Nolan stood beneath the blinding spotlights of his college's stage, as directed by the theater kids there. He had no idea how they had coerced him to do what he was doing, he had only walked into the auditorium by mistake. But there he was, holding a white microphone laced with a pink bow. He stared at the microphone with confusion on his face, asking "What's this for?" In response, the theater kids began playing music over the auditorium's speakers. It was a peppy melody spoken in some foreign language. Maybe Japanese? He couldn't tell. He listened to the music as if it might provide an answer to why he was forced into this before feeling odd tingles spread across his body which broke his attention.

He looked down at his clothes, which he noticed felt different than before. He was shocked to find that they were beginning to change along with his body, seemingly by magic. He watched as the tint of his sweater lightened, his sweatpants doing the same as they began to hike up his leg. He could also feel his body slimming down, small breasts beginning to bud from his chest as he changed. He felt the tickle of hair down his neck, which was actively turning from a dull brown into something more reminiscent of pink, strand by strand. His facial features grew more delicate, growing closer to a girl's every second. His tennis shoes grew into boots, his socks climbing up his leg as they turned into a pair of pink tights. His black headband began lightening to white, to protrusions which resembled bunny ears growing from it.

Despite his preoccupation with the changes happening to his body, the music was continuing to drill into his brain little by little. It seemed to get louder as time went on, consuming his attention as it blocked everything out. His brain felt scattered, a perfect candidate for a new persona to emerge. New thoughts began to sprout in his head, growing into a fresh personality full of cheer. Still clutching the microphone in her hand, she began to dance along to the music, singing in tune as it became intrinsically familiar to her. She struck a flashy pose, winking with her now vibrantly blue eyes and sticking her tongue out cutely.

The theater kids clapped in delight as they watched the transformation ensue, happy that their experiment worked as planned. They had successfully turned Nolan into their own bunny idol, the perfect mix of entertainment and attraction that they would certainly be getting to know on an intimate level.

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