The Shoe-niverse: Mommy Becomes Mistress

              The scene: A mysterious library filled from top to bottom with shoes. The only person there: An exasperated mother of two rebellious teenagers. She remembers going to sleep in her own bed, so she was naturally horrified when she awakened somewhere else. Where she woke up, there were shoes all over the place. There were stilettos, pumps, flats, mary janes, shoes of all sorts and sizes. Shoes for women with dainty feet and those for women who have huge feet. However, the mother who was all alone there was paralyzed in fear, unable to make any sense or rational thought of what was happening to her.

              Suddenly, a calming, albeit ethereal voice spoke from nowhere.

              "Do not be alarmed. You will not be harmed here."

              "Who was that?"

              "Who I am does not matter. But who do you want to be?"

              "Well. I don't know if I should tell you if I can't see you."

              "Nothing you say will leave these hallowed halls. You may answer my question."

              "I...would like to be more assertive. I want my children to respect me. I want nobody to challenge me ever again. I want to be dominant, I want to be the only one in charge, of my home, of my family, of everything! I want to be power personified."

              The distraught mother found herself spilling her guts to a voice from nowhere. She didn't want to but once she started, it was like she lost all self-control. Her emotional well-being was so bad, she had become so vulnerable, that she would open up to anyone with a kind heart and open ear. In this case, it happened to be an unknown entity. Eventually, the voice spoke to stop the woman from going any further.

              "You have made your point quite well." It said. "You wish to regain the status quo in your abode, to regain emotional and mental security, and to be dominant in your familial relationships. I respect your wishes. Follow my voice down these halls. I will guide you to what you need."

              She did as she was told and followed the voice down a hallway. Wearing only her nightgown, her feet felt the frigid floor beneath her. She felt a breeze as she kept on walking until the voice said, "Stop here. Look to your left. That pair of heels there."

              The voice continued, "Here are the shoes that will help you regain stability in your life. Do not let their appearance mislead you. They are quite potent."

              "But--How do I know I can trust you?"

              "Many before you have asked that question. I assure you that I have your best interests at heart. Take those stilettos, put them on, and you will have the power you deeply desire."

              Reluctantly, she did as she was told and took the heels off their post. She found a nearby seat and tried them on. After a few minutes of waiting, the mother became disheartened. The voice, however, said, "Change will come when the time is right. Only then will you have the power you desire. You will not be disappointed for long."

              Suddenly, the huge library was filled with bright light, blinding the woman. Then, as fast as it appeared, the blinding light was gone, and the mother was back in her home, her living room, to be more precise. She didn't know whether to be relieved or remain worried. However, she then noticed that she was still wearing those stilettos. The words of the voice from the library still echoed in her head.

              "Change will come when the time is right."

              Looking at a nearby clock, she saw that it was close to 3:30 pm, around the time her teenage children came home from high school. They would be home at any minute. But just as she got up to get dressed, she was overcome by a trembling feeling in her legs. Looking down, she watched in shock as her waifish legs suddenly thickened in several places, especially her thighs which simply ballooned in size. The impromptu change left her speechless, but they were just starting.

              Her mousy brown hair grew like a weed down her back, before straightening and turning blonde while staying dark at the root. Next, her breasts, which were rather small, immediately ballooned to ample, D-cup size. Her waist then caved in, making a very loud crunch, while her hips flared out at the same time. What came next left her awestruck. Her arms, from out of nowhere, gained a tan that spread to her whole body.

              The last of her changes were not physical but mental. Thoughts and visions of her crushing her husband and son's "machinery" and whipping her daughter in several places ran rampant through her head. The sight of her treating her own flesh and blood so sadistically actually gave her joy. She couldn't help but crack a smile as she imagined her new heels crushing her son's "nutshell", simply for talking back to her. This wasn't her, but she was too lost in euphoric bliss to care. This was what the voice must have been talking about when it said that change would come when the time was right. To her unexpected delight, she found herself enjoying these changes. She even heard herself giggling with warped, malevolent glee. Her children would receive a scary surprise when they walked through their front door.

              As the door opened, they found their mother in sexy lingerie, one sharp heel on their coffee table and waiting to strike like a lion hungry for fresh prey. Things were, indeed, going to be much better for this mother-turned-mistress.

              "Hello, children, or should I say, pets. Welcome home to your new Mistress."

He Was Warned

            He was warned that it was cursed, that whoever should look into it for too long would be dooming themselves to a life of narcissism. Alas, Thad was just one more disbeliever. He thought the elderly woman who warned him was full of baloney.

               Curses aren't real, he thought.

