That morning, other than the opening event, was spent fine-tuning Lindsey’s face and proportions. All the changes would be over the course of the week, she wasn’t going to gain mass so much as redistribute where things were. Other than the calcium for bone reinforcement, of course, but that was fine. Even with everything stacked up, she was well within tolerance to be controlled by minor painkillers.

 

I could see the model of what she was targeted to end up as by next weekend, and if the reality of it was anything close to correct there would be no equal anywhere online. Trim and fit, with those enormously perfect boobs and hips that were completely unable to lie. A face that would launch a thousand ships then go for another million. I’m not going to lie, I wanted her for myself, but knew that might not be the case.

 

There was more to hunt down, though. Nervous system tweaks for Tina to give her the reflexes she’d need. Neuroplasticity for learning. Trying and failing to find conscious controls for my own erections, though my refractory period could be reduced to seconds. Did so. Another that might theoretically allow increased control over vaginal muscles for the ladies, more for increased sensitivity and pleasure.

 

Yup. Tweaked those upwards.

 

Lindsey was more than happy to use her new control on me, I was more than happy to let her. She was very, very rapidly gaining in skill and capability sexually. I was very, very appreciative of being her test subject. A knock on the door around lunch time announced that Tina was back, looking an inch taller already and with an expression like she was floating on clouds.

 

“Chris, whatever you’re doing is working perfectly! Are you still tweaking things? I could swear I’m controlling myself better and better, and I don’t remember doing that yesterday.”

 

“Yeah. Still learning. You want to be Tifa, I’ll give you Tifa. You have the ability now to go and learn martial arts again, and the potential to be a grand master. You have control and reflexes now, and hopefully learning enhancements. Strength and stature are coming as you transform. Going to look up flexibility this afternoon. How is the pain doing?”

 

Her smile was radiant. “I know I’m hurting, but with the brain fix you did I’m still better off than before. Part of today was going to be me asking you to accelerate things more. My content is set for a while, and at the end I will be a dedicated Tifa Cosplay account until I decide to stop it. You can even be my Cloud if you want.”

 

My breathing got slightly ragged at the thought of that. “Um. Okay. Wow, I like the idea, though my face has to be out of it. At least as long as I still have to work. I can… I think I can speed things if you’re willing, though that’s going to get a lot worse quickly. Maybe knock it down to three weeks? More than that and I don’t know if you’ll be able to eat fast enough to keep up with it.”

 

“Do it. I have some savings now, and got all the nutrient foods I need. Protein, fat, calcium, iron, the rest can catch up, right?”

 

I nodded. “I think so. Let me know if it is too much.”

 

“You still haven’t been tinkering with my mind as much as I wanted you to, so I assure you it isn’t.”

 

I had to turn and walk to my bedroom as fast as I could at that, thinking about golf to try to get the blood back to my brain. Okay. Timelines. There was a menu selector for transformations in progress… and it came with an awkward realization. It only had twenty lines on it. Three were occupied, one each for myself, Lindsey, and Tina. Clicking into Tina, I did immediately find the time remaining and adjusted it to three weeks instead of four. Then… I couldn’t help myself, I looked back at her brain chemistry. How would I even do the kind of mind control she wanted?

 

Wait. I had her in learning mode right now. Could I possibly use conditionals to condition her to obey me? That was a scary thought. Not one I wanted to play with until she was done with her initial transformation, either. That was power beyond what I was comfortable holding. I know the greeting said I’d be a virtual god to those around me, but that was a big deal.

 

I saved what I’d done and went back out to the others. They were again chatting, but this time it stopped abruptly as I came out. Oh joy. “There. I’ve done it. I also think I’ve figured out how to do basic conditioning.” Tina perked up visibly at this. “I don’t want to do it until you’ve finished transforming physically!” She slumped a bit. “What were you two talking about, anyway?”

 

Lindsey smirked. “I know of a few others who might be willing to pay for your services. So does Tina. If you can figure out how to do 100% clean gender reassignment, you’ll never have to work again a day in your life.”

 

That was certainly a thought. No lasting side effects. No lasting pain. Body type of their dreams, tune-up, and completely functional swap. Heck, I could even do cleanup services for those who had already been reassigned, make everything functional and self-sustaining. “That sounds… actually, I really like the sound of that. Comfortable and good. I could live like that.”

 

“Good, because we have even more thoughts we want to share about what to do after all of that.”

 

***

 

Research for that was… not as easy as I thought it would be. It was complicated by the fact that I had two increasingly-beautiful women who seemed to not want to leave my cock alone for more than 45 minutes at a stretch. Both were learning my body quickly, too, and every time they had me they were noticeably more capable than the time before. No matter what they were willing to do, both to and for me, I still was not comfortable letting them in on the secret. Way too much could go wrong, too quickly.

