The T.G.A.P (Pulsefire Caitlyn TG/TF)

It was a bright Saturday afternoon and although Collin was relaxing in the living room of his apartment, surfing the internet on his phone, this didn’t mean he was happy - he was actually bored out of his mind.  

“In other news, reports of a man wearing “high-tec” or “Iron Man” armour running around the city swarmed in over night.” Said the news reporter as he sat in the studio. “Although initially believed to be a prank or hoax, the police are now urging the public to stay away from this man following a violent encounter between two officers - ”

Collin sighed and turned the TV off before continuing to read his phone. If he could sum up his life in two words, it would be “depressingly normal” - he’d been brought up in a middle-class household by two decent, parents who had decent jobs before going to school and getting an average education; gaining a decent group of friends in the process. Although he was aware that there were people in the world whose lives were much worse than his, Collin still couldn’t help but hate just how mind-numbingly plain his life had been so far, and a part of him worried if anything exciting would ever happen in his life at all...  Perhaps this was why he had a fondness for sci-fi, especially stuff involving time travel: He considered himself to be a die-hard Whovian and had played Chrono Trigger and Explorers of Time hundreds of times - in Overwatch, he even mained the hero known as Tracer. There was something about being able to go wherever and whenever in time that was so amazing to him.

As the twenty one year old sat on his couch in his blue shorts and plain white shirt, something bright briefly flashed in the corner of his eye, drawing his attention from his phone: And what Collin saw caused him to open his mouth in awe: The wooden table a couple feet in front of him was bending - the very space around it imploding. Occasionally, small fingers of blue lightning flicked out of the very center of the warp harmlessly, but Collin didn’t dare reach out and touch it.

“The hell…?” was all Collin could mutter as he gazed at the bizarre scene in front of him, dabbing the camera app on his phone and quickly taking a photo of the warp, cursing as the flashlight unexpectedly went off. Almost a second after this had happened, the electricity began to shoot out further and faster than before as rising rumble of power echoed through the room, causing Collin to jump off his couch and scramble to the doorway just as a blinding light began to fill the room…

Then both the light and the rumbling abruptly stopped. Collin slowly peeked into the living room armed with his phone; ready to take a photo of the Terminator that had just teleported into his room; moments away from brutally murdering him. But there wasn’t a ten foot tall robot or a naked Arnold Schwarzenegger standing in the middle of the living room. Instead, the thing that had entered through the ominous portal was… a cup of tea?

Collin frowned, harrumphing before trudging over to the table and crouching down to get a closer look at it: It looked like a small cup made out of china, gingerly touching it, Collin found it comfortably warm to the touch as if it had been made a couple minutes ago with wafts of steam occasionally drifting up from the dark beige liquid it contained. 

A smirk grew across his face. “Yeah, like I’m just gonna drink a cup of tea that appeared from a portal,” he thought before picking it up, entering his kitchen and casually dumping it into the bin before returning to the living room to continue surfing on his pho - the cup was back on the table in the same spot and position it had been in mere seconds ago. Collin approached the table again, staring at the cup for a couple moments before shoving the tea off the table, causing it to shatter and spill the tea onto the cream carpet… Then the still falling pieces of china froze in mid-air for a couple moments before reforming and placing itself in the exact place it had been before, as if someone had simply pressed “rewind”.

Collin scratched his chin as he tried to come up with a sciency reason for the strange piece of tableware. “It seems to be stuck in some sort of time loop that’ll probably stop once it’s drunk,” he theorised as another smirk grew on his face. “So I’ll just wait until it decides to teleport somewhere else!” He then collapsed onto the sofa and continued eagerly browsing the web. An hour passed and the phone's’ battery was almost depleted, leaving Collin no choice but to put it away; causing the cup of tea to appear in his vision. Sighing with frustration, Collin shoved himself up from the sofa. “Fine! I’ll drink the damn thing!” he growled, snatching the cup and downing the contents in one gulp before slamming it back down on the table.

Little did Collin know that what he had just ingested wasn’t just tea - it had been laced with hundreds of nanomachines that had now begun to spread across his body; the only sign Collin got that this was happening was a small shiver running through him. In fact, the transformation itself wasn’t even instant - it was only five minutes later when the nanomachines had reached Collin’s brain, that a it began with a sharp whistling noise in his mind.

“Gah! What the fuck?!” He hissed as he clasped his head.

“Temporal Anchor for Chrono Agent located,” boomed a dronic robotic voice in his head. “Now activating Temporal Genetic Acquisition Process.”

Collin noticed how dry and scratchy his throat suddenly felt  and he found himself coughing reflexively, every hack and wheeze making his adam’s apple slowly melt away… The horrible dryness disappeared as quickly as it had appeared and Collin finished cleared his throat with a forceful “Ahem!”

“What the hell was in that dri-!” He gasped and clasped a hand around his throat. It felt unusually smooth and even, but that wasn’t what Collin was focusing on - his voice sounded different!  Not only did it sound way more feminine than before, but even his accent had changed - the American accent had been replaced with an ordinary English one.
Before he could really comprehend what was going on, Collin’s body involuntarily slumped back onto the couch, limply sliding down its velvety leather until his feet rested at the bottom of the wooden table.

An aching tension suddenly emerged all over Collin’s body as the nanomachines began to mold and sculpt his flesh, his arms and legs tightening and bulking as his body gained some muscle. Collin’s facial features had also changed slightly - they’d simultaneously softened and matured, as if he were now closer to thirty one than twenty one.

