The Shoe-niverse: From Tank To Skank

 

          "Hello?" Came a young man's voice. "Anybody here?"

             He got no response. He had woken up in the middle of a giant library of shoes, with no idea how he ended up here. The young man, who was of college age and had the body of a tank, was afraid to do or touch anything for fear of destroying something or triggering something like in an "Indiana Jones" movie.

             I don't think there's anybody here but me, he thought. What is this place, and what's with all the shoes?

             "You needn't be afraid, young one." Came a woman's voice from nowhere.

             Startled, the lad did a 360° in search of the woman he heard. Again, he found nothing.

             "You will not see me, but I am here, to guide you. I am the keeper of these hallowed halls, and if you want to return to where you came from, you must make a choice."

             "You mean I have to pick out one of these shoes?"

             "That is correct. Do not be afraid to touch one, but know this: Once you have taken a pair off the shelf, the decision is final. Choose wisely."

            With that, the voice went silent. The lad had to be careful. If the voice was serious, then if he touched the wrong pair of shoes, then he would be stuck with them, no matter what, so he had to be extra careful. He wandered around the library aimlessly for some time, until he stopped at a pair of high heels. For some reason, he couldn't take his eyes off of them.

            I know a few girls who would like these, he thought. Maybe I could use them for a birthday present.

            Without a second thought, he took the heels out of the cubby. Suddenly, the ethereal voice from nowhere spoke to him again.

            "Thank you for making your decision. Enjoy your new life."

            "Wait, what?"

            Before he could ask what she meant, there was a blinding flash of light. He couldn't see even his hands before him. All of a sudden, as soon as it happened, the light was gone. However, he was not back home. He appeared to be at a seemingly expensive vacation home. Something was horribly wrong. He had expected to be back in his home, not at somebody else's, but unbeknownst to him, his troubles would only multiply. Had he bothered to look down, he would have seen that he was now wearing the high heels he picked out from that massive library.

            "This--this is all wrong," he said to himself. "What's--Umph!"

            This new location was only the beginning of his changes. The voice from the library spoke about a "new life" just before he landed here. It seemed that he was about to transform into something that fit that "new life". Clutching his stomach, he fell onto some grass, groaning in pain. On his back, he writhed around as two small mountains formed on his bare chest. He groaned as they slowly swelled until massive size. Flipping over and getting to his knees, he found his hair, which was black and cut short, growing supernaturally fast past his waist as it became bleached blonde from the roots. His fingernails, which were cut down to the nub, lengthened before his eyes, becoming like talons. Skin bubbled around his wide stomach area as it began to melt. With every couple of seconds, a slurp was heard, ensuring that the gobs of fat that encased his stomach were disappearing into nothingness.

            "What are--aaugh--th-these shoes d-doing to me?" He asked, his voice rising an octave with every word. "Some-somebody h-help mmmmeeee!"

            His calls went unanswered as his transformation neared an end. What remained of his maleness were slowly shrinking below inside him and reshaping into a woman's parts. His--by now, her face--became like clay as her nose shrank, eyebrows shifted, lips swelled, and jaw receded. At last, the young man in woman's heels was completely gone, and a very buxom seductress was in his place. Before the transformed victim could react to her new body, she blacked out.

            This is a photo of what the transformed victim looks like now. No longer built like a tank, she has the body of an adult film actress and flaunts it with every chance she gets. As a result of this, she has snagged countless men with large bank accounts. However, that isn't enough to her. She wants material items to go with all that money. Labeled a "gold-digging skank" by other women, she has been living a life of luxury ever since the transformation from a rotund college student. Reality has also been changed so that said student no longer exists, and it looks like she wants to keep it that way.