The True You Filter (True Damage Qiyana TG/RC/MC)

It was the night before the 2019 League of Legends Worlds finals would begin and any League player who paid attention to the game’s competitive scene was absolutely buzzed for the finale tomorrow, which would feature EU vs China in the former’s home region, specifically taking place in Paris. After last year, which was the same matchup with different teams, EU’s failure then meant many now hoped that this time would prove to be more favourable, whilst others thought that history would simply repeat itself.

Quentin, being a casual player, was excited for a completely different reason: ever since Riot had released K/DA, a Kpop themed group made out of four of League of Legend’s most attractive female characters, their song ‘POP/STARS’ had been an absolutely massive success. From the start of the year, there had been rumors that Riot was seeking to repeat this by making another band called True Damage that would supposedly be hip-hop themed. Just like K/DA’s performance last year, the song would be revealed at the opening ceremony tomorrow, and Quentin was eager to find out what it would sound like as the teasers Riot had released a week  ago had hinted at it being another hit. What Quentin was truly excited about was that one of his favourite champions, Qiyana, was rumored to be part of the band. Although she had only come out a couple months before, there was something about her fiery and arrogant personality that he admired, and it was definitely a personality that would compliment something like rap, which was quite a boastful genre already.

As the evening drew across France, Quentin was sitting in his dorm and in the middle of closing out his last League match of the day, a game that consisted of him completely outplaying his opponent in the midlane and carrying his team thanks to the couple of visits he paid to the botlane. As he and his team made their finishing blows on the enemy Nexus, he couldn’t help but smile as Qiyana managed to speak one final time before the giant crystalline structure exploded: 

“Ahh, I wish that there was someone as perfect as me…”

Entering the post game lobby and leaving it before he could bother to see the bitter whining of the enemy team, Quentin was just about to exit the League client completely when his phone suddenly buzzed in his pocket. Fishing it out, he activated the screen and read the latest notification that was from the League of Legends Twitter account:

To celebrate True Damage’s debut tomorrow, go onto your Instagram and share your support with the new True Damage Qiyana filter!

Although Quentin wasn’t one for using social media as he prefered to lurk than post any of his own content, the fact that this was something to do with his favourite champion’s newest look easily piqued his interest. Quickly tapping in his password, Quentin entered the app and immediately went to the camera, flicking through all the various filters until he got to the one with the League icon. The second he pressed it, something popped up on his head in the camera’s view. Studying the silvery object for a couple seconds, Quentin gasped as he realised it was the pair of sunglasses that Qiyana wore in her True Damage skin! Although it was sorta cool, he secretly wished that they were actually positioned over his eyes, as currently they just looked like a thick glittery line above his scalp -  

Click!

“Merde!” Quentin yelped as a bright white light briefly blanketed his vision - his thumb must have accidentally slipped over the photo button! As he waited for his eyes to readjust from the intense glare, Quentin frowned as his vision didn’t return - or at least it hadn’t returned the way he’d expected. His vision was clouded in an odd greyish tone, as if he had a filter on his eyes, but it was only when he raised a cautious hand up to them and he heard a hollow, plasticky clack against his nails that he realised something was actually on his face. Grabbing whatever it was, he pulled it off… and gasped as he saw that Qiyana’s glittery glasses were now resting in his palm.

“Qu'est-ce…?” he muttered, his mind trying to rationalise what had just happened. Staring into the gem encrusted lenses, a calmness quickly washed over Quentin. Although this was completely unexplainable, it was neat that he’d somehow got the glasses… And so he slipped them back on, tilting them back up so they didn’t annoy his vision. Closing the League client, Quentin went to his contacts and started to message a friend about what had just occurred… but after a couple of seconds, a growing curiosity to see how they’d look on his face overwhelmed his desire to talk to someone who probably wouldn’t appreciate what he had. Pushing the glasses back down, Quentin switched to his camera and stared at his reflection: he had to admit they had a sort of glitzy, fashionable style, although they had an undeniable femininity that obviously contrasted with his masculine face…

Click!

