Paradise TG

The news that Cory was moving to Costa Rica came with little notice, but his father had landed an important promotion he couldn’t refuse. In 3 days, Cory had to say goodbye to everyone in town. The hardest part was saying goodbye to his girlfriend Alexis. They had known each other since they were babies and Cory had only recently worked up the courage to ask her out, which she happily said yes to. For a while things were looking great. He had just finished his senior year of high school and was planning to go to the same college as Alexis and marry her when he graduated. Those plans fell apart when he found out he was moving.

Cory and Alexis’ tears hadn’t even dried by the time Cory arrived at his new home, a beachside villa provided by his father’s company. His front door was in walking distance of the Caribbean, but that only made the move that much more stressful. The largest body of water he had ever seen before then was a lake a few miles from his old house; now he lived right next to the sea.

One of the few joys in his life was the letters Alexis sent him, but there was only so much that they could convey to each other when they were separated by thousands of miles. With mail being their only form of contact, correspondence was slow. Eventually, Alexis sent a letter to Cory that he had been dreading. It was short and to the point: she was breaking up to him. She said that it wasn’t fair to either of them to keep up this charade of a long-distance relationship, and in what would be her last letter, she implored Cory to move on and forget her.

After that, Cory tried to pick himself up and enjoy his summer, but his heart hurt too much. He couldn’t just forget about Alexis. His earliest memories were of her, and not a day went by without something reminding him of her.

Outside, it was a perfect day without a cloud in the sky, but the storm clouds looming over Cory’s heart refused to budge. As he often found himself doing these days, he left his house and walked to the beach for a swim. He found exercise to be the best antidepressant available and it got his mind off Alexis.

Cory was already a few dozen feet from shore, but just from the thought of her name, he lost the will to exercise. Sulking, he went further away from shore and found a shallow and secluded tidal pool. He floated with the flotsam and jetsam that had accumulated in the pool as he stared up at the sky. He wished with an aching heart for something to change so that he could forget about the girl he couldn’t have. All the while, he kept staring at the sky.

Cory’s eyes were hazel, but as he continued to look up they took on the color of the sky he was looking at and the sea that he was lying in. They were soon blue and as deep as the ocean.

His eyes weren’t the only things that changed color. As he floated with the tide, his brown hair turned pink and grew to several feet in length. Stands of his new hair twisted in the water like seaweed. Cory’s skin, tanned from several days spent swimming on the beach, lightened to a rosy and pale pink. His new complexion was fair and delicate, but with a hint of a tan to it.

Oblivious to his changes, Cory relaxed and basked in the sun, shrinking under its rays. He was soon so small that his trunks floated off of him and into the ocean. He was lucky that he was on his own private property; otherwise he would have been arrested as a nudist.

The cool seawater continued to ebb and flow around his body, changing it with each rise and fall of the waves. His feet became delicate and arched and the type of feet that wouldn’t look at all out of place in a pair of heels. From there his metamorphosis traveled upwards, sculpting his legs into their new form. They were soon hairless, curvy, and feminine, with toned calves and thick thighs.

The muscles on his rear changed from a taught square shape to a voluptuous rounded one as his hips expanded outwards, leaving a gap between his thighs. The next thing on his body to undergo changes was his crotch. As the salty water lazily flowed over his sexual organ, it reshaped itself from a protrusion to a warm concavity, full of tender meat like that of a mollusk. From that moment on, Cory was no longer a member of the male sex.

Her waist, already toned, further lost all traces of excess fat and accentuated her butt and wide, childbearing hips. From the navel down, Cory was indistinguishable from an attractive girl.

Cory breathed in, enjoying the scent of the salty air and the ozone from the water. With each breath, her chest swelled with fat, given her greater buoyancy. Her areolas grew to the size of sand dollars and darkened while her nipples grew engorged.

Cory’s arms next lost most of their muscle and became dainty and weak limbs. Her hands shrank as her nails lengthened, leaving her with delicate hands, with her fingertips wrinkled from the water they were floating in.

Her collarbone grew and neck grew slender, and the bulge on her throat sank into her body like the sun sinks past the horizon. A crest next appeared and washed over Cory’s head, reshaping her face with highly feminine traits that paid only the faintest of homages to her old masculine features. Cory had inhaled a bit of seawater through her cute button nose from the unexpected wave, and she gave a choking cough in a high pitch as she leaned up in the water.

She took a few seconds to get the water out of her lungs with wheezing breathes. Relieved that she hadn’t drowned, she slumped her meager shoulders together. It was then when Cory noticed her distorted reflection in the clear water for the first time.

She watched the beautiful woman’s face that was reflected in the waves turn from an expression of relaxation to one of shock. Submerged up to her waist, she soon noticed that she was naked. Ignoring the shock resulting from having turned into a woman, he covered up her chest and crouched under the water.

Cory sat there panicking and wondering what to do when she saw two pieces of white fabric drift into the tidal pool and next to her. To her surprise she saw that the fabric was a complete bikini. She wasted no time putting on the floating swimwear with awkward and unsure movements. To her relief it fit perfectly, but much to her vexation the material was extremely revealing and left little to the imagination.

Now clothed and somewhat calmed down, she was frantically thinking about what to do next when a message in a bottle next flowed into the tidal pool. Curious and unable to chalk its appearance up to coincidence, she opened it up and read the message inside.

“Coraline, you’ve learned a hard lesson at a young age about love and loss. With a broken heart, you wished for change, and your wish has been granted. I cannot fully mend your heart, but I hope I have eased your burden by giving you a fresh start on life in this paradise. You’ll find that your memories of your beloved have been changed. Romance between a man and a woman has been replaced by the bond of friendship between two women. In this world, your father never had a son; he had a daughter. Now pick yourself up and enjoy your new life.”

Coraline found that the letter wasn’t lying. She couldn’t remember a romantic relationship with Alexis, but the bond between the two still existed in a different form. She smiled, and for the first time since she arrived in Costa Rica, she felt completely at peace. She floated back in the water and basked in the sensations of her new body. She didn’t know who changed her into a woman, but she hoped that she would be able to thank them someday.