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Pico's hands shook as she watched in horror, her eyes widening in disbelief as her boyfriend's clothes began to shift and twist before her very eyes. Fabric stretched and contorted, reshaping itself into unfamiliar forms as if driven by some unseen force.
"What's happening to you?" Pico whispered, her voice barely more than a frightened whimper.
Her boyfriend groaned in agony, his body wracked with spasms as the transformation continued unabated. With each passing moment, he became less recognizable, his features blurring and distorting until he was no longer the person Pico had known and loved.
And then, in a flash of blinding light, it was over. Pico blinked, her eyes adjusting to the sudden change as she looked upon the figure before her.
Where her boyfriend had once stood, there now stood a woman. Long, flowing hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing a face that was at once familiar and yet utterly foreign. Her clothes had shifted too, now fitting snugly against her new form in a way that left little to the imagination.
Pico's mind reeled, struggling to comprehend the impossible sight before her. She reached out tentatively, her fingers trembling as they brushed against the woman's cheek.
"Is that... is that really you?" she asked, her voice filled with uncertainty.
The woman nodded, a sad smile playing at the corners of her lips.
"It's me," she replied, her voice tinged with sorrow. "But... not as you remember me."
And as Pico looked into her eyes, she knew that their lives would never be the same again...

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Pico's hands shook as she watched in horror, her eyes widening in disbelief as her boyfriend's clothes began to shift and twist before her very eyes. Fabric stretched and contorted, reshaping itself into unfamiliar forms as if driven by some unseen force.
"What's happening to you?" Pico whispered, her voice barely more than a frightened whimper.
Her boyfriend groaned in agony, his body wracked with spasms as the transformation continued unabated. With each passing moment, he became less recognizable, his features blurring and distorting until he was no longer the person Pico had known and loved.
And then, in a flash of blinding light, it was over. Pico blinked, her eyes adjusting to the sudden change as she looked upon the figure before her.
Where her boyfriend had once stood, there now stood a woman. Long, flowing hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing a face that was at once familiar and yet utterly foreign. Her clothes had shifted too, now fitting snugly against her new form in a way that left little to the imagination.
Pico's mind reeled, struggling to comprehend the impossible sight before her. She reached out tentatively, her fingers trembling as they brushed against the woman's cheek.
"Is that... is that really you?" she asked, her voice filled with uncertainty.
The woman nodded, a sad smile playing at the corners of her lips.
"It's me," she replied, her voice tinged with sorrow. "But... not as you remember me."
And as Pico looked into her eyes, she knew that their lives would never be the same again...