Quentin flinched as the light flashed out again, although this time the sunglasses shielded his eyes. Although he hadn’t expected his thumb to hit the button again, this time it felt less like an accident and more like an unconscious urge being indulged... before Quentin even saw the next changes, he felt their slight weight on his ears - a pair of large, golden hoops were now dangling from his earlobes, and he smirked as he realised that they were supposed to be styled after Qiyana’s ring blade. Although they were pretty, Quentin was still irked that they looked off thanks to his masculine face and pouted with his plump purple glossy lips. When was the last time he’d shaved? He always liked to keep a little bit of stubble on his jawline as he felt that it added a bit of manliness to his face, but now, Quentin couldn’t help but find it scruffy and just looking at it made his skin itch. Speaking of which... the idea of having softer skin didn’t sound so bad now. Perhaps there was a filter on here that could remove it for him?

Click!

Quentin smiled at the latest photo - he always loved how sleek and pale his skin always looked in his photos. Crossing one leg over the other in a distinctively feminine manner as he sat back in his swivel chair, he entertained the tiny thought in his head that wanted him to experiment with some more exciting pics~ Raising his arm into the air, Quentin angled the phone above him and nudged his sunglasses to highlight his rust coloured eyes. Just before he willingly pressed the button, Quentin noticed that he not only felt conscious about his slightly crooked nose like he always did, but also his chest for some reason -

Click!

A satisfied smirk curled on Quentin’s lips as he looked at the picture: his makeup was flawless as always~ The dark glittering eyeshadow that emphasised his exotic ambre eyes, the mascara that made his lashes look long and luscious, the way his glittery contouring added that extra feminine slimness to his heart shaped jawline (although he felt like its chocolaté shading looked a little odd on his blanc skin), and the way his penciled in eyebrows completed that saucy stare he always liked to give to any camera thrust in front of him~... Or uh, the camera on his phone at least. But to be fair, it was quite the camera when he considered just how popular it had made him on the internet~ The moment this thought popped into Quentin’s mind, his Instagram account suddenly found itself filling with countless photos, his follower count going up by the hundreds for every new one that featured him standing on a stage, dancing in a nightclub… standing next to K/DA Akali herself, hands on his hips as he smiled saucily at the camera... Quentin closed his eyes, leaned back against his chair and gently spun about as he found himself imaging lounging on a large prop that was styled after his earrings: He imagined being gracefully lowered down onto a stage, relishing the roars and cheers of the crowd before standing up and strutting up to the edge...  feeling that hot energy intensifying in the air… and once he started singing, he’d make that tension explode and burn like fire~

Opening his eyes, Quentin gasped and leapt out of his chair as he no longer found himself sitting in front of his desk - as far as he could tell he wasn’t even in his dorm room anymore, but instead a room that could only be a part of some high class hotel! Initially he was completely bewildered at the fact that he’d somehow teleported somewhere else…  But to be honest, did someone like him ever truly deserve to be in such a paltry, aburrida room like that in the first place? 

Unaware of the spanish word he’d used, the Parisian took in his surroundings; admiring the now beige leather armchair he’d been sitting in, the luxurious white bed behind him, the ornate crystal chandelier that hung above him, the balcony that led out to a wonderful view of night-time Paris, the Eiffel tower glowing like a beacon in the distance... a golden rimmed mirror hanging on the wall to his left… and the sexy chica that was standing in it~ Quentin’s heart skipped, he couldn’t deny that she was quite a stunner, and there was something about the way her bronze coloured skin contrasted with the pastel hues of the room that was just simply… magnífica~ Quentin blushed and looked away as a certain part of his body started to express the quickly growing desire towards her. Shuffling on the spot, he placed a hand on his hip whilst looking at his phone, pretending that he was busy when in reality he was flicking through more filters. After all, if he looked good in a photo, it’d mean he’d be handsome… he’d be pretty enough to approach her, correcto? Once he felt like he'd found the right one, he tapped the button with the tip of a nail -

Click!

And pulled it back, seemingly unaware of the fact that the nail was now much longer than before, and coated in a dazzling golden polish. The now dainty hand it was a part of was adorned with three rings on the fingers that came after it, each holding a rojo gem, amarilla and azul one on the others before it. Admiring his look in the camera yet again, he figured he would hold off on getting a haircut for a couple months… After all, what was wrong in trying a different hairstyle? Gathering some of his shoulder length hair, he tried to imagine how it would look in a bun… and wondered if it would look better in a different colour too.

Click!

