Time travel can be crazy

 

In a dimly lit, cluttered basement, Evan, a brilliant scientist with graying hair, gazed upon the intricate machine he had been toiling over for two decades. His time machine, a marvel of gears, coils, and glowing panels, stood ready to defy the boundaries of reality itself. The prospect of changing the course of history filled his heart with anticipation and trepidation. "After 20 years, I've finally completed my time machine. This invention will reshape the world as we know it. It's time to put it to the test," he whispered to himself.

Evan, now 40 years old, had dedicated his entire life to this extraordinary project. With trembling hands, he activated the machine's controls, causing a cascade of sparks and a low hum that resonated through the room. His destination: the past, an era of wonder and mystery. He had traveled to countless historic places, but his next journey was different. This time, he aimed to go back to 1970, the year his parents first met, and perhaps unravel a secret that had haunted him for years.

As he stepped out of the time machine in the bustling streets of 1970, Evan marveled at the retro fashion, the vintage cars, and the vibrant atmosphere of the past. It was like stepping into a living museum. He was determined to find his younger parents, to witness their first meeting. As he strolled through town, he spotted a man who bore an uncanny resemblance to his father, albeit much younger.

Evan discreetly followed the man, struggling to maintain a safe distance. But a sudden collision with a woman emerging from a store shattered his stealthy pursuit. She scolded him, and the man, who might have been his father, paused briefly before resuming his walk. Evan felt his heart pounding with anticipation.

Around the next corner, an unexpected encounter transpired. A girl on a bicycle slammed into the man he was following. They both fell to the ground in a heap, and as Evan approached, he realized this wasn't his mother but an African American girl. A strange, nauseating feeling began to wash over him, as if the fabric of time was unraveling in unpredictable ways.

Panicking, Evan rushed back to his time machine, his heart racing. As he entered the machine, a cascade of inexplicable changes washed over him. His hair darkened to a glossy black, and his features transformed into a softer, more feminine visage. His eyes widened, and his lips plumped, creating a pair of luscious, pillowy lips. His once-tan skin lightened until it became fair, completely altering his racial background. The transformation continued, his shoulders narrowing, his waist slenderizing, and his hips widening, reshaping his entire bone structure.

His arms lost their muscular definition, his hands shrank and took on a more delicate form. His chest expanded, now boasting a set of voluptuous E cup breasts. His calves grew larger, maintaining their tone, while his feet shrank and adopted a more feminine shape. His thighs swelled, accumulating a hint of softness and thickness, giving him a pair of shapely, sweat-glistening legs. And lastly, his derriere pushed out and expanded, bestowing him with a big, bouncy, and alluring backside.

In shock, Evan found himself in an entirely new reality when he returned to the present day. He had become Emily, a nerdy, curvy woman who cherished anime and Dungeons and Dragons. Emily texted her friends, "Hey, gang, after my work, we can continue our DND game." She attached a photo of herself, proudly displaying her new appearance. She couldn't help but feel excited about the adventures that awaited her, both in the world of gaming and her new life as a different gender.