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Unfamiliar arousal and a craving for attention start to surface. Ian feels it rising and aggressively pushes it down, angry and scared that his mind is being affected the same way his body was.

Ian stood rigidly at the edge of the crowded beach club, arms locked across his full breasts while the metallic silver dress clung to his cinched waist and rounded ass, the platform heels now feeling treacherously stable beneath his long smooth legs. A new sensation crept in beneath the disgust, an unfamiliar warmth pooling low in his belly that carried the faint edge of arousal, followed by a strange craving for the eyes of the dancers nearby, as if his glamorous face and blonde waves were meant to be noticed and admired. The mental shifts deepened further, turning the thumping bass into something that vibrated pleasantly against his reshaped skin and made the fabric of the dress feel almost teasing where it brushed his thighs. He recognized the feelings instantly for what they were, invasive party-girl instincts trying to rewrite him from the inside, and the realization sent a spike of pure terror through his core.

He pushed the arousal down with aggressive force, clenching his jaw and digging manicured nails into his own arms until the pain helped clear the fog, his pretty features twisting into a mask of anger that still looked alluring under the natural makeup. The craving for attention flickered again, whispering that a small smile or a sway of his hips might draw approving glances and make the night feel electric, but he shoved it away harder, breathing in short, controlled bursts that made his breasts rise and fall noticeably. Fear gripped him now on a deeper level than the body horror alone, because this was his mind being reshaped just as irreversibly as his bones and flesh had been, threatening to erase the reserved man who had come here for a stag do. He reminded himself again that he was still that man, still the groom with a fiancée waiting at home, and the mental intrusion only made him more determined to fight.

"This is not happening," Ian said, the sultry alto emerging breathy despite his attempt to growl it out, his voice itself fueling fresh frustration as he stood even stiffer to stop any natural hip movement. The beach club pulsed on around their huddle, waves crashing and laughter ringing while oblivious revelers passed by, completely unaware of the nightmare unfolding in their midst. He glanced at his friends, noting how Josh's curvaceous form had begun to shift with unconscious grace again, her glamorous face showing the same fleeting internal conflict before she forced herself still. The group watched him with wide eyes, their own transformed bodies and softening mental states mirroring his struggle in ways that only heightened the collective dread.

Ian shook his real blonde hair out of his eyes with a sharp, deliberate jerk meant to look masculine, but the motion came out fluid and feminine, adding to his anger as he pushed the rising arousal down once more like smothering an ember. The craving for attention tried to surface again, suggesting he could simply turn toward the music and let the night take over, but he rejected it with a surge of fear that left his tanned skin prickling. Every mental defense he raised felt more fragile than the last, the irreversible changes accelerating their assault on his personality and desires while the sun sank lower and the beach club grew louder and more inviting. He repeated his silent mantra that he was a man on his stag do, gripping that truth with everything he had left, yet the new feelings lingered at the edges of his thoughts like unwelcome guests refusing to leave.

The friends remained clustered nearby in their matching slutty costumes, their fully feminine figures drawing more glances from the crowd as subtle mental whispers clearly worked on them too, one of them unconsciously tapping a heeled foot to the beat before catching herself. Ian forced his posture even more rigid, ignoring the graceful line his long legs created and the way his round ass wanted to settle into a natural tilt, his anger and fear blending into a cold determination to resist before the mental shifts could deepen any further and erase what remained of him entirely. The party swirled on indifferently, leaving their group isolated in horror as the transformation's price continued to climb with every passing moment.