               If only he knew how wrong he was. Once he was home, he and a friend carefully carried the full length mirror to his mother's bedroom. It would only be temporary, until more room was made in their attic. However, Thad caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and paused in his place. He thought he spotted something wrong with his face. Unbeknownst to him, it was only the mirror playing tricks on him, and the curse taking hold.

              "How long have my cheekbones looked like this?" He asked himself, quietly.

              When he looked in the mirror, his cheekbones appeared to be fuller. It also seemed that his lips were slightly swollen. These thoughts haunted him as he walked away from the mirror. He had no idea that the curse was already changing him in mind and body.

              Later that night, before going to bed, Thad found himself returning to the mirror to see if his lips returned to normal size. Instead, he was greeted with the sight of his lips even more swollen, his eyelashes being thicker, and his eyebrows appearing slightly arched in the middle. His facial hair also appeared to be receding, and he hasn't touched his razor in weeks. Now, he was starting to panic. He quietly took the mirror to his room across the hall. Something was most definitely wrong with him.

              The next time he looked in the mirror would hammer home his fears and the words of that aged woman who tried to warn him. It was the very next day. He was lying in bed when he felt something off. Putting a hand to his head, he felt his hair. It had grown supernaturally fast overnight, stopping at his shoulders. The look of horror on his face spoke volumes. His random changes were only getting worse. Yet, it still didn't hit him that they were tied to that full length mirror.

              A pair of scissors later, he got his hair back to the way it was the day before. It would not do him any good, for just mere minutes later, as he was getting his breakfast, his hair started growing again. This time, however, it grew past his shoulders and covered his ears. His remedy only made it worse.

              Why is this happening to me?, he thought. And do my hands look smaller?

              Upon inspection of his hands, they did appear smaller than he remembered. One could say they were daintier. The hairs on the back of his hands were also gone. Looking at his nails, he thought, And why can't I stop staring at my nails? I never realized how ugly they were. Maybe I should get them manicured or...

              He finally came out of his train of thought.

              "Whoa. Now my mind's all messed up, too."

              Several thoughts ran through his mind. There's no way that what just happened with his hair was normal. What was causing these changes? How was he going to hide them from his family and friends? And why was he just thinking about getting a manicure? He was only sure that this wasn't until he got that mirror.

              Whoever should look into this mirror for too long shall doom themselves to a life of narcissism.

              The old woman's words still haunted him as the changes quietly continued. Throughout the week, his head of hair kept growing at a supernaturally fast pace, his jawline reformed, his manhood slowly shrank and reformed into a woman's "mechanism". He kept trying to hide or explain away his changing body, but he couldn't lie to himself anymore: The mirror was connected to his transformation. Yet no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't help but look at his changing body. Making matters worse, his mind kept wandering to thoughts of almost all things girly or feminine.

              What is this mirror doing to me?, he thought, although given his appearance, he looked more and more like a she. With every hour, it feels like I'm losing more of myself to someone else, someone who is changing me into a girl. It's getting harder to hide all this hair, and I can't hide these boobs anymore. They've become too big to tape up. Why do I even bother taping them up? They deserve to be free for every guy with a big rod to see and...

              It happened again. His thoughts stopped being his and became someone else's, a woman's. That, too, was getting harder to control. It wouldn't be much longer before he was completely female in body and mind. One might come before the other, though.

              Aarghh! Stop it! I can fight this. I am still a dude. I can undo this. I can stop fighting the changes and learn to accept my new life. NO! I won't do it! No matter how much I want to brush my long, luxurious hair, letting it grow all the way down to my beautiful, swelling booty. Aaghh! I think she's finally taking complete control of me.

              As he fought over the mental changes, the last of the physical ones began. His breasts and rump swelled to greater size, his waist continued caving in to hourglass proportions, and what was left of his manhood finally receded inside of him, officially making him a her. In addition, her Adam's apple also receded into nothingness, giving her a woman's voice.

              I'm really a girl. This mirror really turned me into a girl! And I would become so hot. This body deserves to be ogled over. No! I should be returning this mirror for doing this to me. I can't let that happen, hon. Maybe you don't want this mirror anymore, but *I* want it, and it looks like you won't be using it anymore. You were warned, you know. I guess curses ARE real, aren't they?

              Some time later...

A Better Person

            I was regretting taking that experimental pill. But, at the same time, I hate my body. When I look in a mirror, I feel like I'm looking at a walrus.

            As fate would have it, I would have a scientist for a next-door neighbor. He was eccentric, but he meant well. A lot of his experiments usually blew up in his face. This time, however, he seemed certain that he wouldn't miss. He said he had developed an experimental pill that would improve my body and, in the process, my self-esteem.

