Spirit of the Law (Mia Fey TF)

The second he stepped out of the courthouse and into the humid, bustling streets of Los Angeles, Michael Falconi immediately found himself coated in a thin blanket of sweat; but it wasn't because of the intense gaze of the sun as it beamed down on the city - it was because he knew he was completely and utterly screwed. Heck, it wasn't even just him who was screwed: His client was screwed, his case was screwed and his reputation and credibility as a layer (what little of it there already was) was extremely screwed thanks to the combined effort of both the evidence and the skills of the prosecution - that smug cravat wearing asshole practically wiped the courtroom with him, and with only one final day left before a verdict had to be made meant Michael needed a miracle to happen... but of course, they never did these days.

His clammy hand tightly clasping at the handle of his suitcase, Michael trudged down the street as his mind became shrouded with plans and ideas for his case - he'd heard of one spike haired attorney who'd managed to almost always turnaround impossible trials get a "Not Guilty" verdict by thinking outside the box... Michael decided that the second he reached his office, he was going to look up as many guides and tutorials as possible and try to absorb as much info as he could -

Wham!

Something suddenly slammed square into Michael chest and all the air in his lungs was squeezed out of him, causing him to double over and wheeze harshly. Looking up, he opened his mouth to snap "Watch it!" at the idiot who had bumped into him... And instead found himself staring at a young woman wearing extremely weird clothing: She had some sort of cream coloured kimono-like robe that was tied around with a large violet bandage that wrapped into a large bow on the side of her hip. She was also wearing a purple overdress that went all the way down to her knees, as well some sort of plain white hood - it was like she'd just stepped outside of The Last Samurai or some sort of Buddhist temple.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" she said, her greyish eyes widened with worry. "I guess I was a little bit too concentrated on eating this hamburger - it's only been two hours since I last had one you see, so I told Nick that needed to quickly go out and grab..." By this point, Michael had blocked out whatever the strange woman was saying and focused on the half eaten burger she was gripping firmly in her hand - so she was dressed up in oriental attire and was eating western food... what an odd combination - she had to be one of those Japanophiles or something.

Waving his hand dismissively, Michael said "No, it was my fault - I should've seen you coming; I was too busy thinking about work. Are you alright?"

The woman nodded enthusiastically, her long locks of black hair bouncing wildly. "Yeah, I'm fine! Are you OK though? It seems like I really got you there - "

"No I'm good, really." Michael stepped to the side and gestured down the road with his arm. "I'll let you get on your way now - Sorry about all that."

However it was then that the young woman fixed her eyes onto the round golden badge that was clipped to Michael's black suit; a massive beaming smile grew on her face. "You're a defense attorney? That's awesome! One of my best friends is too; his name is Ph-"

"I'm sorry miss, but I'm kinda in the middle of working on a case right now," said Michael as the grip on his suitcase handle tightened. "I really don't have a lot of time-"

"Oh don't worry, I completely understand!" the young woman chirped before clasping her hands together and bowing. "Like I was saying, I have a friend who's a defence attorney so I know how stressful your job can be." Suddenly, her smile seemed to waver slightly as she added; "I... my older sister was a defence attorney too - she used to say that no matter how difficult her cases were, as long as she believed in her client's innocence there was nothing that could stop her from winning." With a wistful smile, the woman nodded and said "I won't hold you up anymore - sorry about all that..."

She walked quietly past Michael before spinning around to say "Oh, good luck on the trial!"

Michael simply smirked waved before moving on his way. A couple seconds later however, he was interrupted again - but not by another person. As he walked down the street, he suddenly stepped on something hard and was almost sent flying onto his back were it not for the conveniently placed streetlight that could could grab onto. Once he got his balance back Michael looked down to see what was he'd slipped on; expecting to see a discarded can or pebble... but what he saw instead was some strange green waxy... thing that seemed to have been shaped into either a "9" or a "g" shape. Curious, Michael picked it up and studied it closer: It seemed to be some kind of talisman - it must've belonged to that young woman! Turning around, Michael opened his mouth to yell after her... but she was nowhere in sight.

"Damn it," he muttered under his breath. "I guess I'll have to keep it for now - with what she's wearing, I doubt she'll be too hard to find..."

