Dylan was walking down the halls of an old mansion. No one had lived in it for some years, at least for as long as Dylan was aware of its existence. There were many stories and rumors circulating it, like how it became haunted and had since been abandoned, people terrified to even walk down the same block of it - let alone the interior of the mansion. 


But the curiosity was too much to resist for Dylan. He wanted to know if it was really haunted, or if it was all just a myth, which he did have a bigger lean toward. Walking through the mansion, nothing appeared out of the ordinary. It looked like any other old house, with nothing but dust and cobwebs everywhere hanging on the furniture and walls. 


The man finally came across what appeared to be the master bedroom. There was a large Queen-sized bed sitting at the edge of the room, and despite the age of the mansion, it looked like the bed was made that day. The only thing else notable was the locket resting at the center of the bed, silver with what looked to be a rose resting on the top of the latch. 


Dylan walked over, picking up the locket and examining it. He opened it, revealing a purple interior with a ghostly face inside. Afterward, a purple mist rapidly burst out from the mouth, filling the room with a lavender haze as the mist swirled around Dylan, transforming his body underneath it. 


His beard vanished into his face, leaving it completely smooth as any trace of facial hair vanished. In fact, even his regular hair wouldn't be safe, becoming a dark purple color that layered the entire back of his head, sticking out not too unlike a mane mixed with a hairdo. His skin would change color, becoming a lighter shade of purple which formed over most of the rest of his head. His ears increased in size as they moved upward to the top of his head. The shape of them became more rectangular with pointed tips, the upper half of the ears a dark purple like his hair while the rest was the lighter color. At the sides of Dylan's neck, two slits formed that were red in color. 


Dylan's face stretched out, now quite forming a muzzle but having a more pronounced lower face. His teeth became sharper, the squared shape of them becoming pointed and closer to fangs than anything. The length of his tongue became longer, able to stick all the way out and touch his chest if he wanted it to as the color of it turned a dark purple matching his "hair." The whites of Dylan's eyes turned a piercing red color as the number of eyelashes on them multiplied greatly. With mascara forming, they became even more pronounced, all while the size of his eyebrows became thinner. His voice altered as the lump in his throat shrank, causing it to rise up in pitch to a regal, feminine voice. 


The shoulders on Dylan's body became a bit more curved, the broadness vanishing in favor of a narrow build. His arms became thicker, all while the size of his hands became smaller and dainty. At his chest, two mounds of flesh amassed, becoming rather large and sensitive as Dylan now possessed an ample bosom. His weight increased as the curves grew, with notable inclines at his lower body as well as indented into his back. As all this was happening, the color of Dylan's skin finished its transition into a full light purple color form head to toe. 


The size of Dylan's hips increased with the rest of his body, becoming the largest part of his body. Not far behind that would be his rear, which drastically increased to match his new weight and figure. More curves formed onto Dylan's legs, with his thighs becoming incredibly thick and his calves wider. Between his legs, Dylan's manhood vanished, leaving nothing more but womanhood inside and out. The size of his legs became much smaller, becoming dainty like his hands, leaving Dylan as a Gengar woman. There was one extra layer, a few hidden wrinkles forming onto his body, with some aches to boot - both from the size and proportions of his new body but also from the age. He had lost out on the experience of aging, rapidly growing through the process instead as he gained an extra decade, his new body much older than his original one. 


Dylan's outfit altered greatly. His tee shirt tightened around his upper body, the collar dipping down drastically until it exposed the entire upper half of his chest and shoulders. A decent bit of the back vanished as well, all while the color of it turned a velvet purple to gain the look of a corset that hugged and highlighted his new feminity. His pant legs merged together, forming into a skirt that dragged on the ground. On the left side, a slit formed with a lacey black material covering up parts of it. Tucked inside a pocket of a large purple ribbon that wrapped around Dylan's waist would be a ruffle of light blue fabric that looked like a rose. The skirt of the new dress became a dark purple color, complete with white rope accessories around the waist connecting the whole ensemble together. At the ears, a pearl earring formed on each of them closer to the tip. Dylan's heels lifted off the ground as he was put onto his toes as his shoes turned into a pair of black high heels with an open top, roses at the heels of them as the transformation into a Gengar woman complete with outfit finished. 


The world around Dylan altered greatly as well. The dust and cobwebs all around the room and the mansion were vanishing as his very place in reality was being shot way back in time to when this place was considered modern. Years and years went by, any traces of modern technologies like smartphones and televisions gone, as the year sat comfortably in the late 1800s, the new millennia on the horizon. In fact, she was planning to be hosting a party celebrating the "8" becoming a "9 in a few weeks. 


The "she" in that sentence being Meryl. Although Dylan wasn't being erased, he was feeling an onslaught of new memories entering into his head. How Meryl acted, how she lived, and all of her relationships with friends, family, and even potential suitors - which considering how her social standing there was a lot of them! 


When the changes finished, Dylan saw that the once murky fullbody mirror in the room as now prestine, letting him see his reflection for the first time. he had to admit, the dress held his figure well, and he did look rather good like this. None the less, the contrasting memories were a lot to take in! While he was fully aware of what the future held, none of that existed anymore! The time he found himself in was very far from the one he had actually lived in. No one would believe he was a human man from the future, transformed into an elegantly beautiful Gengar woman in the distant past. 


So, Dylan had to put on a facade. Meryl was very sociable, always going to events, galas, and parties hosted by her acquaintances. At first, things were awkward, especially getting around and dressed with her figure - it was far from small like Dylan's old body was, but over time, she got more used to wearing more exposing clothing like her go-to purple dress she had one after she transformed along with walking in heels. 


In addition, Dylan began to think of herself as Meryl. The Gengar was very full of herself and her beauty normally with the memories that Dylan got, but the more he was in the body, the more he realized just how right she was! Every time she put on a new dress or sat in front of one of her vanity stands doing her makeup or accessorizing, she found it hard to not stare and admire herself in the reflection. 


She joked, laughed, and teased everywhere she went, always becoming the center of attention, and people enjoyed having her at their events! Dylan at first had to act the role of Meryl, taking extra thought to be careful with how she said to not let something that "Dylan" knew that "Meryl" shouldn't have known. But over time, it became second nature, it was like Dylan, or rather, Meryl was living her life as she always had! Sure, she didn't have the modern conveniences that Dylan had grown accustomed to, but the trade-off was worth it for the body and lifestyle of Meryl! She didn't often think about the future, and was much more focused on the now! Who knows if she'd even be able to get back, so why not just appreciate how amazing the present was~?