“Well,” Tim said to the smouldering crater now taking up the majority of his backyard, “This isn’t going to help the property value.”

An orange sphere sat half buried in the Earth unlike anything he’d ever seen. Whatever it was, it must have fallen from high up enough to cause the giant gauge in the earth. Yet there was no visible damage on the object; it was seamless, unbent, and seemingly unperturbed by its calamitous impact. It pulsed every few seconds with a ghostly white light.

Possibilities swarmed like locusts around him. Satellite? Chunk of a plane? Trebuchet projectile? Nothing immediately made sense. He thought about calling the authorities, but what authority would he direct his complain to? The FAA? NASA? Any person with an amount of power would be as likely to lock him up as ignore him.

He pulled out his phone and took a picture, just to make sure it wasn’t a hallucination. Confident that he was seeing was real, he slid down into the crater as carefully as he could. His foot caught on a half-exposed rock, and his stumble turned into a tumble. He came to a rest only when his chest thumped into the rock at the bottom. With the wind knocked out of him, he tried to recover his breath while reeling from the pain that a handful of impacts had given him.

“Fucking…ow,” he managed, hauling himself up to a sitting position. Though remarkably slight for his age and gender, that didn’t always translate into greater nimbleness or dexterity. He felt as awkward at 5’6 as another guy might at 6’6. Still, it likely eased his fall down the crater to be as small as he was.

While he rubbed his sore elbow, motion in the rock made his heart leap. The strange lump unrolled itself, like a sleeping animal waking up from a nap. A tinny noise emerged as if through old drive-thru speakers. crackling and muffled…but distinctly a voice.

“Scanning…primitive sapient detected…” is all he could pick out of the waves of static that ebbed and flowed over the speaker’s output. Before he could ask what that meant, it popped up, instantly unfolding to its full two-foot-long size. He could not deny it looked like a mechanical fox, though he’d never seen anything as advanced as that in terms of mimicking an animal form. It landed on four stubby legs, spun around chasing its tail as if looking for something, then gnawed on its back right paw.

“Blasted servos,” the fox said in an androgynous human voice, “They never work right after reentry.”

“Hello?” Tim asked the machine. Its pointed ears perked up. Once located, it locked onto Tim and prepared to pounce, pushing its body low to the ground and snarling with its muzzle. He got back to his feet and tried to edge back.

“I mean you no harm, little metal dude.”

“Doubtful,” the robot fox scoffed, but relaxed its posture. “Primitive sapient indeed…well, it’s not like I have a choice. You have a name?”

“Tim.”

“Well Tim, you’re officially drafted into the service of the Star Navy. Congratulations are in order, but we don’t have time.” It stood up, an unnatural movement for a fox to perform on its own, and pushed at the surface of its stomach. A small compartment opened, revealing a foot-long gilded stick topped by a glowing pink and gold star-shape. The fox-like machine pulled it out of its alcove with its surprisingly dexterous tail and fell back on all fours.

Tim raised an eyebrow at what looked like a dollar store magic wand. “And what exactly does that mean? Is this an ad for something? Some kind of ARG for a new TV show?”

A crack of thunder out of the clear night sky stole both their attention. “Blast! She’s arrived sooner than I thought. Quick, Tim of Earth, take this Wand of Power and get powers unlike anything your world has ever seen!”

He stared at the item. While not a bastion of masculinity himself, he was reasonably sure that most women would also have a problem with holding something so silly. Especially if this was a practical joke to get an embarrassing video.

Then again, a robotic fox was talking to him.

Tim reached out to touch the head of the wand. He had barely brushed it with the pad of his middle finger when he found himself in a featureless void. Suspended in blank space, swirls of colors spilled in from every direction. Without source, they wrapped around him from all directions, bathing him in a confusing haze of rainbow light. At some point he started shouting but his throat was hurting by the time he could hear it. Flailing in the technicolor space, he searched for something to grasp onto. Above him, floating just within reach, was the wand. He grasped it.

The light subsumed Tim. His very skin glowed with the strange illumination, burning away his old clothes in a flash. The light replaced them by dousing him in pink and gold, localized colors that grew tangible. A curtain of what looked like blonde hair fell down around his eyes, temporarily concealing the transformative energies. But he could feel them. They crept up his arms and legs, gobbled up his chest and waist, and seared a ringlet around his head. He could not escape their embrace. The only thing that was within his power was to hold on to sanity and hope, at some point, this poly-chromatic nightmare would end.

He was dropped to the cool grass next to the crater-like a discarded puppet. The familiar tactile sensation made him open his eyes. He was alive! Leaping to his feet, however, proved difficult. His pair of worn sneakers had been replaced by a pair of sparkling pink heels!