~Mystical Talisman shoved into trouser pocket~

With that, Michael resumed walking back to his office without being disturbed any further.

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It was now the middle of the night, and Michael was sitting behind his desk in his office, bloodshot eyes glued to the screen of his laptop as his brain stormed with thoughts and theories for his case - but every time he thought of something, he simply remembered a counter argument that the prosecution had during he trial earlier. With a massive sigh, Michael leaned back into his chair and washed his hands over his face.

"God damn it, there's nothing I can do!" He groaned before leaning forwards and grabbing the lukewarm coffee cup and downing the last dark dregs that had pooled at the bottom. "I'm just gonna end up being a laughing stock in that courtroom tomorrow... There's got to be something I'm missing, but what?!"

It was then that Michael noticed a warmth suddenly pulsing from the side of his left thigh - shit, did he somehow spill coffee on his trousers? Pushing back on his swivel chair, Michael expected to see a damp stain slowly spreading across his trousers... but instead what he saw made his eyes widen: There was an ominous green glow coming out of his pocket! Immediately diving a hand into his pocket, Michael remembered what it was the second he felt that strange waxy texture again - it was the talisman from earlier! It felt surprisingly warm in his palm, like a freshly made cup of coffee, and seemed to be glowing a sort of radioactive green - perhaps it was one of those body warmers that activated when you pressed or cracked them? As he stared at it, Michael began to think about the woman in the weird robes from earlier... he did mean to try and find out where she was to give this thing back to her, but what was her name? In fact, did she even say who she was?

Her name's Maya Fey, if you're wondering.

Oh, thanks-!

Michael jumped out of his seat as he heard a woman's voice ring out around him. Slapping the switch for his desklamp, Michael darted his head around the office for them.... but there was no sign of anyone in there with him, even from behind. After a couple moments he then stood completely still and closed his eyes before taking a deep, long breath. "There's no-one here," he muttered to himself. "It must be the coffee or stress or something..." He then began to sit back down, but the second before he touched the chair he heard the woman again:

Sorry, but I'm actually real - I'm right in front of you, you know.

"Alright, who the hell's there?" Michael shouted out as he leaped upright. "Come out! Stop messing around with me, damn it! I'm stressed enough as it is and I don't need someone messing around with me and wasting my time!"

I'm not messing around with you, I swear. Just look at the thing you're holding, OK?

Looking down, Michael stared at the glowing wax talisman he was grasping and gasped as he saw it begin to pulse in time to the woman's voice:

Hello Michael. My name's-

"Holy shit!" Michael gasped; the talisman suddenly slipped out of his hand and dropped to the floor. Almost immediately he scrambled to pick it up and fumbled with it in his hands, roaming his eyes all over it to make it wasn't dented or scratched - he wasn't sure how these things were made, but either way he didn't want to upset that Mary or whatever the strange voice had said the girl's name was - 

Her name's Maya. And don't worry, it would take a lot for this Magatama to be destroyed.

Michael was silent, his wide eyes blinking occasionally as he tried to make sense of everything that was going on. "How... how is this happening? Is this some sort of prank - this isn't some sort of walkie talkie is it?" The "Magatama" then glowed again as it let out a long, tired sigh.

Alright, let me try to explain: Have you heard of Kurain?

Sitting back down into his office chair, Michael's brows furrowed as he heard the name. "Kurain... isn't that some weird village a couple miles away from here?"

Um, yes. The girl you bumped into earlier - my younger sister - comes from there and is a Master of the Kurain Channelling Technique.

Michael raised an eyebrow. "The what?"

....You've never heard of it? You know what the DL-6 Incident is, right?

"Should I?"

Whatever... basically, my sister can channel spirits of the deceased. In order to do that though, she needs to charge the Magatama you're currently holding in your hand with spiritual energy.

"Wait..." Michael began as he stared sadly at the talisman. "So does that mean you're dead?" After a couple moments of silence, the woman replied:

Yes, I am. Have you heard of Mia Fey?

Michael shook his head slowly in response, and the woman sighed again.

Really? It hasn't even been a decade yet, I'm sure... Anyways: You're a defense attorney, right?

