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Femme X Change: Anya Forger to Yor Forger (FTF AP)
🕑 Added 2025-03-20 13:18:13 +0000 UTC"It's almost Mother's Day!", young Anya Forger excitedly telling herself as she walks home, "I wonder what Mama wants for her special day..." She was just returning home from Eden Academy, walking past the nearby stores to check out any potential gift ideas. "Well, it's not like Mama likes anything too fancy or expensive. But I want to get her something nice!"
The girl stopped by a florist shop, seeing a bouquet of white roses and thought, "Flowers would be good, but I don't think they'd last very long." It's been quite a while since she has never got to properly experience Mother's Day due to all the past adoptions Anya had so many times, let alone having to be sent back to the orphanage because of her telepathic powers freaking everyone off, making her adoption as a daughter of the Forgers all the more precious to her. What's more, is that her parents were as awesome as one could get: her "Papa" Loid Forger—aka "Twilight—is a professional spy working to prevent a massive war between Ostania and Westalis by posing as the patriarch of this false family, and her "Mama" Yor Forger working on two jobs - a secretary for the government office and an assassin known only by the nickname "Thorn Princess", though only Anya knew about her parent's secrets and is instead helping both of them in secret to further ensure peace.
"Oh, I wish I could get Mama something nice, but I'm too small to do a job, and all I could really do is read her mind and that's not right at all!" Anya sighed sadly. She didn't want to use her telepathy to learn her mother's desire without permission, especially after all the trouble her powers had given her. With what little money she has, the little pink-haired girl buys some flowers from a cheaper shop nearby, specifically a bouquet of roses, and excitedly skipping steps as she heads home, where the Forger family dog Bond jumps on her and licks her all over.
Good thing the bouquet isn't all that damaged because of Bond's excitement as she puts down the flowers and puts some water on a base to put her flowers on when she spots a letter near where she put down the flower base.
The letter Yor wrote for her, as little Anya reads, tells the young girl that she was invited over by the Desmonds for a special holiday event and won't be back until tomorrow evening. "Mama's going on a vacation with the Desmonds?! And Papa is away for work for a full month?!? What am I gonna do?", the pink-haired girl cried out. This was a rather big shock for the girl, who had never celebrated Mother's Day, let alone with her adopted mother.
She sat on the couch, trying to think of a way to surprise Yor. Out of sudden curiosity, the girl walks around the house, looking for something to do before her parents come back, and then, she came across the master bedroom where Loid and Yor slept in together.
"I shouldn't go in there," she told herself, knowing that her parents would be upset if she went into their bedroom.
"But... Mama's not here, so I guess it's okay," Anya thought, slowly opening the door and walked in, finding the room very enormous compared to hers as the pink-haired girl walks towards her parents' wardrobe.
"It's not nice to snoop around in other people's things, but maybe I can find something that might help me think of a way to celebrate Mother's Day," the girl said, and started going through her mother's closet. She pulled out a particular sleeveless black dress, a pair of black fingerless gloves and a pair of black high-heeled shoes, admiring the beauty and elegance of the outfit and wondered, "Was this Mama's assassin outfit? I've never seen her wear it."
Anya looked at the outfit, imagining how it would look if she wore it. "If I put it on, I'll probably look like Mama. But what if Papa or Mama comes home early?"
The little girl looked around the room, hoping her parents wouldn't catch her sneaking around in their room. "Maybe if I do this just once, they won't know," she said as she started putting on the dress, the gloves and the high-heels before running back to the mirror, though not before struggling to even take a step in those shoes, and was amazed at her reflection, seeing her in her mother's clothing. She made a little twirl and as she did, Anya failed to notice how the dress and its accessories adapted to her small frame, the unseen psychic "tendrils" emerging from her psychic aura as she mindlessly admired herself and her Mama.
"Mama is so cool, though I really wished I was as tall as her...", Anya spoke to herself, the tendrils responding to her whims as her limbs and torso began to slowly stretch and stopping at the height of most teenage girls, though Anya hasn't noticed it yet. "Yeah, I wonder how it feels like having those enormous things Mama has in her chest...", the girl ponders, ignorant of her flat chest slowly but steadily bulging and shaping up, the black fabric stretching to accommodate the newly-grown pair, which grew into the modest B-cups size. "I mean, that figure of Mama seems slim, yet so elegant that she can still do those cool kicks and stuffs without being a huff and puff, not like those other ladies in TV." The tendrils responded as her body started adapting and changing itself based on the girl's words, her hips widening and her waist thinner, while her arms and legs became a bit longer.