“What the fuck?!” he cried, voice hoarse. He scrambled over to the sliding glass door to see his reflection, falling down twice on his way. What he saw made his blood turn cold.

Tim was wearing a pink dress. Not just a dress, but one whose skirt wouldn’t conceal his masculinity if he did anything more than stand perfectly rigid. His shoulders were exposed, as was his sternum in a parody of what some might derisively call a ‘boob window’. Arm warmers and stockings, white with gold trim, made him look like the gaudiest cam-girl ever. To complete the picture, his dirty blonde hair had turned platinum and now reached past his shoulders. Only a circlet, pink of course, contained his locks and kept them from getting in his eyes.

He didn’t notice the fox robot creep over beside him. “Not bad. I was worried the uniform wouldn’t fit you.”

Tim seethed. He reached out to strike the fox but bit down his rage at being degraded in this way. If the robot had done this to him, it might be able to reverse it too.

“Okay, haha, this is a very funny trick you played on me. Could you bring my clothes back?”

The ground shuddered. Even though it was night, Tim could see a pillar of smoke rise in the distance to his North. Fingers of ethereal lightning lit the rising cloud, giving it an unsettling air. Whatever it was that had landed wasn’t normal, and he doubted it was another fox.

“No time! You’re a member of the Star Navy now! With great power, yadda yadda, protect the innocent and punish the guilty! We got a space tyrant coming our way, so let’s get the combat lessons in pronto!”

“What does that even mean?” he asked, blankly staring at the wand in his hand. It looked like a toy, but it was warm to the touch. There was an energy building up inside. The star on the top began to glow.

“The Wand has given you powers. Try casting a missile.”

He frowned. “A what?”

The fox rolled its eyes. Its ears perked up when it heard a crashing noise come from the direction of the smoke pillar. “She’s getting closer. A missile! A projectile, a hard-light projectile. Quick. Try it out. Picture something small and hard and cast your wand toward the target.”

Having gone this far, Tim decided to go a little further. He pictured a baseball and lightly flicked the wand toward his barbecue. A translucent pink orb materialized from the tip of the wand and sailed through the air at the speed of an underhand lob, clonking into the metal side before dissipating in a puff.

“Whoaly shit!” he said, dumbfounded. “This is real?”

“Of course it’s real you dummy! I … oh … I guess that’s to be expected.” The fox stared at his chest. Tim looked down to see if his outfit had torn.

“What are these?!” he asked, cupping the slight mounding around both of his nipples. It surely hadn’t been there before. He would have noticed a pair of A cups.

“The power of the wand is used to a certain body type. By using it, the wand might be trying to repair your body into an optimum conduit for its energies. And…well…that conduit happens to resemble a mammalian female.”

Tim scoffed. “Hey! I’m not a girl, bub!” A difficult statement to make while wearing a pink dress, high heels, and holding a cutesy wand, but he meant it in all earnest.

“We don’t have time for this. Look, there’s a few very important rules to know about being a Star Sailor. Number one, don’t ever, EVER let- mmf!” A shadowy disembodied hand snapped around the robot’s muzzle. Another two picked it up and made it float to the North, where the high wooden fence was now warping apart. The painted pine burst into a thousand splinters as it reached its limit, heralding the arrival of the most beautiful woman Tim had ever seen.

Vantablack hair that moved like it was alive spilled down her shoulders to her lower back. Scantily clad in vestments of ebony and bronze that left plenty of her spotless lavender skin on display. Her breasts were covered by a pair of cups that looked almost like clawed hands, and her lower half was barely concealed behind a sarong. Her hips swayed as she walked, an almost hypnotic motion.

“Ah,” she purred, pressing a black fingernail to her chin, “Allow me to introduce myself: My name is Galaxia Black. I am the scourge of all things that the sanctimonious Star Navy stands for. And seeing that I’m too late to claim the wand for myself, I’ll have to settle for taking you for my own.”

“You’ll never get away with this, witch!” the fox said, struggling against the hands trapping him. With a jerk of her head, the hands flung the hapless robot into the air at incredible speed. It howled in protest, but soon that sound had disappeared into the night. Tim gulped. He was all alone.

As the strange woman stalked towards him, he threw the wand at the ground. “Go ahead, take it. Just leave me be!”

She shook her head. “It’s not that simple, dove. Look.” The woman nodded toward his hand. Sure enough, the wand had returned to it as if it had never left. “It is bound to you, Earthling. That is, until you die. And we wouldn’t want that, would we?” Her smoky voice left him feeling a little light headed. There was something inside those words that was plying him to give up. To become her pet. His cock stiffened, lightly tenting out his skirt.

