Hero in the Making [Man to Albino Woman TG] - Part 2

Commissioned Anonymously

Sam’s hyped for his favourite manga author's new series at the convention, even cosplaying as the main character. But when the character is revealed to be a woman, he’s humiliated—until he mysteriously transforms into her; and things only get more complicated from there. 

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Part 2

I stared at the card hanging awkwardly in front of my face for a moment. When it became apart, the man wasn't going to move any time soon. I took it awkwardly and turned it over in my now pale fingers. 

“Seth Greenland…Marketing?”

“I work for Inkwell Publications and Distribution.”

I knew that name. I’d seen it printed on the back of half the manga and comic books on my shelf. 

“Basco Barringer’s company?”

“The very same!” Seth said with all the energy of a game show host who’d just been given the correct answer. “Of course, somebody with your level of dedication would know.”

He looked me up and down hungrily, obviously taking in the ‘costume’. 

“I was watching from the crowd and as soon as you were made winner, I knew, I just knew, I had to talk to you.”

“That’s very nice, but-”

“You’re perfect, don't you see? The perfect person to help market and promote ‘Contrast’!”

“I’m not sure I could-”

“You’ve got the look down pat, and what’s more, you’re a fan; people will listen to you, they’ll believe you when you say how great the story is.”

“I haven’t even-”

“Not to mention, Basco is going to flip when he sees how much work you put into creating a perfect replica costume from just his little doodles online? Oh, he might even propose! So what’dya say?”

“...Do you ever let somebody finish their sentence before you keep talking?”

Seth chuckled a little and pointed two finger guns at me.

“Got too much to say and too little time.”

Did he think that was charming? Because it really wasn’t. My head was pounding; visions of myself up on that stage screen were still flashing before my eyes, and all I wanted was to get out of here and fall asleep. Maybe I would finally wake up from this nightmare. 

“Thanks, but no thanks, Seth. I really have to go now.”

I flicked the card back at him; he was trying so hard to look slick that I half expected him to try and catch it. Instead, it bounced off his starched shirt and fell to the ground, along with his jaw. 

“Wha-this is the opportunity of a lifetime!” he said, “Most fans would kill to work one-on-one with publishers and creatives! You could get sneak peeks at the manga, meet the man himself!”

Been there, done that, I thought. It went so well. 

“I’m going back to my hotel room.”

“Please, just take my card at least!” He scrambled to hand it back to me. “Or give me your name, you’re hotel room, something. Just think it over!”

This poor guy; he was obviously desperate for whatever reason. Little did he know that I’d do anything to be rid of this ‘costume’. No amount of hard selling was ever going to get me to agree to stay this way willingly, much less parade myself around promoting Basco’s new, woke manga. I’d finally reached the stage door when Seth added;

“The pay is excellent, I assure you!”

That made my ears prick up.

“Pay?”

“Yes, of course we’ll pay, handsomely, I might add. A few weeks' work, a few thousand dollars for you.”

“Thousands?”
My mouth went dry. Thousands of dollars for just a few weeks' worth of photos and some promo work? I wasn't sure exactly what it would entail, but it was certainly going to pay more than stocking shelves. It wasn't like I could even go to my regular job looking like this, and I had no idea how to change back. Maybe taking his card wouldn’t be the worst idea.

“I’ll…think about it,” I said slowly, taking the card again. 

Seth beamed from ear to ear. 

“Once in a lifetime!” He said again as I finally exited back out into the hall. “Once in a lifetime!!”

“You have no idea, dude,” I whispered under my breath. 

The hall outside the auditorium was packed; with the show over, all the guests and contestants were milling about, heading to other panels and events. 

“There she is!”

“Wow!”

“Is she wearing lifts in those boots? She has to be right; nobody is actually that tall.”

“I have to ask her how she made that armour…”

I groaned and quickly headed towards the nearest exit. I needed to get out of here. I’d give anything to just be alone for five minutes to think. The hotel across the street from the convention centre, Keith and I had booked for the weekend, may as well have been on the moon. 

“Hey! Pose for a picture?” Some guy asked before immediately holding up his phone and snapping a pic before I could answer. “Sweet, thanks!”

“Oh, me too!”

Another tossed his phone to a friend and appeared at my side, wrapping an arm around my middle and squeezing tightly. Because of the height difference, his face was pressed right against the side of my breasts, and I felt my cheeks go hot. The picture was taken before I could even think, and the man ran back to his friends.

“Did you see that?”
“Nice!”

