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The Sound of "Lofi beats to study too" echo'd through the dark room as Andrew stared at his laptop screen, the Wikipedia pages for Frida khalo sitting fully scrolled. The video call he'd opened with his friend Finley remained with his single screen and the feed of him staring back at himself. Judging his life choices. Then the call was picked up, Finley rubbing her eyes as she said "Okay Andrew, I just got up wadda you need?" Andrew, regaining thought after turning his brain off staring at the Wikipedia pages took a second to reply, saying "Your a artist, right?" "I dabble, but yeah I'd say I'm a artist" Finley replied, gently flipping her hair confidently. "I managed to get a teaching gig but its a art teacher and I gotta start like, tomorrow but aside from knowing some basic art history I'm barely qualified." Andrew blurted out, having clearly thought this up before. Finley leaned back in her chair "So what do you need from me?" "Teach me how to make art" "Oh, okay well since your in a rush we can use this trick i use whenever I have artists block. Basically poor a monster (specifically the standard flavour), some vodka, a lick of something that tastes metallic and a ibuprofen, swirl it around a bit and chug it. You'll either be able to create a entire portfolio or you'll end up in the emergency room." Andrew sat for second, before saying "God bless you Finley." He said, closing the call.

Andrew stood by his kitchen bench, looking down at all the gathered items. Gently he put them into his prized limited edition MacDonald's glass. It swirled like a magical potion except with a much larger health risk. Still, after a thorough stir the drink seemed ready. He expected he'd wake up after, surrounded by art. Either that or wake up to a nurse declaring him dead. Still, he needed this job so he chugged the concoction.

Instead of blacking out he felt a tightness in his chest, less a shortness of breath and more a tightness, like it was all going to explode. And then it did, bursting forth two nice C cup breasts that were pillow soft. These were followed up with his breaded face suddenly becoming unbearded, the shape becoming soft and slender as his eyes became an ocean blue. His black hair grew our, losing its darkness and becoming a soft brown with lots of spikes. His skin overall lost a lot of cuts, bruises, and any hair that wasn't on his pubes or his head. Now with porcelain skin it made sense for most of the strength from his arms to vanish, instead moving to his fingers which gained extra dexterity. His hips began to grow, the weight going from his belly to his hips. They got plump, fat even. And this wasn't just his hips, his ass cheeks gained enough power to kill. And then came his "paintbrush". Like all "paint brushes", it had hairs that stuck out and needed more washes. But low and behold, it got recycled. Yes the "paintbrush" was condensed, flipped inside out and made into a much more usable "Ink pot". Said ink pot would certainly do with a few "paint brushes" in it, but that'd have to wait. And for the final change, Andrews feet shrunk till they'd fit in the tightest and cutest of heels.

Andrew was left gasping for air, the experience having hit her like a truck, her now long brown hair covering her face. Was this what Finley had intended? How did this even work!? She needed to.. to make something of it! Creative inspiration was running through her head, a thousand drawings, paintings, creations. She tore open one of her text books, finding a blank page and ripping it out. She only had a basic set of colour pencils, but her head was filled with all the ways she could use them. So, under the light of the late day sun, she began to create.

"So Andrew, or i suppose Amy now, how's the job been going?" Finley asked, her hair up in a bun. "Oh I am loving it, the kids seem to really enjoy my class. Although I've already had several cat calls and even an attempted grope. That reminds me, I've been meaning to ask but why did the concoction make me a girl?" Amy replied, as she gently got out of her work blouse and skirt. "Yeah I'm not sure. I admit when I think about it the only artists I've known who used it were girls but I kinda assumed that was a coincidence. Still it seems to have been permanent with you." Finley chuckled. Any chuckled too, replying "Yeah, honestly I'm spending almost half of every paycheck on supplies I'd never even heard of before. And I've been selling my works locally and I'm just enjoying it so much" "Careful you don't get burn out." Finley added "Don't worry, I've also taken up drinking 3 monsters a day." Amy smiled. "Definitely not healthy, and now for my question, why are you undressing yourself?" Finley asked, staring at Amy in only her bra and panties. Amy smiled and said "I'm doing a artistic nude, using myself as reference. Wanna watch?" "Sure, sounds… enriching." Finley chuckled as she followed Amy.

