Dean Clay-Practice-TG Caption

Dean's mother Martha knocked on her sons door again before opening it.
"Dean?" She asked.
Her twelve year old son coughed hardly before answering his mother.
"Yeah mom?" He replied.
"You feeling any better hun?" His mother said walking over her son’s bedside.
Dean coughed again. "Not really,"
Dean's mother smiled warmly.  
"Well guess you’re not going to be able to make it to school today huh?"
Dean softly coughed again. “Not really,”
Martha stroked her son's head. “Okay honey, well I have to go on to work. Your sister should be home in a few hours so sit tight and stay in bed okay?”
Dean smiled nodding. “Okay mom.”
Martha kissed her son on the forehead then left the room. Dean waited and waited. He waited for the jingle of his mother’s key, for the slam of their homes front door, and the start of his mother’s car. Dean jumped out of bed and darted toward the window.
He watched his mother’s gray car pull out of the driveway and down the street. He smiled and jumped back onto his mattress. He reached underneath his bed pulling out a laptop he had gotten for Christmas. He turned it on and put it to the side.
Dean took a deep breath then smiled. “Here we go,”
Dean closed his eyes and focused. His body began to tremble and jiggle. He clenched his teeth together the effect still being, not painful but, unusual. His limbs stretched in length while his skin became softer to the touch. Dean opened his eyes and stared at his elongated body.
“Okay that’s better.”
Dean then molded his hands into a soft petite form. His nails grew out a few inches. “Okay, check and check. Finally figured out the nails!”
 Dean then took his focus to his face removing certain pieces of mass away from areas. He smoothed out his chin and rounded his face. He narrowed his eyes and pinched his nose to make it smaller. He squeezed his lips swelling them, making them fuller.
From there Dean went to his head yanking on his strands of hair. He grunted in pain his yanking having no effect.
“Ow, ow wow that hurts. Come on man focus!” Dean said to himself sternly.
He went back to his scalp pulling on his hair again. This time around his hair extended outward with the force of his pull. It came out in strands, long brown strands. Dean was pleased with his progress so far. “Okay now for the private bits,”
Dean grabbed the little bit of fat on his stomach and shifted it abnormally upward his chest. He split the fat in half distributing it in two separate small mounds. He directed these mounds through his shirt placing them on a top his nipples on his chest.
Dean then went to his computer opening a search engine. He typed in female breast. He opened the images tab and scrolled down until he found a found a picture to his liking.
“That should do,”
He grabbed the two mounds on his chest and started crafting them to fit the picture he was looking at. After one final squeeze Dean looked down his shirt and he had two small breasts on his chest.
“So far so good.”
Dean then typed in female stomach into the image search. He padded down his stomach making it flat and toned; his pushed the rest on the fat on his stomach to his thighs and buttocks. He pushed his sides inward to match the curves of picture he saw on the top left of the screen.
Dean grabbed his member and focused. “Okay let’s get this part right.”
Dean typed in female private part. He looked over the screen and pictures of the female reproductive system absorbing every angle.
Dean closed his eyes and began to shiver. His male member began slowly pulling itself inward. His face grew red the stress building. “Come on.”
It took another minute but finally his penis was inserted within him leaving nothing but a bare surface. Dean then grabbed his testicles and pushed them upward within his body.
His groin was bear with no genital. Dean pulled his draws down and looked at the picture on the laptop screen. Dean began to produce a new genital, the female kind. He looked at the picture closely crafting the proper V-shape, making the urethral opening.
Once Dean was done sculpting he took his hands away and smiled at his completion.
Dean had been trying to fully morph into a female form for weeks. He only had been able to get a few things right at a time like his breast or his hair but never the full package. But today, finally, he was able to fully change.
“Practice makes perfect.” He said smiling at his new body.