Collin curiously slid a hand up and down one of his arms, impressed at the slight firmness it had gained, his eyes also catching onto how slim his hands had become. As he studied them closely, Collin tried to figure out what was happening to him - he now had an English accent, was undeniably becoming more and more female by the second and that robotic voice in his head had used the terms “Chrono” and “Temporal”, which were associated with time…
Collin sprung up from the couch again, sitting completely upright as he came to a realization.
“Holy shit, I’m turning into Tracer!” After a couple moments of stunned silence, a big smile appeared on Collin’s face - his life was finally about to get interesting!

A vice-like tension grew around Collin’s shoulders and he started to roll them whilst roughly massaging them, sending pleasurable tingles down his spine as they began to crunch inwards and lose their masculine broadness. The tingles continued to trickle down his spine as it slowly diminished, dropping a couple inches off his height.

Collin’s face was next to change, his diamond edged features lessening and morphing into a more heartshaped face - his overall appearance was blurring the lines between masculinity and femininity. Seemingly aware of this, or perhaps to compensate for Collin’s now narrow shoulders, his hips began to gradually expand outwards.

“Oh shit, I forgot that that was gonna have to happen...” Collin muttered as he observed the changes.

Around thirty seconds later his hips had finished shifting - although they weren’t overly curvaceous, they definitely gave Collin’s body the womanly element it needed. Butterflies (or nanomachines?) dancing in his stomach, Collin gulped as he came to the realisation that there wasn’t much much of his body left to change besides from his - Pleasure pulsed from Collin’s groin as the nanomachines stationed there began to tug heavily at his testicles, causing him to slip off the couch and flop onto the floor in a curled position.

“Oh shit, oh shit…” was all he could say between heaving gasps, his hands clutching his crotch as if a small part of him was worried about the consequences of this particular phase in the transformation. Waves of pleasure washed over Collin again and again as his testicles were slowly pulled inside of him, leaving his now erect member as the final bastion against the transformation.

The nanomachines began to repurpose Collin’s testicles, pushing them upwards and outwards until they fell into the form of the fallopian tubes. However, they were still filled with a substance that was now made redundant, so the nanomachines began to concentrate on stimulating Collin as much as possible. Sparks of pleasure began to flow from Collin’s chest and down into his groin, causing his penis to strain against the fabric of his shorts. His shirt rubbed roughly against his nipples; Collin instinctively reached under his shirt and tweaked one of them, causing him to unleash a long, girlish moan.

“Ohhh shit, it feels so good..!”

Collin’s hand started to get pushed back as his chest filled with fat and tissue, growing to moderately sized c-cup breasts. With that a final massive surge of pleasure rushed through Collin, completely overwhelming his body and making him wail as he released his final male orgasm.

As Collin basked in the glow of his climax, his penis became flaccid and started to withdraw rapidly, shrinking even further than it used to before enveloping itself into Collin’s wet folds and completing the transformation.

“Wow,” He sighed happily, brushing a lock of navy blue hair out of his eye. “That was amazing...”

Wait a second, blue hair?! Last time Collin checked, Tracer did not have blue hair!
Quickly running a hand through his hair, Collin felt long luscious locks that likely reached down to his back were it not currently splayed all across the carpet. Before he could sit up, the robotic voice from earlier reappeared:

“Physical changes complete,” it droned. “Now beginning Mental Temporal Transportation of Chrono Agent.”

“Oh come on,” Collin exclaimed. “Can’t I enjoy this for a least a dayyyeeeow!” A sharp pain flicked through Collin's brain; a sleepy dullness began to cloud his mind and he started to find it harder and harder to think with each second - he soon fell unconscious. 

However, after a couple minutes, she woke up and opened her now icy blue eyes. Groaning as she used the table to pull herself up, Caitlyn took the phone out of her back pocket and looked at herself using it's camera, checking every angle for any imperfections or abnormalities from the process.

"Chrono Agent must report status," urged the robotic voice.

“Everything appears to be in order...,” she acknowledged before noticing that her body was coated in sweat, especially down below, and she rolled her eyes. “P.E.A.R.L, please remind me to tell the Remembrances that there has to be a better way of time travelling than... this.” She then casually chucked the phone aside, causing it to break as it smashed into the wall.
“Reminder set,” responded the AI before quickly adding; "Update: Chrono Agent's gear is incoming.”

Caitlyn stepped back as the portal from earlier reappeared; this time it spat out a long, white futuristic suitcase. Opening it revealed a sleek grey and white bodysuit, a tattered brown longcoat and a massive cannon of a sniper rifle that was coloured the same stark white as the suitcase, a powerful blue energy crackling inside the two canisters attached to it. She couldn't help but smile as she gazed upon it.

Caitlyn began to swiftly undress, her face scowling momentarily in disdain at the "primitive" quality of the clothes people wore in this timeline. Donning the longcoat, Caitlyn smiled again as she picked up her trusty rifle, feeling its familiar weight and texture.

“So tell me P.E.A.R.L,” She said to her robotic companion. “Is he here?”

“The Chrono Fugitive known as Ezreal was sighted approximately 6 miles away precisely 22 hours, 11 minutes and 40 seconds ago.”

“Good,” She said as she activated the rifle, cherishing the rumbling purr it made as it powered up. “It’s time to show him that there’s nowhere - or when - he can hide.” 


(Drawing by Steve Zheng.)