They high-fived, and I could only blink in shock. I turned to go, only to almost run straight into a sweaty-looking man wearing the world's most stretched Superman shirt.

“Your costume is so cool.”

“...my eyes are up here, buddy.”

He didn't make any attempt to raise his eyeline from my chest. 

“You’re pretty.”

“Okay, I am out of here.”
I didn't stop again, didn't make eye contact, didn’t even pay attention to who was watching me as I made straight for the exit and fled out into the parking lot. As always, it felt a bit awkward crossing from KaCon back into the ‘normal world’. Even in typical costumes, it felt weird crossing a hotel lobby; now, in this body, I felt like a damn alien. I had to duck to step into the elevator, and the mirrored walls made it impossible to avoid my reflection. 

I gripped the handrail and stared, running a hand over my soft cheek. The pale white skin felt so delicate, there was a fine powder coating it, make-up. There wasn’t a hint of stubble anywhere. It was strange, the things you miss. I never cared much for my five o’clock shadows, but I felt slightly naked without it now. I leaned in even closer, taking in those red eyes, mesmerised by the flecks of pink floating in the sea of deeper red. 

“Ow.”

I had leaned so close that my chest was pressing up against the glass. I had no idea what cup sizes were, but these had to be whatever came after Ds. They were huge! They hadn't looked this big on stage, but looking down from this angle, they seemed like mountains. How had Basco missed them in his original sneak peeks? 

The doors opened, and I made my way down the hall to our room. A weight lifted from my shoulders as I slid my keycard in the door; finally, some peace. 

“Sam! You’re back!”

And the weight was back. 

“Keith? It’s not even lunchtime. Why are you back here?”

“Because I was worried, obviously,” he said seriously, “I tried to find you after the contest, why didn't you tell me you entered?”

“Because I didn’t.” I pinched my nose, trying to stave off a headache. “It was all a big misunderstanding.”

“Well, anyway, glad you’re okay. We should go back to the centre!”

“I’m not okay, Keith!” I yelled, feeling my temper flare. “I am about as far from okay as I can be! Look at me! I’ve grown over a foot in height, I’m stuck in this costume, I’ve got tits out to here!”

“I noticed.” He said a little too quietly. 

“Everybody noticed!” 

I sat down on the bed and winced; not out of pain but out of shock. The hard, cheap hotel bed suddenly felt so much more comfortable under my now plump ass. I couldn’t even sit down without being reminded of what had happened to me. 

“Okay, deep breaths, dude,” Keith said patronisingly. “We’ll work it out, we’re a team, you and I, remember?”

He came to sit next to me on the bed and placed a hand gently over mine. It was comforting, but a little weird. Keith had never been the touchy-feely type before today; now he was taking every opportunity. The hand over mine was hot, and he shuffled close enough that our thighs were brushing. 

“Why don’t you tell me everything, since it’s just the two of us now. No more distractions.”

There was something off about the way he was looking at me, eyes wide with awe. He wasn’t looking at me like…me. More like how he looked at the girls on stage at the cosplay contest each year. I gently took my hand out from under his, and he frowned.

“Since when are you so…tactile?”

“Since when do you use words like tactile?”

“Keith.”

“I’m just enjoying the view a little; there’s no harm in that.”

“Uh, the fact that you’re creeping me out?”

“Oh, come on, I’m being nice!”

“You’re hand is on my leg.”

“I’m trying to be supportive.”

“You’re being a creep! It’s me, dude! I’m not a woman!”

Keith rolled his eyes and gave me the most patronising look I’d ever seen.

“Well, you’re certainly acting like one.”

“What does that mean? I’m not acting any different! I’m just freaking out!”

“Emotional.”

“Who wouldn’t be emotional after being transformed into a total stranger!?”

Keith patted my thigh again and smiled gently, like a teacher trying to calm down a child. 

“Hey, hey, come on, what did I say before? Deep breaths.”

“Stop touching me!”

I stood up, drawing myself up to my full height to tower over him. 

“Just…get out, I need the room for a bit.”

Keith threw up his hands and shook his head in confusion, but thankfully headed for the door. Muttering the whole time about how this was his room too, and that just because I was a woman, I couldn’t boss him around. I bit my tongue; any more arguing might make him stay. 

I slammed the bathroom door as loudly as I could, even though Keith was probably long gone. That lump burned in my throat, making my eyes water. I was not being emotional, okay, I was, but for good reason. I ran my fingers through my soft white hair and took several deep breaths. 

