A Fantastic Car Wash (Susan Storm TG/TF)
"So all we have to do is wash this replica of the Fantasti-Car while wearing our cosplays, and they'll just give us tickets for this year's Comic-Con for free?" Jessica asked her boyfriend Tristan.
"Amazing, isn't it?! And they'll be VIP!"
"Yeah, but isn't it weird that they just came out of nowhere and chose us?" Jessica continued. "Heck, we're not even the correct characters. We're cosplaying as gender-bent versions of Mr. Fantastic and The Invisible Woman."
"I know, I know, but that's their problem for not paying attention, not ours. Besides, just as they said, it'll be a transformative experience for the two of us! This kind of stuff simply doesn't happen every day!"
"I guess so," Jessica rolled her eyes as she then opened the car's door. "But given that you were the one who agreed to this, you'll be doing the washing. In the meantime, I'll just stay inside."
"For free VIP tickets to Comic-Con?! Of course!" Tristan responded with glee as he then picked up a nearby hose and began to rinse the entire vehicle with water. After almost an entire minute of doing so, he then grabbed the sponge and bucket that were given to them, filled the bucket with water and soap, and moved towards the back door that was closest to him.
"I can't wait to get those tickets..." Tristan began washing the car, brushing the wet sponge from side to side in order to clean out all the dirt and dust. But as he kept doing so while humming a joyful tune, his hands were turning smaller and more delicate just as the pitch of his voice increased as well.
As he continued, his shoulders narrowed and his Adam's apple disappeared out of existence just as his black hair began to lengthen and slowly change color until he now had a thick, glossy mane of blonde hair that wasn't too dissimilar to what Jessica currently had. In fact, it was so eye-catching that Tristan caught sight of it in one of the wet sections of the back door. He tried looking more closely, but by then, the water had dripped down, impeding him from seeing his own reflection.
"I swear I looked blonde for second," Tristan muttered to himself as he failed to notice not only how his voice was now female in nature, but also how his face had completely transformed: plump lips, a petite nose, rosy skin, thin eyebrows, and a pair of bright-blue eyes now gave him a look similar to that of the many blonde sorority girls he had seen while he was in college.
And he was none the wiser about this or everything else that was happening to him.
With the back door now finished, he then moved towards the back tire right next to it, but just as he knelt in order to start cleaning it, the vehicle shifted a bit.
"Everything okay there?" Tristan asked his girlfriend, turning his head towards the direction of where she was sitting.
"Everything's fine, Sue," She responded, albeit with an uncharacteristic lower tone. "Don't worry."
Tristan immediately raised his eyebrow when he heard his Jessica's respond.
Why did she address him as Sue? She had never called him like that before.
...
Well, it wasn't like she always called him by Tristan. She always liked coming up with new nicknames for him at any given time, so this surely had to be another one of them.
And yet, for some reason, he seemed to awfully like that nickname a lot...
Undeterred by the strange exchanged he had with Jessica just a few seconds ago, he leaned down from his kneeling position and he began cleaning the back tire, only for a warm sensation to start building up on his chest that soon physically manifested itself as two small bumps. As then he focused his attention on cleaning all the hard-to-reach parts of the tire and the rim, these two small bumps only grew bigger and more voluminous until they had unmistakably developed into two large, heavy breasts that moved back and forth as he shifted his body. At the same time, his hips had widened and his thighs had thickened so much that alongside newly enlarged bust he now had, they now all gave him an indisputable female figure that was perfectly fit for either a woman at the prime of her life or for a young mother.
"Damn, my back hurts so much..." Tristan whined, incapable of making the connection that the reason his back hurt was because of the newly added weight he now had on his chest. "But this is looking so good..."
He still had more than half of the car still left to wash, but from what little he had already cleaned, it was looking very good. In fact, very good or great were the wrong words to use.
The correct word was fantastic!
"He's going to love it when he sees the Fantasti-Car all cleaned up!" Tristan chirped, utterly unaware not only of how much his body had drastically changed, but also how he was about to reach the final part of his transformation. The small bulge he still had left between his legs - the last remnant of his former masculinity - simply disappeared, completely replaced by the characteristic flatness found not in a man's cosplay, but in a woman's cosplay.
Tristan was gone, and his place, there was now an incredibly attractive blonde woman wearing a white-and-blue-colored costume that fit her amazing body perfectly.
In fact, it was almost as if the costume was made specifically for her.
"Let's see how he's doing," Tristan suddenly stood up as he swiftly made his way towards the front part of the car, showing no visible discomfort related to his new, shorter height and his shifted body mass. Once he reached front, he suddenly climbed on top of the vehicle's hood and leaned down on the front window in order to see Jessica.
"Hey Reed!" Tristan said instead, pressing his left hand and his large pair of breasts against the soaked window just as he spread his legs wide in order to keep his balance. "Like the view from inside?"
"Indeed, I do," Jessica responded, now transformed into the exact likeness of Reed Richards. "Specially with you in it."
"Oh Reed. You can be so charming when you want to," Tristan blushed. "Keep talking like that, and I might have to take you to dinner myself."
"I'm afraid that's not going to be possible," Jessica responded. "Given that you're the one cleaning the Fantasti-Car, I should be the one taking you to dinner."
"You really are always a gentleman, aren't you?"
Needless to be said, after they finished washing their vehicle, they definitely had more important and fantastic things to do than getting those free VIP tickets to Comic-Con.
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