Overall, Anya is looking less like the little 7-year-old girl she was a few minutes ago and is instead resembling a modest-bodied teenage girl with short pink hair and a pair of cute green eyes. The girl hasn't noticed any changes, thinking the mirror was just a trick, and walked around the bedroom. She was a bit more confident walking in heels, though not quite as good as her Mama, and thought to herself, "Maybe if I could grow my hair a bit more. Having a short bob-cut hairstyle ain't working for me, to be honest." In response, her pink hair slowly began lengthening until it was past her shoulders, reaching into her back as the two "horns" on her head just fell off and faded into nothing with Anya barely even noticing them.
"Man, I can't believe how amazing this felt, though everyone finds it weird that my hair doesn't even match Mama's...", the girl ponders. The tendrils respond again, working their way from her scalp as black strands of hair gradually overtake her recognizable pink hair before it remolding itself into a very familiar hairstyle—a long black straight-cut with long side bangs framing her face—the same hairstyle her mother would sport, though Anya doesn't know it yet.
"I guess this is a good look for me," the girl spoke to herself, not noticing her own reflection in the mirror, "I wish I could look as elegant and mature as Mama, even if I'm just a little girl."
Unbeknownst to the oblivious teenage girl, the unseen psychic tendrils are still responding to her whims as her body once again began to morph anew. Within seconds, her heights shoot up as it rests precisely the same height her mother had, her modestly-sized breasts throbbing as if it was preparing to expand further and on cue, her bust grew from the size of a modest B-cup to a more well-endowed D-cup size, while the fabric of her dress and accessories are once again adjusting themselves to her more curvier physique, the dress clinging tightly to her new assets and the high heels accentuating her long legs, making her look very stunning and sexy, which Anya was completely unaware of.
Her lips, once cute as a button, are now much plumper and seductive as they were lightly glossed with red lipstick, her face is adorned with some subtle makeup, giving her a more define look to her cute features, and her hands and feet are much daintier and feminine. The last changes are the biggest as Anya's innocent and childish expression, once a reminder of the happy childhood she has had, is slowly but surely morphing into a more stern, cold, yet elegant look. Her innocent and cute eyes are replaced with a more seductive, calm, yet fierce gaze that would make many men fall head over heels with her, and her voice, once unable to articulate proper full sentences due to lacking in her education, is slowly growing into the refined and polite speech patterns of a grown-up lady.
As if deep in a trance, Anya then reaches for the rest of the accessories in Yor's dresser, grab a golden headband and tied her long black hair into an elaborate updo formed from braids wrapping around her head, securing it in place with the headband.
"Oh my, imagine if I can kick butt and do all of those cool tricks Mama does...", a very-unrecognizable Anya childishly fantasizes, unaware of the unseen tendrils reaching out into her brain and silently rearranging every events Anya can recall about herself into that of her Mama Yor's. Every memory she had involving her Mama—how she acts, speaks and moves like—were being copied and recreated, with only minor adjustments made so that her memories would fit within Yor's identity.
In no time at all, the psychic tendrils were done with the final touches as the black-clad woman opened her eyes, and was surprised at the new reflection, just now does she became aware of what happened to her.
"Is... Is that me?", the black-haired woman spoke to herself. The voice is different, not because it sounded like someone else, but because the pitch was lower than usual, though she does recognize the voice. She looks down at herself, checking her body and saw that she was wearing the black dress, a pair of black gloves, and a pair of black high-heel boots, the same clothing her Mama wears when she goes out for her nighttime job, which is actually killing people on the order of some unknown client.
She looks back at her reflection and was shocked that she is no longer the young Anya Forger anymore, and is now looking indistinguishable from her Mama. From her busty and slender body and large breasts to her familiar hairstyle and sharp red eyes, even down to the voice and general mannerisms, Anya Forger could easily passing herself off as the real "Yor Forger", not a complete copy but a full-fledged person herself.
"Wait a minute!", the woman gasped, realizing that she had somehow transformed into the exact likeness of her mother, "I... I must have used my psychic powers and accidentally transformed myself into Mama..."
