"I told you, I have checked five times already. Every night, even when that idiot leaves the place, he leaves the window open for the entire
night." Frank scoffed at his partner Lorence as they planned their crime.
"I am just worried, you know? I hacked into most of his accounts and never even found out what this guy's job is. He just seems to have a
lot of money, since he practically brings home a new girl every day." Lorence scratched his head as he scrolled through his computer.
"Tonight is the night. I'm climbing through the window on the first floor. You know, the one with the pink curtain. And you are picking the
lock of his shed and breaking into his storage room. We take as much as we can carry and then we just get hell out of there. See you at that
fool's house at 11PM."
That night the two of them silently met up in front of the designated house after making sure that its owner had left the place. They nodded
at each other, then split up to go to their respective points of entry.
"It was almost too easy to climb through the window" Frank thought as he brushed away the curtain and landed in what looked like the
bedroom of the house. He readied his bag to start stuffing all kinds of valuable items in it, only to notice a small sticky note at the bottom of
his feet. It read. 'For every thing you take, I shall take something from you as well.'
Frank was shocked at first, but dismissed it quickly as he saw lots of sticky notes next to the trash bin, most likely meaning that the owner
of the place was some sort of novelist that just happened to write ideas on sticky notes.
The first thing he checked was the owner's work desk and he wasn't disappointed. What looked like a very expensive locket laid directly on
the table, almost begging to be stolen. As Frank took it, his eyes fell onto another sticky note that seemingly had appeared where the locket
had been. 'For this, I'll have your masculinity.'
As Frank shoved the locket into his bag, he shrank a few centimeters making him go from looking imposing to tiny for a man in a heartbeat.
His skin softened while losing almost all of its body hair around the body below his head. His muscles withered away and were replaced
with a gentle layer of fat until one could say that he almost looked petite.
Frank had a weird feeling that something had happened but chose to ignore it and search the desk for further treasures. In a drawer he
found a watch that was decorated with crystals and definitely looked expensive as well. But as he took it, he realized that even on the watch
there was a sticky note. 'For this, I'll have your manhood'
Frank's eyes went wide as he felt his rod getting hard at first, then when he grabbed it, it seemingly disappeared in his hand without a trace.
His balls soon followed suit, but before he could react, a slit opened up in their place, almost as if to comfort him. Touching her new female
organ didn't make Frank feel any better about it though.
A tingling feeling returned to her entire body, as her waist caved in a bit while her hips flared out. It then washed over her face, softening it
further and shifting it around to make it look undeniably feminine. Two small lumps pressed out from her chest as her hair grew out to her
butt but stayed as messy as it had been before.
"Kya! What is going on here? I need to hurry up with everything and get out!" Frank squealed in a way more feminine tone than she
imagined.
She looked back at the table and found a picture of a man in a suit standing on a stage with a bunny girl that had massive boobs and a
respectable behind as well. She turned the picture around only to immediately regret it, as another sticky note was on the backside. You
are interested in my girls? Well I don't mind you getting this.'
"No, no, no, no, ahhh!" The girl screamed as immense pressure built up in her ass and boobs until they slowly pushed forward seemingly
never wanting to stop. After the girl pleaded for mercy and tripped, her assets finally stopped growing, looking like someone had forced
two melons down her shirt. Her clothes shifted to match her appearance, becoming a white tank top with a blue skirt. Her leather jacket also
morphed into a blue jacket to protect her from the cold.
She was now sitting on the floor sweating in her new outfit when she remembered that she had to flee. Who knew what could happen if she
stayed. On her way to the window however, she spotted a wallet lying next to the bed in the room. It looked jam-packed with all sorts of
bills, so Frank ran towards it, picked it up and dashed towards the window without reading any other notes on the way.
"I have learned how this game works." She said smugly as she pushed the curtain out of the way. But the windows were closed, and even
worse, a sticky note was hanging on it right in the middle of where she was looking. 'That's quite valuable, so I'll have your rebellious spirit
and your will to disobey'
Frank collapsed on the floor as she felt something drain from her mind. It didn't hurt at all and she couldn't really feel anything amiss, so
she stood up again, brushed off her clothes and opened the windows, only to find herself unwilling to go through it.
"Windows are not meant to be climbed through" floated through her mind and she bit her lip, grabbed her bag and ran towards the front
door to leave and hoped that no one would see her, but she was stopped again.
"This bag is filled with stuff that doesn't belong to me." This thought made her almost cry, but considering her options, she hid the bag
under the bed and stormed towards the door. She opened the door gently only to be greeted by the man in a suit she saw in the picture.
"Oh my, what is a lady like you doing in my humble residence?"
"Uhm... stealing stuff...?" She couldn't bring herself to tell anything but the truth. So she just stood there perplexed and with a forced
smile.
"That has to mean that my charm worked perfectly. How about we go back inside? We have much to discuss."
Souce :
Image : https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/90728717
Art : https://www.deviantart.com/hiros53/art/Stealing-from-a-burglar-TG-885414063
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