with the money I'm dropping on this one!”

“Well, you wouldn't get the peripherals otherwise. I'd estimate a value of at least $95 for them, so that's basically $35 you're saving on it.”

Sean pondered this for a moment before saying anything else. Was it really worth it? As much as it cost, it's been a while since he played that game genre, which he used to play all the time… and sure as hell he was enjoying talking to someone for once, maybe he couldn't do some more in this one?

“I guess you're right,” he said, taking out his wallet.

“Thank you, sir,” the man said with a smile, “I hope this keeps you engaged for a long time now.”

“I also hope,” he responded, “I sure bet it'll be amazing.”

“This is so amazing…”

Sean knew this would be just as addicting as his other remembered life simulators, but he couldn't recall a time in the past when one left him with four collective hours of sleep over the weekend!

He found the game quite interesting from the moment he got to design his own character, which was… pretty different in terms of age, and gender, and he took a little too much inspiration from an anime he watched… but isn't that what makes all games enjoyable?

After all, he still found it quite engaging by how he was still able to customize her to be just as weird and socially awkward as he was, which made it much more rewarding to make friends, land successful dates, go to parties… a lot happened in 48 hours of playing somehow. And he enjoyed every minute.

And he hadn't even tried the peripherals yet!

But after another while, he actually had the idea that he should look at the clock next to him.

“Wha- 3:00?! Geez, I've got 3 hours of sleep left to have!”

He rubbed his baggy eyes and got ready to turn his game off.

But then a notification appeared…

“Congratulations! You've gained enough experience points to unlock your THIRD LIFE!”

Sean thought a moment… guess it was a second life he was playing!

The mode was waiting for him, and if he was going to focus on class this week he'd have to not play it anyways, so he figured he'd give it a quick try before he went to bed.

“Alright, let's get these peripherals out.”

Opening the box, he found a couple of flash drives, as well as what looked like a special webcam and… a helmet?

However weird it was, he shrugged it off. Turning the lights on a bit brighter, he put the flash drives into his PC and hooked up the webcam. He then plugged in the weird helmet and put it on his head. It was a rather tight fit.

But he shrugged it off and went to the main menu, where the mode was ready. Waiting for him to have his third life.

He clicked on it, and the helmet delivered a hearty zap to his head.

“GAH! It kills… get it off…”

It was near-impossible to take it off while the electricity was still working through him. But after a few moments it stopped on its own, which let him tear the helmet off, unplug it, and throw it into the corner.

“Did it just malfunction or something?”

He decided not to ponder it for long. He was tired, after all, so he shut his computer down and hopped into his bed. He needed every second he could get in it, no time to take anything off.

Already, it was hard for him to actually drift off… whatever kind of tase that was, it sure made his skin tingle with a prevalent itch that wouldn't go away! It made him feel almost uneasy…

But he figured that endlessly scratching at it wouldn't make it go away, so he let it be and tried to get to a sleeping state where he wouldn't be able to feel it. And while it took some strength, he succeeded at it.

But it still remained with him, and it was making noticeable effects on his skin! It was already rather pale from spending a decent chunk of his time inside on his computer, but it was paling to a tone that indicated that that was… all he does. Not that he could notice it in darkness, but already he seemed like someone completely different by how unsettling the shade was.

But it only intensified from there, especially at his limbs. They all seemed to be sharing a good chunk of whatever itch was causing this.

His hands especially seemed to be catching it, by how small they were getting! They were shrinking in size, fat burning from them to the point where they looked like they didn't even suit his age anymore! If that weren't enough, the already delicate hands were now reshaping slightly, becoming much slimmer with proportionally slightly longer fingers and nails, like they were taking on a more feminine pitch to them.

The same changes were happening to his feet, which had already shrunk to proportions with his hands before slimming down, delicate as can be, and dainty enough that they looked like they belonged to a completely different person. Once they were like that, his arms and legs felt a similar sensation as they both started to shrink, fat burning away as all body hair receded back into his skin. They shortened to proportions with the hands and feet, losing plenty of height in the process as muscle softened to leave them quite fragile, and almost inhumanely slender. The little fat that remained from all that distributed marginally to the bottoms of his arms and the backs of his legs, along with the thighs, to give a much more feminine design his hands and feet seemed to pick up.

Before the changes could spread to his torso, they seemed to be concentrating somewhere else. The shoes he wore to bed were shrinking and reshaping to fit his new feet better, their crimson red color lightening to a basic brown as the laces became a slightly darker shade of brown. The soles of the shoes became the same shade before mostly flattening out, the collars tightening and the material thickening. Meanwhile, the socks he had on underwent a lot of tightening to fit his new legs and feet before darkening to jet black. They lengthened up his legs, going a little past his knees before pulling back to leave some extra slack by the shoe collars.

By now, the changes had reached his torso, which was going through familiar alterations once a crack at his shoulders snapped them towards each other more. His body frame had narrowed a good amount, and it intensified from there as any muscle previously stored in his torso was softening to the point where it almost looked like he had none, which coupled with the fact that most of his fat there was burning. With that, he continued to lose a good chunk of weight, along with a good portion of his height to make his delicate self look even younger than it was actually becoming.