Leaving the convention centre hadn't changed me back, but maybe removing the costume would. It had been impossible to take off back in the bathroom, but there was no harm in trying again. Holding my breath, I reached for the hidden zipper and tugged down. To my surprise, it glided easily, opening my bare back to the air and making me shiver. 

I lowered the zip down, till it stopped just above the curve of my new butt. Then, delicately pulled my arms and legs free. The body suit was like a second skin, peeling it away felt oddly intimate in a way that undressing didn’t normally. I examined my pale skin and large, delicate curves. It felt surreal. 

Finally naked, I looked down between my legs. I knew what I would find, yet seeing that mound of pale white hair was still shocking. The familiar weight I’d carried between my legs my whole life was gone. My stomach twisted with conflicting emotions. What I needed was to be able to think; I needed clarity. Post-nut clarity. It seemed stupid, especially because I didn't have nuts anymore, but I was in desperate need of release; why not do it the usual way in this unusual body? 

My fingers traced the smooth, pale skin of my arms, marvelling at how different it felt from my previous self. The texture was softer, almost velvety, and I couldn’t resist running my hands over every inch of exposed skin. I hesitated for a moment, unsure how to feel about this sudden change, but curiosity got the better of me.

I reached out, my fingertips brushing against the supple skin of my left breast. It was heavier than I expected, the weight a strange yet exhilarating. I cupped it gently, feeling the softness of the flesh beneath my palm. My nipple, a tight bud of pink, pebbled under my touch, and I couldn’t suppress a shiver of arousal. 

My gaze drifted downward, past the curves of my waist, my fingers following my gaze, leaving warm trails on my skin as they did so. My heart raced as I reached down, my fingers trembling slightly as they brushed against the soft, sensitive flesh.

It was warm, and as I pressed gently, I felt wetness. My breath caught in my throat. I had heard about this, of course, seen it in videos and pictures, but experiencing it firsthand was something else entirely. My fingers glided over the lips, teasingly at first, then with growing boldness. The sensation was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. I moaned softly, the sound echoing in the quiet bathroom.

I couldn’t stop myself. With a little hesitation, my middle finger slipped inside, and I gasped at the tightness, the warmth enveloping me like a glove. I began to move my finger in slow, deliberate strokes, my other hand instinctively reaching up to massage my breast. 

As I continued to play with myself, my mind struggled to reconcile the conflicting emotions. On one hand, I felt a sense of loss for the body I had known my entire life. On the other, there was an undeniable excitement at the novelty of this experience. How many times had I closed my eyes at night and imagined hearing the very sounds that were now coming from my mouth?

My breaths grew heavier, my movements more urgent. I added another finger, stretching the tightness and relishing the fullness it brought. My free hand squeezed my breast, thumb and forefinger rolling my nipple until it was hard as a diamond. The pleasure was building. I leaned against the sink, my reflection blurred as my head fell back in abandon, and I whimpered;

“Fuck.”

I had never felt anything like this before, and the realisation only fueled my arousal further. My fingers moved faster, my hips instinctively rocking against my hand as I sought deeper, more intense stimulation.

The orgasm hit me like a wave, crashing over me with a force that left me trembling. My body arched, my muscles tensing as pleasure ripped through me. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced, a release that seemed to come from the very core of my being, and it just kept going. My pussy clenched around my fingers, milking them for more pleasure until I finally stilled. 

I slumped against the sink, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. My fingers slipped out of my wetness, and I stared at my reflection, dazed and exhilarated. The woman in the mirror looked back at me with a knowing smile, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of satisfaction and curiosity.

That post orgasm haze washed over me, bringing with it a sense of relaxation and calm. The exact thing I’d been craving. I leaned against the sink for a few moments more before taking a deep breath and taking stock of the situation. I’d taken the costume off, and it hadn’t disappeared; I hadn’t changed back either. So perhaps that wasn’t a way out. Leaving the convention hall hadn’t changed me, so it had to be a person or maybe some sort of object that had changed me. All I had to do was find who or what and then get turned back. Until then, it looked like I was stuck like this. 

I grabbed my bag and riffled through it till I found the card Seth gave me. If I couldn’t figure out how to change back by the end of KaCon, I might have no choice but to take him up on his offer. A girl’s gotta eat after all. 

~

One extremely one-sided and excited conversation later, I was returning to the convention hall. Seth wanted to get started right away with extra promotion, strike while the iron is hot, and wallets were open, as he said. 

I still wasn't used to the eyes on me. I’d thought people had been staring before, but now that my body and costume had somehow magically transformed, it felt like I was the centre of attention wherever I went. It didn't help that I seemed to be getting taller. I was a good head over everybody I passed, sometimes two. If I were to guess, I was brushing up against seven feet tall. I’d attract attention even if I weren’t white as flour and wearing a full set of body armour. 

