Self TG to Misty

Clicking on the link, did you feel something?  Like waves perhaps?
Even if you didn’t you certainly felt it now – that gentle wash around your feet, like waves ebbing and flowing around them.  
Ebbing and flowing…
Ebbing and flowing…
As you feel the swell gradually, ever-so-slowly, get stronger, why don’t you let me talk a little?
Imagine if, for whatever strange reason, this water – that even now foams about your feet – was transforming you into a woman.  Not just any woman mind you, but a copy of the gym leader whose picture you clicked –Misty, the tomboyish beauty herself!  Now that would be strange, yet you do not seem alarmed, in fact you seem curious, even expectant.
Ebbing and flowing…
Ebbing and flowing…
If this were to happen (and it surely wouldn’t, would it), perhaps you’d begin to notice anything you had on your feet dissolving – like a thin layer of soap, just washing away.  Perhaps even, as a new wave breaks around your feet, the water would seem to push those feet of yours smaller, make them more feminine.  Maybe they would shrink with each flow, while any footwear would gradually wash off with each ebb.
Flowing and ebbing…  
Flowing and ebbing…  
Try to ignore any feelings in your feet, because my story’s carrying on – for the waves are beginning to get stronger now.  In fact the waves are so strong that ripples are beginning to flow up your body from your bare feet to the top of your head.  Ebbing and flowing throughout your frame.
Ebbing and flowing…
Ebbing and flowing…
If this water was causing a transformation, if it was, then surely this rippling up and down your body would be causing some changes.  Perhaps these might have started from your feet – body hair rinsing off like soap scum, from your ankles to your waist.  Doubtless this would be a pleasant change - like stretching in a warm bath.  If this were to happen, then surely greater physical changes would follow.  Perhaps, with each ebb of the tidal ripples, these legs might become a little less like they were, then, with each wave breaking around them, the legs might become a little longer, a little leaner, a little more like the legs of an accomplished swimmer.
With each ebb and flow…
Each ebb and flow…
Of course, your legs were always like that – long, lean and curved in a feminine way.  My story couldn’t change any of that.  Try not to think to hard now, just feel with every breath the ebbing and flowing around and through you.
Ebbing and flowing…
Ebbing and flowing…
Possibly, if some sort of transformation was taking place through that rippling body of yours, your underwear would be changing now.  If you were wearing boxers, then perhaps they’d be getting gradually tighter with each ripple – I’ll let you decide whether they were shrinking, or your hips and buttocks were expanding with every ripple.  Either way, the material the underwear was made from would surely begin to become like that of your swimsuit – you’d feel the sensation of tight lycra along the curves of those feminine hips of yours, and near all of your thighs would be feeling  the brush of whatever outerwear you were wearing.  
Now, imagine if, with the ebb and flow of the tide from your feet to your head, the underwear you were wearing would begin to climb your body.  As the tide flowed up, the swimwear would climb with it.  And, as the tide ebbs away, the unnecessary fat around your waist would be slightly lessened – as if it dispersed like dirt in the vast sea that flows around and through you.
Flowing and ebbing…  
Flowing and ebbing…  
Naturally, this is all a tale that I’m telling.  But, if it were coming true, by now you’d feel the straps of the one-piece over your shoulders – a girl’s swimsuit just lurking beneath your normal clothing.  If that were the case, then you would feel quite uncomfortable – especially in one, specific area.  
Now, with each ebb of this transforming tide, your penis would be pulled down and in – gently, ever so gently.  And then, with each now surge of foaming swell, your balls would be caressed upwards and into you.
Ebbing and flowing…
Ebbing and flowing…
Ebbing and flowing…
Ebbing and flowing…
Now your tiny remains of what was once a proud male sex organ would naturally proceed into the body to become a clitoris, while, under the cover of the one-piece, a slit would begin to form – wet in anticipation of the tasks it will undertake.
But now a mighty wave would hit you, surging up from the beginnings of your toes to the very roots of your hair.  Under this mighty torrent, all your body and facial hair would be washed clean away – like dirt being blasted from you in a shower.  Furthermore, it seems to knock you over – such that you are no longer on a rippling sea front, but deep, deep underwater.
The pressure you’d feel down here would be vast – enough to push in your shoulders to a rounder, more feminine shape.  Enough to push your adam’s apple away for good, and your male’s voice with it.  Even enough to resculpt your face into a rounder, more feminine form.  Do you feel it?
Pushing…
Pushing…
Pushing…
When you wash up again on the beachfront we started at, you may notice that whatever you were wearing about (and below) your waist has dissolved like a stain being washed out of a beautiful piece of fabric, leaving nothing but skin, and a lovely white swimsuit.
Of course, you weren’t wearing anything there to start with, were you my dear girl?
The water running over you now may cause a few last changes, as you lie there in the silt.  With each ebb of the lapping waves over your chest, any shirt, jacket or top would slowly split down the middle – to form the wide open, high necked jacket you saw as you clicked on that link.  With each swell of flowing water you’d feel breasts beginning to grow, gently pushing against the nylon of that marvellous swimsuit of yours.
Ebbing and flowing…
Ebbing and flowing…
Even as this happened, you might find a particularly large wave wash over your face.  As you blink, you could perhaps feel those eyes change colour and size (for if you were to look in a mirror you’d see your beautiful green orbs gazing back).  If you were to touch your hair, you’d feel it reshaping to the cute – yet practical – hairstyle that adorns the picture that started everything.  If you were to look at your hair, you’d see it changing to a wonderful shade of ginger.
Ebbing and flowing…
Ebbing and flowing…
If you were to look now, you’d see something akin to the picture you clicked on at the start – a confidant, athletic and cheerful young woman in a white one-piece swimsuit, and a blue jacket.  Perhaps you’d feel the cold metal of the zip against your thigh, or your hair tickle your soft face.
Naturally, you feel all of these things because, well, you are the woman who picture you clicked on.  The famously beautiful gym leader Misty, of Cerulean City.  I’m sure I’ve kept you busy for far too long with this nonsensical story of mine, so feel free to slip those feet of yours into your sandals and run along, my dear.