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(Men into women and cards)

Anyone else wish there was a TF themed card game?

  "I can't believe I lost after getting this far," he said as his body began to change.

    His hair was the first thing he noticed changing. It grew and turned jet black forming into a bun. Strange accessories hooked themselves into his hair pinning it in place. The clothing on his body melted into black robes that revealed his ballooning chest. Thick make-up appeared on his morphing face and dark lipstick on his now plump lips as he took on a sultry look. Small bat wings grew out of his nape as a shiny black choker formed around his throat. Masculine hips and genitals contorted into that of a woman’s, completing the first part of the transformation.

    His, now her, body froze before she could get the satisfaction of groping herself and was forced to pose in a seductive manner. Everything turned a shade of purple as she began to shrink and compress. She was now a flat Lilithmon card, only a few inches long. Her new body lightly fluttered on the desk next to her deck.

    It wasn’t fair, she thought to herself, she won every local, state and country tournament with ease. Each of her opponents turning into a card after they lost, as per tournament rule. Her overconfidence must have led to her downfall.

    "Wow, I never thought you were going to lose. Hey, you remember me right," the Angewomon below her said.

    She did remember, Angewomon was her first victory at her hometown local tournament that she kept in her deck as a good luck charm. The kid only had a starter deck and was completely swept by her. She loved watching people transform, it made her want to keep playing and collect more people. By the time she reached the North American tournament, her deck consisted mostly of her past competition.

    "Being a card is not so bad. You get to be part of the game in a whole new way and the sleeves are really comfy,” Angewomon rattled on.

    The newly minted Lilithmon wanted to roll her eyes to Angewomon but was interrupted by their new owner, “Sweet, an alternate art Lilithmon,” he said before shuffling her old deck and herself into a new deck.

     “Well it could be worse. At least I didn’t become a Numemon like the last guy I beat.”

Description

(Men into women and cards)

Anyone else wish there was a TF themed card game?

  "I can't believe I lost after getting this far," he said as his body began to change.

    His hair was the first thing he noticed changing. It grew and turned jet black forming into a bun. Strange accessories hooked themselves into his hair pinning it in place. The clothing on his body melted into black robes that revealed his ballooning chest. Thick make-up appeared on his morphing face and dark lipstick on his now plump lips as he took on a sultry look. Small bat wings grew out of his nape as a shiny black choker formed around his throat. Masculine hips and genitals contorted into that of a woman’s, completing the first part of the transformation.

    His, now her, body froze before she could get the satisfaction of groping herself and was forced to pose in a seductive manner. Everything turned a shade of purple as she began to shrink and compress. She was now a flat Lilithmon card, only a few inches long. Her new body lightly fluttered on the desk next to her deck.

    It wasn’t fair, she thought to herself, she won every local, state and country tournament with ease. Each of her opponents turning into a card after they lost, as per tournament rule. Her overconfidence must have led to her downfall.

    "Wow, I never thought you were going to lose. Hey, you remember me right," the Angewomon below her said.

    She did remember, Angewomon was her first victory at her hometown local tournament that she kept in her deck as a good luck charm. The kid only had a starter deck and was completely swept by her. She loved watching people transform, it made her want to keep playing and collect more people. By the time she reached the North American tournament, her deck consisted mostly of her past competition.

    "Being a card is not so bad. You get to be part of the game in a whole new way and the sleeves are really comfy,” Angewomon rattled on.

    The newly minted Lilithmon wanted to roll her eyes to Angewomon but was interrupted by their new owner, “Sweet, an alternate art Lilithmon,” he said before shuffling her old deck and herself into a new deck.

     “Well it could be worse. At least I didn’t become a Numemon like the last guy I beat.”