Mini-Story: Basic Understanding (Basic Girl TF) (Patreon)

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By FoxFaceStories

Michael can’t understand his sister Jane’s obsession with pumpkin spice flavouring. But things change when he drinks one made by a magic barista that lets one relax and experience a basic girl’s carefree life for a little while.

Basic Understanding

So what if I’m here again? I can quit anytime I want! Besides, there’s nothing wrong with getting a pumpkin spice latte anyway! Oh, sure, I see you giving me that look. Why is that the fit young guy ordering the most basic white girl drink instead of something more suitable? Well, it all started a few months ago . . .

“I can’t understand your obsession with that flavour, it’s so basic,” I said, looking at my sister Jane as she took a photo of her pumpkin spice latte and uploaded it to her socials with the tag ‘Pumpkin Spice is Pumpkin Nice!’

“It lets me relax and be carefree!” she exclaimed.

“Sure it does.”

“You just haven’t tried it,” she replied. “Besides, there’s nothing wrong with basic. People do basic things all the time, I don’t know why basic girl things are always in the firing line. Look, I’m going to buy you one that will really make you understand how it is.”

She went up to the counter and ordered me a Fall Special. I noticed that the barista woman got all conspiratorial at this point, but I just shrugged my shoulders. I assumed that my sister was trying some sort of flavour experiment; this was a coffee place she’d never taken me to and I never knew existed, after all.

“Try this,” she told me, passing over the drink.

I was hesitant, but hey, it was my sister. As basic and annoyingly carefree as she can be, I was willing to indulge her, if only so I could tell her how lame the flavour was.

Only it wasn't.

It was wondrous.

It was sweet and gentle and relaxing and that pumpkin spice really did add an extra element, like I was home. I began practically gulping it up, and Jane only giggled.

“Liking it, then?”

“J-just a little bit!”

“Looks like you’re getting a change in perspective . . . among other things!”

I didn’t even notice the transformation she was talking about, I was so enraptured by the drink. Without my notice, my hair began to crawl down onto and then over my shoulders. My hips widened subtly, my waist contracting, and my overall body structure became far more petite. My face rearranged, and this was the one thing I noticed, thinking I just had a series of itches, when in fact I was becoming a whole lot more feminine and way, way cuter. Soon even my clothes changed, accommodating the small breasts that had slowly but surely pushed out from my chest and the manhood that had slid right back inside me, leaving me with a fully functional vagina. I was now wearing a cute white shirt and set of denim overalls . . . a classic basic girl look.

“How do you feel, Mikie?” Jane asked, using a nickname I hadn’t heard in a long while.

“Fine,” I said. “More than fine. I feel really, really relaxed for some reason.”

“Really? Enjoying the basic white girl life?”

“What do you mean by - what the hell!?”

It was then that I finally cottoned on to all the strange background changes: the breasts, the pussy, the clothing, even my new sweet voice.

“What the-”

“The barista here is magic, and she agreed to give you a special change with a pumpkin spice latte in order to get you to change your perspective.”

I freaked out . . . but way less than I thought. In fact, I was taking strands of my hair and looking at them, feeling over myself (as much as one can in public, not that anyone was thankfully looking my way). When Jane showed me my appearance on her phone I was shocked at how cute I looked despite how utterly basic I now was.

“This - this isn’t permanent, right?”

“Of course not! It only lasts twenty four hours, silly. Why, were you hoping for longer?”

“As if!” I said, perhaps a bit too enthusiastically to be believable. I went back to drinking my latte, loving the sweet taste of it. “But if it’s just twenty four hours, I suppose I can be a basic girl for that time. What’s the harm?”

“Exactly!” Jane said. “You said it, sister Mikaela!”

Yeah, I went a bit red-faced, but it truly was a different experience. I felt so carefree, and that afternoon we were just like sisters. When I turned back into a man again it was almost disappointing . . . enough so that just a week later while my sis was out of town I asked for another magical Fall Special, and then another, and then another. I just can’t help myself - being a pretty girl with all the basic interests is just too fun! I go shopping and try on makeup and wear what I want to wear and just live my best life! Jane was totally right. In fact, she’s coming to meet me at the same coffee place right now.

I think she’ll be pretty surprised - or maybe not? - to be meeting Mikaela instead.

The End