“I didn’t even want this!” he stammered, backing away. He knew from the map of the backyard in his head he was maybe half a minute away from putting his back into another part of the fence. Backing up also proved another problem, as he could barely move forward in heels.

His left foot sunk too deep, a minor rut in the grass, perhaps. He tumbled ass over teakettle, showing off that he was wearing nothing to contain his above-average dick.

“Life doesn’t often give us a choice, sweetheart. I promise if you come peacefully, I won’t do anything … unnatural to your body.” The barely contained joy behind her words belied the reassurance. As beautiful as she might be, this was no benefactor.

Tim’s mind returned to the previous display of his power. Casting the ball had been nearly effortless, but it had caused a significant physical change. Was he willing to risk that?

He whipped the wand toward Galaxia. This time, a glowing pink hammer sailed through the air. It slammed into the woman’s chest. She paused long enough to flick the illusion away before continuing to approach.

“Remarkable form for such a novice. You must remember to give your casts weight, dear. Otherwise they’re just a pretty light show. Here, let me demonstrate.” Above her, a darkened shape like the hands that had taken the robot fox. This one, a gigantic foot, barrelled like a freight train toward Tim. He leapt out of the way in time for it to graze one of his heels, spinning him roughly around until he landed hard on his left side. The construct slammed into the ground, kicking up clumps of dirt and sod that rained down and leaving a distinct sole-shape in his lawn.

Tim struggled to stand. The heels didn’t make it any easier. Pushing off from his knees, he managed to get one foot under him before another strike came at him. Thinking of something that could defend him, he pulled together a medieval shield shape and blocked another projectile, shattering it into a dark haze.

“Impressive indeed!” the woman placed her hands on her hips. “A protective conjuration that strong is a high-level technique…though I can see it is having a transformative effect on your body.”

Tim snapped his eyes down and then back up, cringing as his mind took in the details. His hips had filled out his skirt, changing his body shape a more voluptuous proportion. Those tiny lumps had expanded again, giving him a pair that could not be mistaken for anything but breasts. And most concerning of all, there was less of a presence underneath his skirt. Using his powers was altering his body into some kind of cute girl!

He moved to strike against her … but hesitated. Is this really what he wanted?

The delay was all she needed. Springing through the air with a boost from her own magic, the mysterious woman closed the distance in a fraction of a second. All he had time to do was widen his eyes before she clasped her hands around his shoulders and pinned his arms to his side.

“Aww, honey. Let me help you with your little problem,” she said. Her energy pulsed through her fingers to attack him. His wand, responding automatically, placed a shield around his skin. The thin layer of pink kept her black tendrils at bay, but was drawing energy from the wand. And as it did that, the transformation continued at a steady pace, feminizing him while he wriggled helplessly in her iron grip. The chest window showed off a growing amount of cleavage, making him whimper. What little body hair he had shriveled back up into his skin, leaving him hairless from the cheeks down. His posterior bulged out the fabric of his cutesy skirt, making it cover less and less of his groin. In tandem, his cock shrunk down, withdrawing until it was a mere throbbing nub not much bigger than a clit.

“Please. .. no more …” he said in a whisper, his body almost completely lost to the ravages of femininity. His pleading eyes met hers. Immediately, he realized his mistake.

“Relax—” Galaxia commanded. Her eyes swirled and spun, entrancing Tim into her hypnotic clutches in mere moments. His weakened mind was no match for the mind that had ensnared entire worlds in her mental thrall.

“I…y-yes,” he replied. He felt weak, helpless before her.

“You’re horny, aren’t you?” Galaxia asked, though the way she said it made it seem more like an assurance. And he was. She was so pretty. His cocklet throbbed and his nipples aches to be touched. That was a new sensation, but it made sense given his new form. He reached for his dick, but she slapped his hand away. “Don’t worry. I have something for that pretty little squirt gun.”

Galaxia pulled a dark metal ingot from behind her back. With a moment’s concentration, the material folded and reshaped itself into a metal harness that went around the waist, topped with a small indentation. A tiny wire bulge. She slid it around his waist while he could only watch and wiggle as the chastity cage was snapped into place.

A clicking noise signaled the cage was locked. A jolt shot through his body, followed by a draining sensation. It was as if all his strength was pulled from his limbs and swirling around the chastity cage containing his now tiny dick. The color from his dress faded, leaving it a pale salmon by the end.

“What is happening?” he asked.

Galaxia Black cackled, cupping his tiny, unprotected balls like an interesting trinket. “Usually the power seal goes around the neck or the chest, but I’m feeling rather frisky tonight. With it locked on, all your Star Sailor powers are tucked nice and safe around your little lump, never to escape. It means that I’ll likely never free you from its embrace, mind, but with a clitty that small, it wouldn’t be much use to anyone.”

