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John was being chased by police, successfully stealing thousands of dollars and carrying said wealth in his handy backpack. All things considered, committing the crime was the easy part, as now he had to run like no tomorrow to avoid getting caught and return home with all this money, something that was much easier said than done.

After several minutes of running and many close calls, the man thought he’d soon be behind bars, that was until he found an unlocked door. He had no clue what kind of building he just entered, but that didn’t matter. He continued to hide from justice as he went further inside the building.

The thief would soon find out he was in a bridal store after finding a large room filled with tons of white dresses of varying sizes and shapes. He immediately had the idea of hiding beneath one of the larger gowns, doing exactly that as he went right under one of the puffiest gowns and hid there for several minutes.

The good news is that the police seemed like they didn’t even know he was in that bridal shop as the room remained peaceful, but the bad news was that… very strange things began to occur. John soon felt as if the gown’s skirt was shrinking or deflating, soon engulfing him tightly, leaving him in darkness for a brief moment.

The man would soon see the room and its light once more, but to his horror, he was for some reason wearing that dress he was hiding under just a few moments ago! He blushed in embarrassment and tried to rip off the dress and run away, succeeding at neither as the corset was abnormally strong and he tripped and fell on his back, feeling like he tried walking with high heels.

The thief remained on the ground as he recovered from the fall, unaware that his body would start transforming. His face was the first to morph into a feminine version of itself, the beard and mustache receding into his skin while the jawline said hair rested on narrowed down. Other parts would become more prominent, like his lips becoming much fuller, also developing a brighter red color, as if lipstick had been applied to them, something similar happening with his widening eyes being decorated with thick eyeliner that turned his manly face into something much more feminine and adorable.

John placed his hands on his head, expecting to feel the black beanie he was wearing a few moments ago, but instead he was greeted with voluminous and lengthy hair. “What?…”. This strange detail would hide from him as the flowing hair would be wrapped up in a cute little bun.

“I have to get out of here” he whispered as the feminizing male slowly but surely got up. It was going be horrible to go back home in a such an outfit, but as long as he wasn’t cuffed by police, maybe it was worth it. The transformation would not stop there though, John not being aware that his body shrunk down, limbs became smooth and hairless, nails were growing and his torso adjusting to fit the corset, only leaving the cups of it unfilled.

“Well, at least I still got the money” he said as he wobbled rather than walked towards his backpack, the white heels under his dress could catch some women off-guard, so you can imagine how much worse it was for a man who’s never worn heels before. During this, he’d also feel that his underwear was different, much tighter than before, unaware he now had white lace panties hugging his manhood.

Just as he picked up the money-filled backpack, he would immediately drop it as an overwhelming sensation invaded his body, soon to be her body. The ill-fitting panties would fit better as his cock shrunk and his testicles receded into a tight orifice forming right under them. His ass would expand exponentially larger as his once flat cheeks now formed a big juicy bubble butt, a booty that was complemented by his thickening thighs and widening, almost motherly, hips.

Although he could feel what was happening under the dress, the man-turned-woman screamed in her new feminine voice as a pair of tits inflated from her chest as that made things even more obvious, and to her, much scarier. Fat quickly piled up around that area, filling up the corset’s cups and now it felt somewhat snug against her C-cup milkers.

“What’s going on here?!”. A woman slammed open a door, entering the same room the now female John was present in, confused as to why she heard a lady screaming in here. “Josie! What are you doing in here?! Your fiancé is waiting for you at the church!”. “What?! Wh-… What are you talking about, who are you?!” said the confused woman.

Fiancé? Church? Josie? In her confusion, the woman almost revealed she was a male thief that just escaped justice. She took a deep breathe and tried to play it cool. “Uhhhm… S-Sorry! I just… I’m nervous, you know…”. “Oh God! That’s totally normal, girl! I was just worried that something bad happened to you!”. “Yeah… Ahem, so I need to give this backpack to… my fiancé… It’s their money and… they… they forgot about it! Yeah!”.

Josie smiled nervously, trying to not think about the fact she was suddenly turned into a woman, a bride and that she was apparently getting married that day. “Don’t worry about that! We have to get you into that church!”. “But- But-!”. “C’mon, let’s go!”.

The woman was forced to walk into a car and head towards this church. The money was in said vehicle, but she didn’t see a way of escaping this feminine insanity without her sounding like the insane one, the sensations her new body gave her didn’t help with formulating a plan either.

Josie was overwhelmed with the sensitivity of her female form, the foreign feelings of her chest bouncing and being so exposed felt humiliating to her. At the very least, it seemed like she could somehow perfectly walk with whatever high heels she was wearing, but running in them was certainly impossible, not to mention the giant skirt that added weight and was incredibly annoying to walk with, let alone make a run with it.

“Hey, it’s going to be okay! You’re a beautiful bride!” said the lady, clearly seeing how distressed Josie was. “Th-Thanks…” she chuckled nervously, trying to keep her cool while internally wanting to scream and rip this dress apart. At this point, she was considering abandoning the money and just running away from this madness, but even that didn’t make things much easier, especially now as she was forced to walk towards the altar.

Josie let out an audible gulp, sweating profusely from the nerves and shame she felt as everyone stared at her, all of them smiling in happiness, being happy about seeing such a beautiful woman like her marry such a handsome man… Oh yeah, that’s a whole other issue! She thought she was about to marry a woman as she was a straight male just a few moments ago, not making things too much better but at least it could be worse… and indeed, it was worse… She was about to marry a man! She hated the idea of kissing another man, but if she didn’t want to look like a crazy woman, she’d be forced to do so.

The former thief had no idea what she just got herself into. A saving grace was that her soon-to-be-husband was quite wealthy… At least she no longer had to rely on burglary to keep herself afloat, but she didn’t know if such a thing was worth it in exchange of her manhood which she wanted back so badly.