New Partner: Jessie TG [REQUEST]

Peter had a quiet life. He didn't do anything troublesome, and he trouble didn't find him. He enjoyed the calmness of it, nothing exciting happening. He grew into a really comfortable groove, and was able to keep his days enjoyable. He worked at a post office, and just ensured packages went to the right places. Peter's life was like this for quite a while, until one faithful day. 

Peter had been forced a late night shift, so late he would be the one locking up. It was rather normal, making sure boxes went where they need to go. It was quiet, he was one of the only, if not the only person on shift. However, he began hearing noises coming from the other room. Peter pondered who it was, and went to inspect it. He walked into a room, and it was clearly broken into. 

"W-where are you? Come out now!" Peter said clearly frightened. However, it was answered by a hit to the back of his head, knocking him out cold. 

When Peter's vision returned, he found himself restrained in a chair. He moved around frantically, unable to move from it. Tape covered his mouth to avoid him shouting and yelling. He looked around, as much as he could; and found no sign of anyone. 

"Finally awake?" a voice says from behind him. "Don't worry about seeing me, I won't be around much longer." he says, ripping the tape off of Peter's mouth. 

"W-who are you!?" Peter lets out in a fright. 

"Doesn't matter, I have plans for you." he says eerily. 

"W-what are you going to do with me?" Peter asks terrified. 

"Well, we have someone in need of a partner, one slot you're going to be filling." he says, stabbing a needle into Peter's neck, a pink liquid entering it. 

"W-what is...that..." Peter says, slowly falling into a deep sleep. 

"Goodnight Peter." the man says as he walks off. 

Peter, in his sleep began to morph into an entirely different person. His hair grew much longer, forcefully being gelled backwards as it turned pink. His face became softer as any trace of facial hair and masculinity left him. Peter's eyebrows thinned out as his eyelashes elongated, becoming more defined. His nose became small and petite and his lips went into a permanent pout. Peter's whole body became smoother as it lost any trace of body hair. 

Peter's arms became thin and slender while his hands became dainty. Long, black gloves formed that almost reached his shoulders, which cracked inward. His figure contorted as his waist caved in and back went into an arch. Peter's hips pushed outward with his rear not far behind. His legs became smooth and shapely as long black boots formed around them, reaching his thighs. 

Pressure began to build at Peter's chest as two pounds of fleshed pushed forward, forming into a pair of breasts. A black sports bra formed underneath while a white crop top with red "R" formed in the center. Down below, Peter's manhood shrank away, until it left him with womanhood in every sense of the word. Her pants became a tight white skirt. 

The world around Peter altered as the post office became darker. Peter was no longer there, and was now in a much scarier abandoned building. Peter heard footsteps in the other room. "Jessie! Where are you?" Peter heard a familiar voice call out. "James! In here!" Peter, now Jessie fully calls out to her partner.