Quentin shook his head at that estúpida thought. His hand resting against the tightly woven bun, it then moved down and combed his delicate fingers through the fringe that rested just above his eyebrows. There was something about the azul brillante and chicle rosa colour in his hair that complimented his eyes and skin so perfectly… Queyntana smiled as he knew that the reason why was because he had chosen it, of course~ Looking at his newest photo with approval, he decided that he looked beautiful enough to approach the chica standing on the other side of the room. It seemed that she had the same idea as Queyntana, because she was starting to walk over towards him. With each step, he watched the girl’s posture stiffened and strengthened (and his eyes briefly went down to her chest as he could’ve sworn that it had pushed out a little. Liking the confidence she was displaying, Queyntana wanted her to know that he was just as confiada and did the same; muffling the soft grunt that came out of him as his shoulders popped inwards. Not wanting even the tiniest sign of discomfort or weakness to show, he put an extra sway into his hips to give the chica something buena to focus on, although he found himself staring at her hips moments afterwards.

Queyntana found himself standing directly in front of the girl now, but found himself unable to say anything as an all too familiar awkwardness gripped him. If he looked nervous, it clearly wasn’t showing because the girl silently surveyed him, her face not giving away any sign of what she thought - not that Queyntana cared what her opinion was in the first place. As he wrestled with his internal scorn about his shyness, Queyntana balled his hands into fists, ignoring the acute pain of his nails digging into his palm. The part of him that usually wallowed in such pathetic self pity suddenly stood up against this belittling thought process - how dare he allow himself to be spoken to like this, especially by himself! Shaking his head, Queyntana opened his eyes and said “I don’t usually say this to a lot of people, but… eres toda una belleza~” 

If Queyntana had heard that his voice now sounded higher pitched and more like a failed impersonation of a stereotypical feisty latina than his own french accent (and the fact that he’d just spoken in a mixture of english and  fluent spanish than his own native tongue), he didn’t have time to notice as he saw that the girl had spoken just as he had. “Perdón? What did you say? - What are you - deja de copiarme!” His frustration gave way to confusion, then shock as he realised that he hadn’t been talking to some hot chica… he was looking at his reflection. Eyes as wide as the ‘O’ shape his mouth was making, Queyntana could only blink as his mind tried to process what he was seeing: Why did he look so diferente? Why was he thinking in española, and not francesa? Why… Why…?!

“...Por qué estoy usando ropa tan de mierda?” cringed Queyana, his softly sculpted nose wrinkling as he sneered at the plain, tacky, and boyish clothing that clung to her body. Lifting his sleek pink smartphone that had a cover as equally glimmery as his glasses, he aimed it at his reflection before turning his head away, sticking his tongue out and placing his free hand onto his nose in mock disgust. He wasn’t sure what on earth he was doing wearing such insípida attire, but he decided he could make a joke out of it for his followers.

Click!

But at he looked back at his screen now, Queyana couldn’t help but feel a little tonta for thinking that what he had specifically chosen to wear esta mañana was now somehow unfitting: After all, her puffy silvery jacket twinkled underneath the countless spotlights built into the ceiling of the hotel room, hanging loosely around his shoulders to expose his narrow shoulders along with his soft coppery skin~ The pink crop top he wore flaunted his midriff, the faint outline of abs gained from constant performances along with an exercise routine designed to maintain the lithe, lean body he had~ But from the curved style of the silky pink fabric along with the dark mesh that made up most the top, it seemed to imply that there was more than just his flat chest that it was supposed to show off… However, that wasn’t what Queyana focused on, as his eyes stared down at the white strap below the pink material, the two words printed across it seemed to stir something within him:

TRUE DAMAGE

Hooking two fingers under the shiny golden choker to stop it from chafing against his adam’s apple, Queyana frowned as his mind fogged with confusion. Of course he knew what it was, but the excitement he felt was stronger than before. In fact it seemed to be coming from a different angle, because instead of feeling excited for seeing the performance tomorrow… Queyana felt more excited to be performing it. Slipping those two fingers out from the choker, he pressed his hand to his forehead and groaned from the uneasiness he was feeling. Was he coming down with some sort of cold? Sure, France wasn’t as warm as California, but he’d only been here for a couple days -

The sound of a guitar strumming snapped Quenyana out of his thoughts, and he pulled it out of the pocket of his jacket. He wanted to see who it was, but his thumb slid the phone icon across the screen before he could check, as if he was already expecting a call. Raising the phone to his ear, he said; “Hello?”

“Hey there Qiqi~” a womanly voice purred out, sending shivers down Quenyana’s spine.

“Uhm, who is this?” he asked, his hand returning to the choker and shifting it again.

