The midtown street was nearly deserted at such a late hour. The few who walked in and out of the dim light of the street lamps were either staggering drunkenly or clustered in groups of colleagues for safe travel. Delilah was the only exception. She sighed heavily as she slumped down the sidewalk, alone.
The night hadn't gone well, for a number of reasons. Foremost on her mind at the moment was lack of decent company...and by "decent," her loose standards called for any man willing and sober enough to show her a good time. None seemed to be available in this dumpy town.
Deciding to call it a wash, she ducked into a dark alley to discretely shift into her true form for her journey home.
She touched the bracelets that magically locked her into a human body together, triggering the change. She felt a cool rush of energy pour through her from head to toe. Her chest heaved and four new bulges appeared. She threw off her jacket excitedly, not noticing or caring as it dissolved in midair while her remaining clothes twisted and darkened into tight leather. Her clawed hands squeezed her breasts anxiously. Oh, how she had missed these lovingly engineered beauties.
Her sneakers became tough, heavy boots, and within them her large feline hindpaws wiggled their toes. Etherial fire covered her wrists and ankles, bonding to her fur to become her distinctive, beastly tattoos. Finally, her punkish hairstyle darkened and smoothed into an inky black crop as piercings and rose-tinted glasses appeared.
Delilah checked herself over, marveling at how perfectly the bracelets had restored her to the way she appeared before adopting her human disguise. Her bemusement was soured, however, by the knowledge that the drunks and perverts in this town would not be impressed by her 6'6" height, brawler's physique and killer breasts. For the first time in years, Delilah felt strangely inadequate.
She was about to begin her journey back home when her bracelets inexplicably began to glow again. She felt a new transformation beginning. A chill much icier than the first overcame her, and she suddenly felt like she was sinking. She quickly realized that her body was getting smaller, some areas more than others. Her sabertooth fangs, already petite in size comparred to her sisters', shortened up to tiny fangs. Her muscles withered away, and her tattoos faded, while her arms were encased in long leather gloves. The most shocking of all was the slow disappearance of her proud bosom, which deflated into nearly-nonexistent buds. While she mourned their loss, her necklace morphed into a leather choker, growing six chains that attached themselves to the front and back of her new top, and the ends of her arm-length gloves. A padlock appeared on the choker, and Delilah's frantic mind feared there would be no key to accompany it.
Her leather biker shorts shank on themselves, gathering into a small thong. A chain bound them around her waist with no indication of a release, instead offering access to her most private areas with a silver zipper. Meanwhile, her boots grew as her body continued to shrink, growing thick platforms that helped offset her loss in height by a small margin.
Delilah was utterly devastated by the robbery of her most treasured attributes. As more padlocks and straps appeared, she became literally trapped in a tiny, shrimpy body, dressed in the naughtiest possible getup. The outfit was designed to compensate for assets she no longer had. Her boots were only able to bring her height up to a paltry 4'11". Zippers at her chest would give access to underdeveloped breasts. Her hair grew out, gaining gothy white streaks bound in messy ponytails that looked like she had already seen a world of action that night and was searching for more.
And strangely enough, it occurred to Delilah that that was exactly how she wished she felt...seductive, voracious, and oh so filthy. Despite her youthful visual attributes, she was still quite the adult, in spirit and sexuality. She thought of the men who had turned her down that night. Might this be the kind of sight that would appeal to them?
Grinning evilly, Delilah returned to walking the streets, making sure to strut as obnoxiously as possible. Her open-front skirt swayed and her long hair danced, putting on a show for any and all perverts out there. If they were looking for something different, they were gonna get it...and so much more.
Next in series: Mei-Ling
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