"Yeah, I am." A dry laugh suddenly came out of Michael. "Not for much longer though...."

I could hear what you were saying - and what you were thinking. I'm not sure what happened, but it seems like you were so desperate that you managed to somehow summon me. Are you sue you don't have any ties to Kurain?

Michael simply shook his head.

Hmmmm... Anyways, you were saying you needed help on this case of yours, and I believe I can. You see, I actually used to be a defense attorney like you... but my career was cut short when my desire to uncover the truth resulted in someone wanting to make sure I stayed silent forever. But because of Maya, I've been able to help my friends from beyond the grave countless times. Again, I'm really not sure how you managed to summon me... but regardless, I'll do my best.

"But how can you help me?" asked Michael. "I mean, sure it's great that I can talk to you... but I can't just carry you around in my pocket all the time. Can't you just..." He then waved his free hand in the air in front of him. "I dunno, appear in front of me?"

I could, but it would take a lot of energy to do so - and as I am right now is draining all the energy that's currently stored inside this Magatama. It's best for spirits to inhabit a body... but well, that would be wrong of me to do.

Michael frowned. "You mean like possession?"

...Sort of, yes. But it's best if we're channelled into a properly trained medium, because otherwise something could go wrong-

"Do it." Michael said calmly. "I'm desperate; I need to win this case or my life is in ruins!"

Are you sure?

"Yes, I'm sure!"

...Alright. But before I do, let me ask you two questions: Do you believe your client is innocent?

Michael lowered the Magatama, his eyes furrowing again as his mind raced through all the details and evidence that'd been accumulated over the past couple days; all the conversations he'd had with the defendant in the detention centre... After at least a minute of silent contemplation, Michael answered with a firm "Yes, I do."

Good. My next question is this: Do you trust your client?

"What... what do you mean? I think they're innocent, but-"

But do you trust their innocence? A good friend of mine once had an absolutely horrible man for client who'd lied about their innocence... that was a rather stressful case, let me tell you.

"I... no, they're not lying." Michael said. "I'm sure of it. In fact, I'd go so far as to say I know they're innocent - I just can't seem to find way to prove it." Looking down at the Magatama he added; "Please, whoever you are... Do whatever it is you have to do - just help me save my client!"

Alright. I'm not sure what'll happen exactly, but... good luck.

Before Michael could say anything, the Magatama's spectral green glow and warmth suddenly intensified; the hairs on his neck prickled up as a shiver of energy rushed through his entire body. The glow then started to float off of the talisman and began to swirl all around Michael, coating his entire body within a matter of seconds - the light was so powerful that Michael couldn't even see anything in front of him but the pulsing jade colour as it slowly drew closer and closer against him to the point where he was practically cocooned in it... and then with a blinding flash, the energy suddenly disappeared and the Magamata went deathly cold. Placing it gently onto his desk, Michael just stood there for a couple seconds.

"...Are you there?" he asked aloud. "Did it work? Hello?!"

...Sorry, it just took me a couple moments to get used to this. It's a bit strange though; usually when I possess a medium's body it changes as I enter them. I wonder when -

It was then that a strange tickling sensation appeared at the base of Michael's stomach - it felt like there butterflies dancing around down there and the sudden discomfort made a soft groan squeeze out of his lips. Bending over slightly, Michael placed a hand out on his desk to stay balanced - and it was then that he noticed something... off about it: As he stared down at his hand, he saw that his fingernails were slowly stretching outwards, the white edge gradually thickening every second. With just this change alone, Michael couldn't help but see them as unremarkably feminine. This view was only strengthened as a tingling sensation trickled out down his actual fingers now, causing them to elongate a little bit in order to match the length of the nails as well slimming down and giving them a daintier, slenderer look. Another prickling sensation appeared on his hands but it wasn't because the small amount of hair there was standing on it's end - it was actually doing the opposite; swiftly sliding back into his pores and melting away, leaving his wrists sleeker and smoother than ever before.

Moving his hand to his face for a closer study, Michael muttered "No way, it's actually..." Bringing up his other hand for comparison, he was just as shocked to see that it had changed too and was just as smooth and slender as his right. "Is any of this gonna hurt?"
 

