It was nighttime in NYC as the orange clad ninja turtle equipped with nunchaku and a shell-phone hopped from rooftop to rooftop with athletic finesse. Looking down from the edge onto the crowded streets below. 
“Yaaawwwn…”
Nothing was really happening in terms of criminal activity. No signs of the Foot Clan or Purple Dragons doing shady criminal business. Not even the usual mugging from petty thieves were present. It was getting boring to say the least. He wished he was back home playing some video games, reading comics and going to bed afterward. 
After hopping across a few buildings, something caught his attention from across the street. A red brick five story rundown abandoned apartment building with boarded up cracked windows. A wide small cement staircase of a few steps leads to a door covered with many kinds of papers from evictions to “No Trespassing” signs to warrants. 
However, a faint dim light peaked through the boards of the left window on the ground floor. What might be making that light in a condemned place like that, he wondered? Could there be someone inside? Might as well check it out, better than doing nothing.
With stealthy quickness, he managed to cross the street by jumping from streetlights and poles until he ducked into the alleyway on left of the building so he wouldn’t be seen. He peeked in the boarded-up window to see what was inside. No one seemed to be present. Maybe they left? Might be an ambush? How would they know that he be there exactly?
Still he prepared himself as he equipped his nunchaku and removed one of the boards so he can get into the building. Then, he jumped inside with a dodge roll, and struck a battle pose while swinging his nunchaku.
“Cowabung-!…Huh?” 
He stopped his battle cry to find that no one was there. The lobby was completely empty save for a few dusty chairs on the wall opposite of him and a unisex bathroom. To his left was an L shaped reception desk with some boxes of office junk behind the counter and barren key hooks on the wall. Adjacent to that was a wall with built-in mailboxes.
But what grabbed his attention was the source of light he’d seen earlier. A dusty and cobwebbed covered desk lamp that was lit. With how old that it looked, it seemed impossible that it would be functioning, not to mention of where is the source of electricity in this place. Stranger still is what the light was shining beneath it, revealing a key to one of the apartments.
Mikey went over and picked up the key that had the number 104 etched into it, meaning first floor room four. Strange that it would be the only key that is here while noticing the empty key hook wall. Curiosity got his mind reeling on what could be up in that room and wanted to check it out. He grabbed it and proceeded to go there.
Since the building didn’t have an elevator, he had to use the stairwell that was in the back of the lobby. The first floor was ground level and just had to go through the door that was past the stairs and walked down the puke green walled and blue carpeted hallway. 
‘101… 102… 103…  Aha 104!’ he thought. 
He found himself in front of the apartment door which the key belongs to with the numbers tarnished bronze. He put the key in the hole and unlocked it. He opened the door, anticipating what could possibly be waiting for him inside. 
As he swung it open, his face was hit with a blast of heated steam and mist. He waved away some of it that obscured his vision only to reveal something very unreal.
“…. the shell?”
In the center of the supposed ‘apartment’, there was a large rectangular pool of water, almost Olympic size, and about five feet deep. Floating on the water’s surface were lotus and rose petals. He noticed the walls of the room were Japanese in style with cherry blossom print and a shoji or door to his right. The left of the room had another shoji that happened to be opened closet, revealing shelves of thick white cotton towels inside. On the floor in front of the closet was a wooden bucket filled with water and a soaked cloth on the rim. The opposite wall from where he was an opaque window, showing that it was still dark out, and five hooks, one had a pink robe with cherry blossom print on it. It all looked brand new and out of place in the decrepit apartment. Was he still in the same building for that matter? 
He looked behind him before his eyes went wide in shock.
“Where’s the door?!” he exclaimed, seeing the door he entered through vanished without a trace, just more of the similar walls of the oriental styled room.
He frantically searched the wall for it, wanting to find the way out. That was when he come across another surprising revelation.
“What the-?! Where’s my stuff?! My shell?!” he yelled.
Looking down, he saw that his plastron and shell gone completely, his green junk exposed to the elements. How could have this happened? How could all his stuff including his shell be gone without him knowing or feeling it? It was getting too much to bare.
“I need- I need to get out of here!” he said in a panic. “I have to- RARRRGH!”