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(Source: danbooru.donmai.us/posts/66382… )

The Sound of "Lofi beats to study too" echo'd through the dark room as Andrew stared at his laptop screen, the Wikipedia pages for Frida khalo sitting fully scrolled. The video call he'd opened with his friend Finley remained with his single screen and the feed of him staring back at himself. Judging his life choices. Then the call was picked up, Finley rubbing her eyes as she said "Okay Andrew, I just got up wadda you need?" Andrew, regaining thought after turning his brain off staring at the Wikipedia pages took a second to reply, saying "Your a artist, right?" "I dabble, but yeah I'd say I'm a artist" Finley replied, gently flipping her hair confidently. "I managed to get a teaching gig but its a art teacher and I gotta start like, tomorrow but aside from knowing some basic art history I'm barely qualified." Andrew blurted out, having clearly thought this up before. Finley leaned back in her chair "So what do you need from me?" "Teach me how to make art" "Oh, okay well since your in a rush we can use this trick i use whenever I have artists block. Basically poor a monster (specifically the standard flavour), some vodka, a lick of something that tastes metallic and a ibuprofen, swirl it around a bit and chug it. You'll either be able to create a entire portfolio or you'll end up in the emergency room." Andrew sat for second, before saying "God bless you Finley." He said, closing the call.

Andrew stood by his kitchen bench, looking down at all the gathered items. Gently he put them into his prized limited edition MacDonald's glass. It swirled like a magical potion except with a much larger health risk. Still, after a thorough stir the drink seemed ready. He expected he'd wake up after, surrounded by art. Either that or wake up to a nurse declaring him dead. Still, he needed this job so he chugged the concoction.

Instead of blacking out he felt a tightness in his chest, less a shortness of breath and more a tightness, like it was all going to explode. And then it did, bursting forth two nice C cup breasts that were pillow soft. These were followed up with his breaded face suddenly becoming unbearded, the shape becoming soft and slender as his eyes became an ocean blue. His black hair grew our, losing its darkness and becoming a soft brown with lots of spikes. His skin overall lost a lot of cuts, bruises, and any hair that wasn't on his pubes or his head. Now with porcelain skin it made sense for most of the strength from his arms to vanish, instead moving to his fingers which gained extra dexterity. His hips began to grow, the weight going from his belly to his hips. They got plump, fat even. And this wasn't just his hips, his ass cheeks gained enough power to kill. And then came his "paintbrush". Like all "paint brushes", it had hairs that stuck out and needed more washes. But low and behold, it got recycled. Yes the "paintbrush" was condensed, flipped inside out and made into a much more usable "Ink pot". Said ink pot would certainly do with a few "paint brushes" in it, but that'd have to wait. And for the final change, Andrews feet shrunk till they'd fit in the tightest and cutest of heels.

Andrew was left gasping for air, the experience having hit her like a truck, her now long brown hair covering her face. Was this what Finley had intended? How did this even work!? She needed to.. to make something of it! Creative inspiration was running through her head, a thousand drawings, paintings, creations. She tore open one of her text books, finding a blank page and ripping it out. She only had a basic set of colour pencils, but her head was filled with all the ways she could use them. So, under the light of the late day sun, she began to create.

"So Andrew, or i suppose Amy now, how's the job been going?" Finley asked, her hair up in a bun. "Oh I am loving it, the kids seem to really enjoy my class. Although I've already had several cat calls and even an attempted grope. That reminds me, I've been meaning to ask but why did the concoction make me a girl?" Amy replied, as she gently got out of her work blouse and skirt. "Yeah I'm not sure. I admit when I think about it the only artists I've known who used it were girls but I kinda assumed that was a coincidence. Still it seems to have been permanent with you." Finley chuckled. Any chuckled too, replying "Yeah, honestly I'm spending almost half of every paycheck on supplies I'd never even heard of before. And I've been selling my works locally and I'm just enjoying it so much" "Careful you don't get burn out." Finley added "Don't worry, I've also taken up drinking 3 monsters a day." Amy smiled. "Definitely not healthy, and now for my question, why are you undressing yourself?" Finley asked, staring at Amy in only her bra and panties. Amy smiled and said "I'm doing a artistic nude, using myself as reference. Wanna watch?" "Sure, sounds… enriching." Finley chuckled as she followed Amy.