Speaking of the amour, it felt odd zipping it back up mostly because it didn't feel odd. If that makes sense, I’d expected to feel strange putting it back on, but instead it felt almost like a second skin, like I was meant to wear it. Despite all the strangeness, I still felt a thrill as I approached the VIP section of the convention. The back few rooms were always put aside for creators and panel guests so crowds didn't swarm them. I’d never been back here before. But when I handed over Seth’s card, the bouncer gave me a nod and opened the door.  

I stepped inside and barely held back a squeak of excitement: I saw voice actors, manga authors, even a few show directors I knew. Not to mention a few of the more famous cosplayers. I’d have given my right hand to get in here most years, and now I had been invited! Idly, I wondered where Keith was; if he knew I was here, he’d just about die from jealousy. 

“There’s my shining star!” 

If there was anybody who could ruin the moment…

“So glad you took me up on the offer!” Seth greeted. “Come, come, let’s go show you off to Basco!”

My ears began to heat up, thank God he wouldn’t recognise me. 

“Don’t worry, Basco is a darling,” Seth said, noting my pink face. “Hm, we might need to get you thicker white make-up to hide those cheeks.”

That only made me blush harder. We crossed the room, and more than once, Seth had to redirect me as I started wandering toward one of the other creators. The author of Bubble Gum Panic was here, so was her artist; what I wouldn’t give for a signed copy. 

Basco was sitting in the corner of the room, buried in a notebook, scribbling away. I couldn't imagine sitting in a room full of creative legends like this and ignoring them. 

“Seth, I told you no more fans today. I have had enough of them,” he said tiredly, not looking up.

Seth didn’t seem discouraged, which was good because I was. 

“You’ll change your mind when you see her!”

Basco looked up, and I couldn't help but smirk a little in satisfaction as his eyebrows disappeared into his hairline. 

“What the hell?”

“I know, right?” Seth grinned, “Isn’t she perfect!”

“Yes! I mean, sorry, how did you know to add that?”

He pointed to my chest, and I looked down to see a line of silver outlining the edge of the black body armour that definitely hadn’t been there before. Basco held up his notepad, revealing several sketches of Contrast’s costume.

“I only just added them.”

“Uh, lucky guess?” I lied, mind reeling. How had that happened?

“See! Great minds think alike!” Seth gripped my shoulders tightly, an incredible feat considering how much taller I was. “She’s dedicated and creative! Can't you just see her doing the promo videos?”

“Yeah.” Basco gave me a lopsided smile that was full of warmth, the complete opposite of his expression just a few hours ago. 

His eyes raked over my body, and I felt the skin beneath the body suit grow warm. His gaze wasn’t like Keith's or the other men I’d passed on the way here. I could tell Basco wasn’t checking me out, just the costume. 

“This is…incredible. You did this all based on those doodles I posted on Twitter. You even got the silver stripe idea?”

“Yup.” I lied nervously before adding. “I was a…am a huge fan of Ninja Storm, so I figured your next manga would be amazing too.”

“I’m glad you think so, and that you realised Contrast was a woman. Not everybody has been so receptive.”

I wished the ground would open up and swallow me. What had I been thinking? This was a terrible idea. It took all my self-restraint not to rant again. I bit my tongue, and thankfully, Seth started speaking again. 

He was saying something about promo videos while I had a quiet revelation. Basco liked this new me; he was clearly flattered that I took so much time to get the costume right. That wasn't wrong either, yes, this wasn't the costume I’d actually made, but I had worked hard on the original. Maybe if I did these promo videos, I could convince Basco to change Contrast! I could convince him to be less woke and make his magnum opus instead of whatever thoughts and feelings superhero he had planned. 

The idea made my heart race; this had to be it. Whatever had caused me to transform, this had to be the reason! I had been sent to save Basco’s story and his reputation! He hadn't listened to me as a man, but now I was basically his character come to life! He would have to take me seriously, but I’d have to be smart about it as well. I couldn't just come out and say I hate the idea; I’d have to think like a woman, be subtle, sneaky, do all those little gestures and make him think it was his idea all along. Women did that all the time, I would just have to hope I’d gained some feminine wiles along with my feminine figure. 

I did my best, wide smile and tilted my head a little to try and look cute.

“I’m so excited to help! If you have any information about the character or story that I can use to help sell these promo videos, please tell me!”
“Of course!” Basco smiled, “It's still a bit up in the air, of course, I only have the broad strokes worked out.”