It shouldn't... but then again, the people I used to be channeled into were female, so it wasn't like much changed other than body size...

As if hearing what the woman had said, Michael's spine suddenly began to creak and crack as it began to not only diminish slightly, but also shift into a more upright "S", giving him a more confident posture whilst ever so slightly pushing his chest outwards. Feeling that the room had gotten a little bit bigger, Michael blinked hard and had to shake his head a couple times before he finally regained a sense of balance.. a sense of balance that was immediately thrown out the window as he turned to sit down, because his feet had also quietly gone through the same transformation as his hands - they were now a couple sizes smaller than before, meaning the pair of black loafers Michael was wearing felt uncomfortably roomier than before.

Taking a couple wobbly steps backward, Michael collapsed onto the swivel chair again, leaning all the way back and stretching his legs out so he had a complete view. His eyes were constantly scanning his body now, trying to see if anything else was changing... however, whilst the next parts of his body to change weren't technically visible, Michael certainly felt the tugging sensation wrap around his arms and legs as the muscle there began to melt away in seconds, leaving them with a graceful and undeniably feminine skinniness. Just like his wrists earlier, the same tingling reappeared afterwards as the thick bristles of hair simply retreated back into the skin and blessing them with a silky, velvety sheen.

Michael gasped as a heavy pressure suddenly weighed down on his shoulders, like someone had just dropped an anvil on him; his muscles there tightened and clenched up like he was a puppet whose strings had been yanked. Letting out a strained groan as he did so, Michael felt like he had to roll his shoulders into to make the pain... stop! With a satisfying crunch and an equally satisfied sigh, thrills of pleasure pulsed through Michael's body as his shoulder blades caved inwards and left his overall physique looking rather girlish.

"Ugh... yeah, this is gonna be a little uncomfortable, isn't it?" Michael said aloud to the woman's voice - he was a little surprised not to hear anything kind of answer from her. As he wondered why she wouldn't or couldn't respond, Michael was unaware that his short brown hair was started to grow down to his shoulders; a majority of it sliding over his chair and reaching midway down his back. Its caramel coloured look began to darken next, eventually settling on a darker, more chocolate coloured shade that complimented its newfound volume and length perfectly.

More changes started to occur on Michael's face; his green eyes diluted into an earthy brown as his lashes thickened and grew out. The angular features of his face and nose smoothed out, giving the a former a curvier, more heart shaped structure whilst the latter morphed into a cute button nose. Michael's lips, thin and dry from all the stress and concentration he'd accumulated throughout the evening, suddenly moistened and began to gradually fill out with soft and plump tissue that was then coated in a slight pink hue - whilst his lips weren't exactly huge, they certainly stood out more and added a sort of cuteness to his already feminine face. As a sort of add on to this, a tiny beauty mark formed on the side just to the bottom right corner of his lips.

Still sitting in his chair, a frown slowly dawned on Michael's face (although it now looked a bit more like a pout thanks to his feminine features) as he noticed a growing tightness forming around his waist, as if the trousers he was wearing were slowly shrinking - but what was actually happening was that his pelvis was now rapidly growing as his waist began to shrink inwards, causing his hips to flare out and grace Michael's body with a tight hourglass figure... that couldn't really be seen with the male designed clothing he was wearing. But if it was possible to see the back of Michael's body right now, you would have been able to see his rather flat rear enlarge and push lightly against his trousers as it was filled with soft, supple tissue. This change resulted in a side effect for the top half of Michael's already slender legs as the thighs there thickened with the same pillowy flesh, causing the lower half his body to have a mature and womanly appearance. Looking down at the now womanly curves and feeling the cushiony weight of his butt, Michael felt a heat glow across his face as a faint blush bloomed. By this point there wasn't exactly much left of his body to change besides his throat, his chest and hi-

"Ohhh fuck!" Michael suddenly groaned as he felt a wave of pleasure jolt through his crotch as his member fully hardened in seconds; causing him to double over slightly and claw at the edge of his chairs armrests. "Oh... oh fuck..." he muttered again and again under his increasingly heavier breaths. "Gonna... mmmm... gonna have to stay caaaah~!"