            "You can finally be happy with your body." He told me. "You'll be more noticeable, more attractive, more mesmerizing. A better person."

            Those last words still echoed in my head. A better person...

            It had been a few minutes now since I took that pill and yet, nothing happened. I thought it was another failure when suddenly...

            *Growl*

            "Whoa."

            I felt my stomach churning. Then came some pain as I bent over. Something was happening after all. The growling was soft at first, but then, it growled a second time, and it was much louder. Rushing to a mirror, I had to see what was happening. The moment I reached it, I think, everything started to change. As I lifted up my shirt, I saw something that I'd only see in a cheesy mad scientist movie.

            What looked like bubbles were moving around underneath the skin of my stomach. Then, my stomach fat began disappearing. With every second, more globs melted away into oblivion, making an eerie 𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝 sound. The fat in my thighs also melted away. As I looked on mortified, my body kept shrinking, losing weight. It was a nightmare straight from "The Nutty Professor". All the while, my stomach was still in knots.

            *Groan*

            "What... did that... pill do to me?"

            What seemed like the last of my changes finally came as my whole body tanned and my brown hair suddenly went blonde. At last, the pain was gone. I could stand up straight again. However, my body was totally alien. Turning to my oven so I could see my reflection, I saw an absolute stranger looking back at me: Blonde, well-sculpted, leggy, hot. That kooky pill had worked! To my surprise, I really was... a better person.

            I had to thank my neighbor. He was responsible for my new, attractive body. Maybe I could give him a blowjob. Wait, why did I think that? I hardly know him. Why would I want to do that? He...deserves to be ridden like a horse.

            These can't be my thoughts. They're too R-rated, too filthy, too...hot for you to handle? Well, I guess if you can't handle it, then that's not my problem. As for your neighbor, I'll be sure to thank him for the both of us. After all, he did make me--sorry, us--a better person.

Parasite At Midnight

            You likely wouldn't believe it, but this babe is somebody's alter ego. That somebody has "Cinderella Syndrome", where the victim transforms in body and mind against their will at precisely midnight. The person in this case is really just a white-collar, working man struggling to make ends meet.

            This is a reasonable facsimile of him. He wasn't considered attractive either, which didn't help. It seemed like he was at a dead-end, regarding his social life as well. It wasn't until his first transformation into her that changed everything for him, although not for the better. He never saw it coming and even to this day, he doesn't understand it. He only understands one thing: That his transformations always start at midnight.

            He had fallen asleep watching a late night talk show when it happened for the first time. The clock on his oven said 12:00 midnight. The pain came at him instantly, like he was hit with a cement block. His glasses flew off as he writhed around on the floor. Meanwhile, two tents slowly grew underneath his shirt. In seconds, they blew up as if balloons into ample-sized breasts, lifting up his shirt and exposing his gut. His eyes shut from the agonizing pain, he hadn't noticed yet that his dark hair was growing supernaturally fast down his back, stopping at his new breasts. After that, his hair quickly went blonde, starting at the roots. The bones in his hips shifted outward while his stomach slowly began to shrink. Muscle and fat shifted around by itself as his face started to warp. His legs creaked as loud as any attic door would as they gradually became longer and quite sexy. As he reached for his face, his hands shrank slightly while his fingernails suddenly lengthened, gaining the appearance of talons, albeit unmanicured. His "lower jewellery" shrank within his insides and reform into a woman's ovaries. The transformation finally stopped as his--rather, her face--returned to normal.

            A leggy, statuesque stunner now lay on the floor where a bespectacled young man was moments earlier, wearing ill-fitting clothes that looked ridiculous on her eye-catching body. She rose up, stars in her eyes as she gathered her bearings. Stumbling to the closest thing she could find that gave a reflection, the woman saw herself, and as the stars and numbness went away, she found herself liking what she saw, sans the clothing she was currently wearing. Her face was flawless: Puffy, kissable lips, full cheeks, long eyelashes, et cetera.

            "I...look good." She said to herself, a seductive, slightly husky, sound to her voice.

            Thus began the start of a new life for one, and a changed one for the other. He has struggled to find work to satisfy the ridiculously expensive tastes of his "dark side". In addition, he has had to adjust his schedule constantly so that he could be home before midnight. Not to mention, he has found himself "waking up" either in bedrooms with various men or in clubs, wearing torn and tattered dresses that could have ripped completely if he moved the wrong way, leaving him stark naked in public. Nobody could know about his curse, lest he be poked, prodded, or placed in a straitjacket, if not all three. He was living an unfortunate lifestyle, but he didn't ask to transform into a mesmerizing parasite at midnight.