As he tried to run and escape, his body suddenly felt like it was on fire, burning up feverishly and causing him to fall onto all fours. His green skin sweated profusely. Soon, a transformation began to take place.
Cracking sounds were heard as his feet shrank a couple of inches into a dainty form with delicate toes. His legs followed suit, reducing in muscle tone and becoming sleeker and slender. His thighs thickened as well.
His hips cracked as they widened into a childbearing state while his waist shrunk, losing more muscles in the process as his abs vanished into a smooth flat stomach. His butt bloated with fat, leaving him with big green booty. 
He moaned as he felt his green shaft reached full seven-inch mast. But as soon as it erected, his dick shrunk slowly until it and his testes receded into his body, leaving a puffy pussy and clit in their place. 
His pecs swelled and ballooned to EE cup proportions, capped with dark green erect nipples and quarter sized areolas. Like his legs, his arms shifted, losing much muscle tone, becoming less defined, making them womanly and slim. His hands turned feminine and dainty with thinly fingers. 
Lastly, his head’s features took a feminine turn too as it became rounder all around and his face softened with slightly longer eyelashes. 
The male turtle turned female sat there, looking over herself and trembling at what just happened to her body.
“Wh-what the-?!” she paused a bit, surprised by the sound of her new higher pitched voice.
“How did this happ-Ooooo~h!”
Mikey paused again, moaning when her hands felt and explored her body as she cupped her large newly developed tits and fleshy crevice. Delicate fingers massaged her pussy to the point of orgasmic results, squirting woman juices onto the floor. She looked over at the water, catching her feminine face in the reflective surface. 
“This-this is just unreal! I need to get the shell out of here! Gotta find a way to change back!” she exclaimed.
She stood up to once again escape, but just before getting the robe since she wasn’t modest. However, right when she reached the robe, approaching muffled voices were heard right behind the door. 
‘Ah shell! What now?!’ she thought in a panic. There weren’t many places to hide except for in the water. She took the plunge, crouching and immersing herself neck deep into the water. The water felt warm and soothing like an electric hot liquid blanket over her scaly skin, calming and relaxing her nerves if only a bit.
“Nothing like a hot bath after a day’s work, eh Kroka?” 
“Yeah, and one with a bath maiden no less! Real cute turtle babe too from what I’ve heard.”
‘Wait, what? Turtle babe? They can’t mean me, do they?!’ she thought incredulously. 
She was flabbergasted at what was transpiring before her, from finding this strange out of place room to the transformation to some guys knowing that she would be here.
Her thoughts were interrupted as the two males entered the room, shocking the turtle girl even further. One was a purple scaled anthro crocodile that reminded her a bit of Leatherhead but with more defined muscles and creamy tannish white underside that trailed from his jawline to his crotch area to underneath his tail. The other was an anthro triceratops, that undoubtedly resembled a Tricerton to her, with yellowish tan scales and white ivory horns and toe claws. Both had body builder frames with heights between 6.5-7 feet and donned towels around their waists that poorly hid their long huge sausage links, making her blush slightly. 
‘Whoa, they’re huge! …And so…handsome…and hot. Gah! Not cool! Keep it together and focus!’ she shook her heads of such thoughts that showed signs that female hormones kicked in. She also unintentionally got up from her crouching position and revealed her soaked sexy scaled body to the two males.
“Man, the old stego was right, Gomaku. She’s quite the looker.” The croc, Kroka said to his friend.
“Indeed. So, you must be Mishell, right?” Gomaku, the triceraton asked her.
She could only nod her head, caught in the moment not knowing what to do. And still partly in shock and mesmerized by the two hot males in the room.
“Well, shall we get started then?” Gomaku asked his friend.
“Yeah, ready when you are!” Kroka replied.
The two then loosened their towels as they fell to the floor, revealing the large dangling dongs in full view. Her face flushed red yet again but deeper seeing their monstrous sizes that look roughly six inches. And that’s only when they were flaccid! She felt the sense of male attraction grew heavy within as female hormones increased as well.
‘Whoa…their dicks…I-I want them…inside me…Ugh! Quit it, Mishe-Mikey!’ she thought as a feminine mentality took hold.
They joined her in the bath and mingled in the water, soaking it in. 
“Aaa~h! Feels good doesn’t it?” Gomaku asked.