“Cmon Qiyana, you know who this is!” the femnine voice snickered. “Don’t tell me you can’t recognise one of the voices of the group that your leader belonged to?”

“Q-Que…?” A tingling sensation bubbled around Queyana’s mind at that as a part of him felt like he already knew who this voice belonged to. He’d heard her speak before, he was so sure of it... but where? A couple moments later, and Queyana gasped as he realised just who was talking to him. “E-Evelynn?!”

“Bingo,” she replied in a smug tone. “I was just calling to wish you good luck with the performance tomorrow. I imagine you must be feeling quite nervous, am I right?”

“N-no, of course not…!” Quenyana gulped. “We’ll do our best and show off a supreme display of our talent.”

“I’m sure you will,” Evelynn said. “Just remember that if you mess up, at least Akali is there to carry you all through.”

Queyana blinked, his hand frozen mid adjusting his choker. “Perdóneme?”

“I’m just saying that just because you’re the daughter of latin music royalty… Well, all it can give you is just a title, princess.”

“Cómo te atreves!” Queyana snapped, his voice sounding much higher and hispanic. “I don’t know who you think you are, but at least I’m not a pequeña perra celosa!” Letting go of the choker now, he was glad that it didn’t seem to press against his throat anymore, allowing him to fully concentrate on the argumento. “You’re just afraid that after our performance is done, you’ll be in our shadow thanks to all the fame and fortune we’ll have.”

“I would be so sure about that, honey,” Evelynn sassed. “K/DA’s been nonstop going for most of the year until Akali left to help you and the other ragtag bunch of misfits you’re a part of. If it weren’t for her, I doubt anyone would be excited about tomorrow.”

“Perra por favor,” Queyana retaliated. “DJ Yasuo is hardly a misfit. The two of us have been working quite closely recently, so I don’t think he’d like to hear that such an infamously bitchy singer like you was bad mouthing him. Unless you want to keep your career, I suggest keeping your mouth shut, honey.”

 

There was a brief moment of silence, which was interrupted by Evelynn chuckling sultrily once more. “I’ll admit, I really had you down as the spoiled rich girl riding on her parent’s coattails to get where you are… but it’s nice to see you have some heart. If you’re as talented as you are passionate, I’ll be watching you. Good luck~” Before Queyana could even respond, Evelynn had hung up.

“Bicho raro…” he muttered, putting the phone into the pocket of his tight black yoga pants. Now, where was he… oh yes, that’s right~! He was busy looking at the outfit he was going to be wearing tomorrow~ Staring at the way it hugged his hips, he loved how it made them actually look ancha y femenina… biting down his bottom lip, Queyana placed a hand down at his waist and gently caressed it, humming with satisfaction as the touch sent shivers up his spine… and down something else. Turning to his side, Queyana glanced at his reflection in the mirror and let his hand slide around to his rear and cup around a cheek. Even though it was still flat and firm, the way the material curved around it and made it look so round and cute~

“Dayum gurl, look at you~” he cooed at himself, blowing his reflection a kiss. Remembering the photo he took a couple minutes ago, he decided that it was perfecta enough to upload onto Instagram, but not before adding the caption “Looking forward to tomorrow~! See you all there #leagueoflegends 😘”. Sighing, he sauntered over to his plush white bed and placed the phone on the table beside it before sitting at the edge of the bed. Queyana’s chest ached, a warmth flickering through his body as a result of the brief row with Evelynn, as well as his nerves trying to get the better of him. He could have a shower, but then it would mean he’d have to get out of all these clothes and take off his makeup… and if he was completamente honesta, staring at his reflection had made him feel tense in another kind of way~ Besides, he was all alone in this massive apartment…

Slipping a hand underneath his leggings and pink panties, Quenyana wrapped it around the base of his manhood, which was quickly hardening out… but if he’d actually looked down at it, he would have noticed that it was at least half its usual size when it was fully erect. What he did notice, however, was that his crotch was completely hairless - but then why wouldn’t it be? After all, he didn’t want a single strand of hair on his body that didn’t belong on his pretty little head. Shaking that thought away, as he intended to focus on something that didn’t really require much thinking of all~, Queyana placed his free hand behind him and leant back before he started to slide his other hand up and down his length.