 

And their suggestion was another matter entirely. Move out. Out of the city, as far away as we could and still be in rage of it. Both wanted to stay with me, for wildly different reasons. Lindsey wanted a base of ops and someone she knew could satisfy her. Tina wanted to serve me even if my home was a closet. Both wanted to make this lifestyle transition work, help me with it, keep me satisfied at all times, and find more customers. Given how things were going, maybe start a community out of those I helped. That was a thought. Neither wanted exclusivity as long as they had access. That was a MUCH HOTTER thought.

 

We slept together in my little bed, the three of us cuddled together entirely nude. I awoke to Lindsey blowing me with a combination of enthusiasm and seemingly-infinite lung capacity, while Tina was making us breakfast. It was Tina who let me know about my next customer. “Vera is… well, maybe not quite a friend of mine, but she’s a member of my community. She’s trans, and can’t afford the surgeries. What she CAN do, though, is set up some legal stuff. She works as a paralegal while getting her law degree. Contracts, NDAs, representation, and review are up her alley. I guarantee you those services are going to end up worth more than anything you could ask her to pay. You just need to make her body conform to her mind.”

 

The next hour was me sketching down roughly what I’d need to be doing, interrupted once by Tina “taking commission” for finding my customer by swallowing my absurd length down to the root and taking every shot I could put down her throat. Then thanking me for the protein. Her body was already getting noticeably more fit, her flat chest already developed the noticeable start of breasts. Really, she had started this process hot, but was rapidly getting more so. She wouldn’t need to rely on makeup and camera effects soon. To be honest, she probably didn’t now, but for who she wanted to be she had a ways left to go.

 

Around ten, a knock at the door. Some conversation, enough time for me to lock my screen and get out to the entry. Vera was… well, I’m not sure what I expected. She looked in a state that wasn’t precisely androgynous. No, just the opposite. She looked like she was split. Her body was showing both obvious femininity and obvious masculinity. It was as though she was fighting her own body in order to look like who she was.

 

It was painful to see, and I felt a surge of empathy for her. Here was someone I could help. “Vera, I take it?”

 

“Yes. Tina tells me you can help me?” Her voice, like the rest of her, was the product of her body betraying who she was. It wanted to be a deep growl, she wanted to be higher and lighter.

 

“It will be difficult, I think, but yes. I’ve been researching how. What I need to know is what you want. I can change you in a thousand different ways, but I want to give you what you want so that you can stop fighting this internal battle.”

 

Her stunned look was worth everything. “I… promise you won’t think less of me?”

 

“Vera, I’m here to help in a way I didn’t think possible a week ago. Try me.”

 

There was a tear in her eye. “I want… androgyny. To be small, and slight. I want people to look at me and not know what I am, then when I get my one alone to be able to show him the time of his life. Does that make sense?”

 

“I think so. Now, to talk about prices. I need to live, after all, and you probably cannot afford to pay extensive cash due to Law School, am I right?”

 

She nodded, suddenly nervous again.

 

“We can do this one of two ways. Either I can set up a payment plan for you to start after you graduate, or we can contract for services. I will need a good lawyer before long, and could use a paralegal now who has contacts. I have no way to know which will be more in the long run, but it’s your choice.”

 

“Do this for me, and I’ll get everything you want or need done without charge one way or the other, forever. This is worth any price.”

 

“Okay. The only other questions are on pain and timelines. The faster I do this, the more it is going to hurt. I knocked myself out with pain trying to rush things, so don’t try to tell me to do it all instantly. It might kill you. Thankfully, you are losing mass instead of gaining it, so I don’t have to worry as much about you eating everything in sight for a month.”

 

“The surgeries I was looking at going through were going to be painful anyway. I have this week off, school is on break and I called in to work saying that family was coming. If you can get it done in that time, no matter how much it hurts, do it.”

 

I breathed out hard. “I think I can do the macro things if you are willing to let me space out the smaller ones. Get home, make sure you are stocked on painkillers and groceries. The process will begin at sundown, understood?”

 

She nodded, a bit fearfully.

 

“Good. You have Tina’s number in case it is too much and I need to slow it down.” We shook hands, and she left. As soon as the door closed, both Lindsey and Tina were nude and pulling my clothes off, almost fighting each other for the opportunity to be the one to take my load this time.

 

“That was so hot Chris!” “All of that for basically nothing!” “A completely different body type!” “Whatever she wanted!”

 

The litany went on. Whichever woman had their mouth free from me, as both used every inch of themselves to bring me ever-heightening pleasure. When I lost control shortly after, both greedily sucked down my load, and licked what spilled off of each other. It was almost enough to get me hard again instantly, and I had to make a conscious effort to get back to my computer so that I could implement the many changes that Vera was going to need.