There was still a decent chunk of fat still left in his waist once most of it burned, but what was left was migrating. Some of it migrated behind, where it collected at his rear and expanded it slightly to match the gender he seemed to be leaning towards. The rest of the fat straight-up confirmed it by migrating to his chest, where it collected into two small bunches that pushed from the chest into rather small mounds which, after a few inside workings, functioned much more like a pair of breasts than anything else. With that, his hips snapped outwards away from each other a tad to match the curving figure he seemed to be developing, and as a finishing touch in that region, his most important piece of masculinity snapped inwards into his body, biologically altering and inverting purposes until he was officially left a female.

As the changes slowly crept up her neck, her shirt was quickly altering to fit her better. It was shrinking to size on her tiny new self, short sleeves fitting on her arms and the front fitting on her new breasts, as the color faded to white. From there, it split down the middle, buttons forming on one end and holes for them on the other, and the neck portion of the shirt lengthened out to a collar around her neck. In front of it, a dark red necktie materialized and wrapped under the collar, extending down her chest. A light yellow jacket then appeared over that, with two light blue buttons in front. Her underwear shrunk to fit before reshaping to a simple pair of panties, and the shorts he was wearing shrunk to fit her before recoloring to the same pale yellow as her jacket. The legs merged to one before the new “skirt” extended past her legs, diameter widening as a red line was formed around the bottom and the skirt itself formed vertical folds over its length.

As the Adam's apple she once had flattened itself gone, leaving her with a soft, feminine voice at least four years younger, the changes made their way to her head. It was almost completely reshaping to something more feminine but also rather rounded out, shrinking to body proportions as any facial hair vanished from her chin and lip. Her mouth and nose dramatically shrunk in size, becoming puny to the point where they were almost invisible unless viewed up close. On the contrary, her eyes took on massive expansion, rounding out to almost circular shapes as the irises (which when combined with the pupils now took up at least 80% of the eyes) darkened to a crisp green emerald color as more bags formed underneath, along with visible purple shadows. Finally, his brown hair was quickly thickening as it darkened to black, growing from her scalp at a quick rate. It was long and… actually really messy atop her head, with an unneededly large black bang covering the right side of her face and multiple strands curving upwards on the sides, the rest in the back resting atop her shoulders.

With that, her changes had fully concluded.

Itch gone, Sean was left drifting away in the new form of a young girl around the age of any high-schooler, even if visually she looked a bit young for that. Despite not feeling any of it, she was actually quite comfortable sleeping in whatever tight clothing she now adorned, along with the way her complete lack of strength made her body naturally enjoy the comfort of the bed more than it did before.

It was comfortable enough to keep her drifting away, drifting deep enough not to notice the computer turning itself on. The game was suddenly booting up again, the helmet rolling in the corner attaching to the wall…

Despite how late she fell asleep, when the alarm decided it was time for Sean to finally wake up, she felt quite refreshed. Leaning forward slowly, she stretched her arms out with a slight yawn…

That's when she took into account how strained her arms suddenly felt, like something was holding them back. Looking down at them, it was a weird yellow jacket of sorts tight around the wrists.

“Ugh… when did I even get this-”

She stopped herself there. She wasn't too awake yet, which was always the case of blurred vision and hearing early in the morning, but her voice clearly sounded like nothing that'd come out of her mouth.

And now that her vision was returning, at least in her left eye, something was too different about her hands!

“What the- am I still dreaming or something?!”

She got herself out of bed, fumbling over in the process due to how short and weak she suddenly was. But she picked herself up and walked to the mirror on her closet.

The reflection she saw was… quite startling. She immediately recognized herself.

“T… Tomoko? Kuroki?!”

It was hard to believe by how, shall we say, accurate the appearance was to the anime character, but she had to by how the reflection waved back as she did…

“How did this even- wait… I don't have a closet mirror…”

Looking around her dorm room, she found that it looked nothing like her dorm room, or even a dorm room!

If anything it looked like a regular bedroom of sorts. Everything in the room had been drastically changed…

Except the computer.

 “No… it couldn't be…”

It was way too crazy of an idea to consider, the idea that a computer application and a helmet just put him into a different body and, by the looks of her surroundings, a different timeline!

But… here she was in the flesh as a character who looked and acted just like the one she created for her “second life” in the game.

Perhaps this was meant to be the third?

In more of a curious sense, she gave herself a better examination. She carefully felt with her now tiny hands her small breasts, the core of her waist, her long, messy hair, her new sense of femininity of course…

All held in by an admittedly comfortable school uniform.

“Huh… I… suppose I'm back to high school again, in this…”

With all her confusion and shock, she couldn't help but smile to that statement. She felt just as awkward and unconfident as before, if not more, and she knew she was still left with a stagnant friend count, but…

Now that she knew what that was like, she finally had every chance to change that!

And it all came with a fresh new self to try out.

But she looked again at her school uniform, and realized something by how she didn't shut the alarm.

“Oh crap, I… guess I have a bus to catch!”

Shutting her alarm, she grabbed what she guessed was her book bag and headed out of her room. Considering who she was, she… probably unknowingly made bad first impressions already, but with a new outlook there was no better time than now to change.