“Ohhhhhh, fuck yessss~” he hissed as sparks of pleasure started to trickle down his member and shoot up his spine. As he continued to jerk himself off, Queyana began to feel the heat broiling within him start to fade… or perhaps collect was the better word, as he felt it gather around his thighs, rear and seemed strongest around his chest, the heat there pulsing in time with his thumping heartbeat. With each of these strokes, Queyana felt a tingling sensation tickle around his scrawny legs as the flesh in his thighs and rear rapidly increased, expanding into deliciously thick thighs and a large, cushiony ass that filled out his black yoga pants perfectly~

But that wasn’t all that changed around this part of his body, as Queyana’s body instinctively started to buck back and forth in time with his strokes. A dull ache popped up around his pelvis as his hips slowly widened, stretching sideways to create an almost pear-shaped figure thanks to how plump his thighs were, the silky soft flesh nestling his member, almost seeming to be gently pushing against it. The way his hand slapped against his upper legs, along with the extra comfort provided by the newly gained tissue, was adding another layer of sensuality to what Queyana was doing, and he let out a long, loud and lustful moan.

His breaths hard and heavy, Queyana’s body was lightly glazed with a sheen of sweat as the sparks of pleasure that had been constantly firing up his spine ignited into waves that surged through his body… and seemed to be seeping directly into his chest. The nails of his free hand gripped the satiny sheets even tighter than before, Queyana was fervently muttering in spanish underneath his breath, saying “Dios mío, esto es tan jodidamente bueno~!” over and over. As the waves seeped into Queyana’s chest, he felt his nipples jolt with that same energy. Each time this happened, the area underneath started to puff out as the same pillowy tissue that was stored within his ass and thighs started to swiftly develop there. In a matter of seconds, two small mounds grew out of Queyana’s bosom and swelled into a pair of large, round caramel coloured breasts that effortlessly filled up his crop top. 

There was now only one part of Queyana’s body left that needed to become as perfecta as the rest of him… and thanks to the sheer amount of pleasure that the last change had charged him up with, a white-hot tension had quickly built itself up his diminished length. His strokes slowed down yet became more vigorous as he felt himself getting closer and closer. If he wasn’t utterly overwhelmed with lust, he would have noticed that the direction of his jerks had reversed, as if he was pushing something inwards than trying to tug something outwards -

“Joder sí, eso es! ¡Oh, dios, sí!” he shrieked, each word punctuated with a thrust from both his hips and hand. And then, with one final pull, the tension finally spilled out of his manhood and a piercingly passionate scream of “Si~!” came out of his mouth. With every spurt that shot out of him, Queyana’s being was submerged in a barrage of bliss, conveniently dulling the sensation of his testicles pulling themselves into his crotch. Once they were completely spent, the two organs slipped inside and unleashed one final searing surge of ecstasy through Queyana, a massive outpour that soared straight into his brain. His hand grasping his length, if something smaller than his thumb could be even called that, Queyana pushed down on it and guided the member into his folds, where it shrunk even further as it became embedded into the slit and morphed into a clitoris. Finally, Queyana’s testicles buried deep into his hips before curling and shifting into a pair of ovaries, completing his transformation. Letting out one soft sigh of relief, he then slumped back onto the bed and immediately fell asleep.

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Qiyana woke up an hour or so later, groaning as she sat up on the edge of the bed once more. Her mind felt a little fuzzy, although she simply put it down to a combo of exhaustion and… heh, the fun she had experienced earlier~ As she sat there, she went to run a hand through her hair - she yanked it away just in time, yelping in surprise as she realised she was mere seconds from wiping the remains of her… entretenimiento into her perfectly styled and dyed hair. Standing up, Qiyana quickly pranced into the bathroom, pausing briefly to look down at her blue high heeled boots because their click-clacking seemed oddly prominent to her. She headed towards the sink, nudging the lever aside with her elbow to avoid covering it and dove her hands under the warm stream. As the contents of her passion washed off her hands, Qiyana couldn’t help but feel a little surprised and impressed at how much had actually come out of her. She had been feeling a bit pent up already, putting it down to nerves and the fierce convo she had with Evelynn earlier simply being the sparks to light her flame~

Once she was done, Qiyana dried off her hands and was about to leave the bedroom when a flicker of movement caught the corner of her eye. Staring at her reflection in the mirror, she studied her face… heh, but she saw nothing unusual about the sexy chica staring back at her~ Turning back around, she re-entered the bedroom and started to get undressed. She had quite a day ahead of her, and someone as perfect as she was needed her beauty sleep~

[Source of artwork is here.]