“Yeah, really soothes the scales.” Kroka replied then looked over at Mikey. “Hey, sweetie, why don’t you join us? Grab a cloth and get a scrubbin’!”
Mikey just did what was asked as she got the cloth from the bucket and went back into the water with them. She sat in front of Kroka, laying on his lap with his cock snuggled between her buns while washing his beefy bod from his bulging arms to his large cushion sized pecs. She was a bit anxious and nervous but being close to him made her body yearn for his even more, horniness taking over. 
“Think you can clean my mouth with yours and I’ll give you a ride in return?” he said as she washed up to his neck.
She blushed at the request but obliged, giving in to her heightened libido, as their mouths connected into one long wet kiss. Soon, their genitals connected too as her pussy slid down onto his cock. She rode him at even pace as her tits jiggled with the two moaning in unison. 
“Aaaaa~h….oooooh… !”
“Mmm…oohh…Ungh!”
Caught in the moment of lust, she quickened her pace, feeling his cock throb faster along her pulsating walls with climax was just in reach.
“Ooo~h…Ah! Oh…I think…*gasp…I’m-I’m haah…Cumming!” she exclaimed her pussy let loose a stream of cum all over his cock.
“Unh…Ooh…Ah! Yeah, me…Too!” he yelled out as he flooded her womb with his seed.
During the orgasmic exchange, not only was her womb flooded, her mind unexpectantly flooded as well with memories of this world. Memories of washing the beefy bodies of hunky dino anthros lewdly and even being a nightly escort to customers after work for extra dough.
She got off his cock and sat next to him as the two reptiles rested with their bodily fluids dissolved in the warm water. After a while Gomaku spoke up who enjoyed the show.
“Mind cleaning me next, little lady?”
“Certainly! *Giggle!” she answered, seemingly adapting to her new body and surroundings.
With the cloth in hand, she went over to him and wash his body as she did with Kroka, doing much of the upper torso. However, as she was about to ride his massive footlong, he stopped her.
“How about we take the action out of the water and onto land?” 
“Will do!”
The two got out of the pool as Mishell laid down onto the floor with Gomaku crawling on top of her. Licking her snatch and tits along the way as she moaned in response. When they gotten face to face, they gazed into each other’s eyes before pressing their lips together into one long kiss that lasted for a few minutes.
“Are you ready?” he asked as he aligned his cock to her pussy.
“Yes! Give it to me good!” She replied.
“OK, here goes!” he said as he penetrated her pussy, emitting a moan out of her.
He began dick drilling her steadily with every thrust. In and out at a steady pace at first then went faster and harder. Mishell wrapped his arms and legs around him to get a better. Green toes curled as her inner walls grinded against his cock.
“I’m…haah… co~ooooh! Aahh! Coming!” she cried out as a flood of vaginal fluid spilled over his shaft.
“Me…ungh! TOO!” he filled her womb near the brim with few ropes of jizz.
They laid together on their side, embraced in each other’s arms as they rested while Kroka dozed off a bit as he massaged his dick. About roughly an hour later near closing, the trio awoke, got up and dried off.
“Wanna hang out with us at my place? You’ll earn a bit more with an extra big tip.” Gomaku asked.
“Oh, my pleasure!” she replied.
Soon, they went out the door with towels wrapped around them as they passed down a small hallway with magenta walls and a small mahogany table with a cherry blossom bonsai tree on top halfway down. Opposite of that was a doorway that lead to a changing room that had their clothes stored in open shelves. 
After changing, they stepped out, Mishell wore a bright orange kimono with white flowery patterns. The other two wore matching outfits of blue happis or robe like shirts with sashes, and tannish hakamas, pants-like garments. As she locked arms with Gomaku, the trio headed towards the lobby area with the front desk where an old grey stegosaurus with ebony plates donning a purple outfit and bifocals. 
“Closing time, Mishell. Going out for escorts?” said the elderly stego.
“Yup, master Sano. I’ll be back by noon tomorrow.” She said.
“Goodnight then.” 
“Goodnight!”
Then the three went out into the medieval Edo styled cobble streets that were lit up by paper lanterns and candle lit streetlights amidst the oriental architecture and anthros that crowded them.  

The End