A long, lustful moan poured out of his mouth as another large wave of bliss surged through his body, especially around his chest as a particularly steamy warmth suddenly amassed there. A couple seconds later the flesh around his nipples began to swell out with cushiony, doughy tissue as a pair of large breasts that just skirted the edge of being D cups, easily filling out his shirt and causing the buttons of his black pinstripe suit to pop apart from the sheer force of the strain caused by the newly formed bosom. Quivering in his seat, Michael couldn't help but stare down at his chest and bite his lip as a hum of satisfaction crept out of them: His breasts looked so big and round and creamy... The more he stared at them, the hotter he began to feel all over - and the stronger the urge to just reach up and grab them became... until a voice in the back of his head snapped him out of the desire that had fogged up his mind: He might be attracted to this body, sure... but it's technically not his body now, is it?

A pang of disgust and shame crawling around his stomach, Michael made a mental apology before taking a deep breath: There really wasn't much left to change on his body now and although he'd felt a embarrassed about ogling his feminine body, his member was still incredibly hard from the sheer amount of pleasure that he'd felt from the appearance of his breasts. It was then that a strange sensation suddenly appeared within his crotch: It was a sort of pulsing warmth beneath the base of his cock that seemed to be ever so slowly climbing up it's length - no, it wasn't climbing up... his dick was going down! Michael's hands automatically began to move down to undo the zip of his trousers, but found themselves hesitating at the last second - did he really wanna see that go? For now, just feeling it go away was enough, especially as it felt that every inch lost outside was somehow being gained within him. Eventually all that was left was the diminished tip of his penis, and as it slid into the wet embrace of his folds, Michael let a sharp, lustful moan that sounded much higher than it would have before as sparks of bliss flashed through him.

Michael's moans only began to get higher and higher now that his testicles began to follow suit, each and every tug sending a wave of pleasure up and around his body. But with each tug, a portion of the lumpy Adam's Apple on Michael's throat began to melt away, causing his voice to gradually get girlier and girlier. His mind began to steam up with sexy thoughts... but they weren't the ones he was expecting: Instead of women, he found himself thinking about men... one in particular, it seemed... A Hispanic man with wavy black hair and a cocky smirk on that handsome face of his... those chocolatey brown eyes just made her melt every time he stared at her... And that wonderful, earthy smell of coffee that followed him everywhere like a cologne...

"D-Diego...~!"

A fully feminine voice whine slipping out of her smooth, soft throat; Mia's heart fluttered as more thoughts of her beloved mentor floated around in her mind. Eyes screwed as tightly as the bite on her plump bottom lip, Mia began to imagine that the arousing filling sensation caused by the retracting testicles was instead something long, hard and throbbing that belonged to Diego - and it was that final thought filled with passion combined with the last remnant of Michael's physical presence finally submerging deep into Mia's body that sent her spiralling over the edge; a piercing wail echoing throughout the otherwise silent office as her womanhood finished forming.

It was around five minutes later that Mia Fey finally came back down from her orgasm induced high. Her face still flushed red, she let out a relaxed sigh as she quickly gave her body a glance over: Everything seemed to be in order, and she definitely knew there were at least two parts of her that should be there - a small voice in the back of her mind then snapped her out of her thoughts by reminding her that she was here for a reason...Ah yes, the trial! Glancing at the computer, she then realised she didn't even need to bother reading through the details when Michael's knowledge was simply a part of hers now - she wasn't sure how she'd be able to explain the sudden change of lawyers, but Mia did recall a time that same cravat wearing prosecutor helped a mutual friend of theirs by being a defense attorney, so a simple change of lawyer wouldn't be too suspicious. Of course, once this trial was over she'd have to find Maya and try to find a way to channel her out of this body... but for now, it felt good to finally do some justice again!

Filled with resolve, Mia took one prideful, purposeful step forward... and then wobbled around frantically for a tense couple of seconds before finally managing to get a grip on the office desk. Looking down at her clothes, Mia then glanced back at the computer as she slipped her dainty feet out of the now large loafers - perhaps the best thing to do first was to search for some more fitting attire...