Tim moaned, helpless against her touch. His whole body was a live wire and each time she touched him made his mind short-circuit. And without a chance of relief, all he could do is writhe and whimper like the pathetic bitch he’d become. He could move his arms, but they felt like they were made of rubber. His chastity cage now glowed a neon pink, displaying that all his power was now bound up in its minuscule confines. That whole process had set off all kinds of submissive desires that he hadn’t known he harbored. A tiny drop of excitement showed just how pent up her new acquisition was.

Galaxia visibly reveled in toying with him. “It’s a shame. All this untapped potential. Had your little friend got to you a few weeks, maybe a few months before, you might have proved to be a formidable foe. But you’re useless now, aren’t you? Just a dripping, squirming plaything trapped in your own arousal.” She picked the wand out of his hand. With its power caught in the feedback loop driving Tim crazy, it was as useless as he was. Well…tactically, at least. “There’s a way for you to get relief, of course.”

He whined. “Please … tell me … how can I cum?”

She flipped the wand around, presenting the end to him. “You have everything you need.”

It took a moment to understand what she was saying. He didn’t want to do it. It was degrading. It was humiliating. But the pressure was not going away. His body craved release in the same way that a drowning man craves air. It was a fundamental imperative that he proceed, no matter how slutty it made him look. He picked up the wand with shaking fingers and maneuvered it around to his plump bottom.

“Oh my goodness, you are a shameless one aren’t you?” his tormentor said through a theatrical cackle. The wand slipped inside him, forcing a groan out from between clenched teeth. He’d only dabbled in butt-play, mostly with previous partners, so he was fumbling in his efforts to fuck himself. The transformation had made his ass more pliable, it seemed, but each inch was a struggle.

He managed to push it up half way before his legs gave out. Flopping onto his back, he splayed his legs out and angled the wand deeper.

“Ngh!” He had brushed against his pleasure button. In response, a squirt of pent up pre shot out from his tip. He got to work jack-hammering his poor bottom with the source of his short-lived magical power, milking his prostate in a desperate bid for release. He could feel his chance for release. It built up inside him. In his stomach, in his thighs, even in his toes. The mounting pressure made in insensate. He huffed, the makeshift dildo’s motion is only focus. The feeling approached, and he chased after it like an addict.

When it hit, it was so unlike his previous orgasms. Those were sharp crescendo: spikes of pleasure that faded quickly. This sensation crested and left him speechless, but it kept coming in waves that ebbed and flowed with the rhythm of his hand. Cum spilled from his glowing cage freely, emptying out onto his smooth tummy like some misapplied tanning lotion. Far from a virile display, it looked like the kind of mess a wet cloth might take care of in a jiffy. He didn’t shoot cum; he squirted.

Tim gasped for breath. The little puddle of spent seed was already cooling when Galaxia’s summoned hand picked him up off the ground. His weary eyes locked onto hers, and once more his will was subsumed by her dominating stare.

“There’s a good girl,” she said, stroking his long hair, “And you are a girl, aren’t you?”

“I … I am?” Tim asked.

“Yes. A pretty girl too. What’s your name, pretty girl?”

Tim tried forming her name, but the words wouldn’t come out the way they sounded in her mind. Her lips opened, closed, and opened again. It was only when she started from Square 1 that she could get her name out.

“Tami. My name is Tami.”

Galaxia clapped. “That’s an excellent name! Well Tami, now that I have you, what should I do with you?”

Tami’s thoughts were muddled. She knew there were things she should be doing, things she wanted to do. But a lot of them were indistinct. The only desire that wasn’t hard to focus on was her deep-seated urge to serve.

“Do you need anything done, Goddess?” she asked. The villainess made a production out of thinking the question over.

“Perhaps … I would enjoy a live-in maid in my Forbidden Fortress. Tell me: how do you feel abou t being a walking testament to my corrupting power, made to present your holes for fucking at my whim, and possibly helping me corrupt the other members of the Star Navy into your submissive Sailor sisters?”

Those didn’t sound like things she wanted to do. But because those things are what Galaxia proposed, those became Tami’s heartfelt desires!

“Oh yay!” she hopped up and down, “Can I really be your fuck puppet?”

“Of course you can. But first…” A dozen small hands surrounded Tami and started pulling. They peeled off the layers of her pink outfit, making changes to reveal as much as possible. Most importantly, the skirt was removed to permanently display the humiliatingly small chastity cage for all to see. “Let’s make sure your fellow Sailors will be able to see the source of your power—”

THE END