She tries to reach out for her telepathy, only to realize that the psychic tendrils had not only changed her body, but also her mind, memories and personality, and can't seem to access her own psychic power, at least to an extent. The woman tries to think back of what happened before her transformation, and concludes that her sudden spike in her psychic potential somehow triggered an accidental transformation into her beloved Mama, which she was secretly proud of.
"So, if I'm Mama... Then that means...", the woman paused and thinks back on the day before her parents left, and suddenly remembers that the holiday approaching soon is Mother's Day.
"That's right, Mother's Day is just a week away, and I have been trying to think of something to give her as a gift," the woman said, "But since I've brought the bouquet of roses before all of this transformation, I guess it counts as me buying a Mother's Day gift for myself."
The woman smiled and giggled a little at the thought, not really knowing how to react at the absurdity of the whole situation, and then recalls, "My name... my name is Yor Forger. My husband is Loid Forger, and our daughter is Anya. We're a family... but I also work at City Hall, and I have a second job... a nighttime job. Sometimes, I get home very late, and my husband asks why. I passed it all off with an excuse of me having a girls night out with my coworkers. But the truth is...", the woman said, the realization setting in, "I'm an assassin. I'm known as the Thorn Princess."
Her thoughts turn to her nighttime activities, and her memories flash to various scenes, each depicting a gruesome death of a different target. It was not an easy life, but her targets were not innocent. They were people who committed unforgivable crimes and deserved their fates.
"I have to remember to keep these things a secret, especially from Anya. My little girl would get scared if she knew what her mother really does at night," the woman spoke, gasping at the mention of her little girl. She had a daughter, the most adorable little thing in the world, and she is once her. A sigh of relief, her Mama would be so proud of her.
"Well, since Mama and Papa are not coming home for a while, I might as well take this time to practice how to act like Mama. After all, Mama's been very busy with her off-days, so I guess it's okay if I do the housework for the time being," the woman said. She went downstairs and did her best to copy her mother's cooking skills. It was not an easy task, as the woman—no, she should call herself Yor Forger, had only recently learned how to cook and was not as skilled as her Mama. But she managed, and prepared a lovely dinner she can enjoy herself.
Afterwards, Anya decided to have some fun cleaning up the streets of stray criminals, silently and swiftly disabled long enough for the police to capture them as she escapes without a notice.
***
It was the next day, and Anya—as Yor— is busy buying some food in a grocery store when she bumps into a familiar face.
One with a cold stoic face, white hair and grey eyes.
"S-so sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you!"
Anya looks up to see one Fiona Frost, whose cold expression changed upon meeting the woman.
"Miss Yor, I did not expect to see you here. What brings you to the store?", the young girl spoke.
"Oh, I'm just buying some groceries for the family, that's all," the woman replied.
The conversation went on for longer as it should be, and Anya suddenly noticed that something is... off about Fiona. From the many times she met her, she knew the white-haired lady is as focused as Loid in regards to their secret professions as spies along with her infatuated affection towards him. However, Anya—as Yor—sees that Fiona seems to be a lot more expressive than her usual frosty self, as if it wasn't like herself, and the mental image she can find of her using a weaker ounce of her telepathic powers is that of Fiona's... rather lustful infatuation with Loid, maybe more than usual.
Suddenly, like a lightbulb igniting to life, it clicks.
"Mrs. Forger, are you okay?", Fiona asked in her usually cold demeanor, though there is a hint of concern, "You've been quiet for a while now."
A huge silent shock on Anya's face become evident of the realization in regards to whoever she's talking with just now.
"B-B-Becky? Is that... you!?"
In response, the frosty lady cries at her own realization as to who is the person she is speaking with.
"A-An-A-Anya!? What the~?! What happened to you!?"
"Me? What about you?!"
"How the hell should I know?! All I remember is that I'm walking down the sidewalk, and then suddenly, I found myself in Fiona's body and stuff!", the now-transformed Becky Blackbell cried, "Why are you looking like Miss Forger?"
A smile, a mischievous smile, creeps onto her face as Anya—currently under the identity of "Yor Forger"—leads her back to the Forger residence, ready to tell her now-transformed friend of the situation both of them gotten into.
"You see, it all started because I brought some roses for Mama on Mother's Day..."
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Characters belongs to Tatsuya Endo
