Shoes were everywhere. Flats, stilettos, "Mary Janes", sneakers, cowboy boots, et cetera. The teenage loner, who awakened to find himself in the middle of the gigantic library of shoes, was afraid. It was an emotion that he didn't feel in a long time. He didn't know where he was or how he got there. Everywhere he turned, there were shoes, and it left him panicked.
"Don't be afraid, child. No harm will come to you." Came a voice from nowhere.
"What the--?!"
Ironically, the voice only frightened him more. The voice was ethereal, feminine, and seemingly seductive.
"Who said that?!" Went the trembling teen.
"Who I am is irrelevant." Came the response. "More importantly, who would you like to be?"
"Who would I like to be?"
"Yes. You seem unhappy in your current life. You were transported here for a purpose: To live a happier life."
"Happier life? How can I be sure you're for real? How do I know I'm not being--"
"I can assure you, you are not being misled or tricked in any way. Take a look at all the footwear before you."
The lad looked around and saw shoes for men and women alike. There were shoes for people with large feet and those with dainty feet. He was at a loss for words at how the library was packed with shoes. One pair, however, immediately got his attention. It was a small pair of black stilettos with straps. They seemed to be calling to the teen, but before he touched them, the seductive voice rang out again.
"Choose carefully, child." It spoke. "Once you remove a pair from its place, your fate will be sealed."
The boy, however, was too mesmerized to listen, and as he took the stilettos out of their cubby, the voice spoke again.
"You seem to have made your decision. Enjoy your new life, and may you be happier than you were before."
Why can't I stop staring at these heels?, he thought. What's wrong with me?
Just then, everything started glowing, snapping him out of his daze. By then, though, it was too late. When the bright light faded, he was inside a rather expensive car, sitting in the front seat on the passenger side. He appeared to be okay, but when he looked down, he found he was wearing the stilettos, much to his horror. Even stranger, they fit his large feet perfectly.
"What the--hurggh!"
Before he could react, he bent over in pain. His stomach was suddenly in knots, as two mounds began to form. In seconds, he had breasts of ample size on his chest. His hair then grew supernaturally fast, stopping just past his shoulders while turning blonde as well. The agony was too much as his midriff started melting to reveal a four-pack while his arms and shoulders started shrinking. His legs creaked loudly as they lengthened, gaining the appearance of a model's legs.
"What are...these things doing...to me?"
His voice changed midway through, rising several octaves as his Adam's apple shrinks into oblivion. Some other things shrank into oblivion as they reformed into a woman's "machinery". Lastly, while his face turned into putty, his feet shrank to a woman's size, more fitting for the strapping heels. The teenager who sat there just moments ago was replaced with a mesmerizing babe with eye-catching legs. However, it wasn't over. The former boy held her head as a sudden migraine attacked her head. Memories of troubled adolescence were quickly replaced with memories of shopping and lovemaking. The migraine passed as quickly as it happened, leaving the hottie feeling dazed and confused.
"Whoa. What...happened?" Her voice was just as seductive as her long legs. She then looked out the window to see that she was at a local party. As if she had no memory of who she was just minutes before, she got out, purse in hand, ready to join the festivities. With enough luck, she could become some guy's... trophy girlfriend.
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