Perfect. I could easily manipulate those broad strokes into a proper story; all it would take was a gentle touch on my part. 

“Can I see the pictures?” I asked sweetly, leaning over so my heavy breasts were a bit closer to him. 

“I suppose.”

The pictures were sketchy, showing Contrast in a few action poses. Her hips and chest were a lot more prominent now. Nobody would ever mistake that character for a man. 

“I’ve decided to make her a fully figured woman.” Basco explained, “I had somebody mistake her for a man thanks to those Twitter pictures. I don’t want that to happen again. Originally, I wanted the reveal to happen at the end of the first chapter, sort of like the end of the original Metroid, you know? But now I think it’s best people know what they are getting into.” 

His cheeks were red by the time he finished talking, and he quickly looked away, smoothing over his dark hair.

“Sorry, I tend to ramble sometimes. Especially when I am developing a new story.” 

“No, please! Tell me everything.”

“Hey now, don’t get too keen.” Seth cut in. “Can’t have a fan, even a mega fan, spreading rumours about the story, can we, Basco?”

Basco cleared his throat and nodded awkwardly. Seth wrapped an arm around me, and I flinched; I could feel the slimy business aura seeping into me. 

“Now that he’s signed off on it, why don’t we go get your details down, hm?” Seth grinned, “Right this way, I have a contract all written up for the occasion!”

I didn’t bother asking how he could possibly have written something up since we met. Knowing this guy, he came prepackaged with contracts ready to take advantage when opportunity came knocking. Or rather, when he hounded down said opportunity and knocked on its door. We took a seat at the back of the room, and Seth started to riffle through his briefcase, yapping the entire time in that tone of voice salesmen use to try and make you feel in control. 

“Why don’t we start with the basics?” He said, handing over a form along with a pen. 

I glanced down and instantly froze. The very first box made a stone form in my stomach, and it was so simple. Name. I couldn’t very well put down Samuel, could I? Samantha was the obvious choice, but it felt so basic. And what if I put in my real address and Seth found out nobody of that name lived there? What if I put in a fake address and then he tried to look me up? My entire plan was unravelling before my eyes, all thanks to paperwork. 

“Hey, superstar, don’t sweat it!” Seth’s voice made me jump. “I know the idea of getting into showbiz is scary, but you’ll do fine. Maybe if you do a good job on these promo videos, I could find you another job. I work with a lot of creators; this could be your big break. Do well and you could be on daytime TV before you know it.”

I just nodded and tried to smile; at least he thought I was sweating because of nerves. It was a miracle the white body make-up I had on wasn’t running. I stared at the form for a few seconds more before writing ‘Bianca Black’ in the box and filling out the rest of the information with my actual contact details. Without thinking, I wiped my brow, wincing, I pulled back, expecting to see a smear of white makeup on the body armour, but it was clean. Odd. It must be really high-quality stuff. 

“Now, for the contract, it’s a bit wordy, but don’t you worry. It just says you’ll make at least three promo videos, allow us to use your image and that the company owns the rights to the photos, of course.” 

Seth kept talking, but his words were going in one ear and out the other. At least until I heard a payment number and my whole world tilted on its side.

“I’m sorry, did you say a thousand dollars?”

“Per video, yes, in exchange for unconditional use of them and editing rights. And of course, we will collect the ad revenue.”

A thousand dollars per video. And I would do at least three. That was good money, and I would get to convince Basco to change his manga. I signed without hesitation, and Seth beamed. 

“Wonderful! We will be getting started right after the end of the convention! I’ll send a car to pick you up to film the first video on Monday, got it.”

I felt like I was floating on air; a car to pick me up. Like I was some sort of celebrity. Between this and the amazing orgasm, being a woman was starting to look pretty good. I shook Seth’s hand and hoped he’d let me stay back here, but unfortunately, I was shown back out onto the regular convention floor. Guess I would have to start my mission to save Contrast on Monday. 

The convention floor was winding down now, the first day always ended as the sun went down, and people were filing out. I thought back to my bags back in the hotel room, half empty. I’d only picked up a fraction of the merch I normally would. Not only that, but I’d managed to get a job. A way better job than stacking boxes, even if it was just temporary. As I stepped out of the convention centre, I smiled at several cosplayers who waved to me. The cool wind blew in my hair, and I let my eyes flutter closed to enjoy the sensation. I may not have picked this strange transformation, and I still couldn’t explain it, but I knew it had happened for a reason, and I was going to make damn sure I milked it for everything it was worth.