Dream a Little ShapeShifter II

            Remember the story about what happened to a young man that subconsciously triggered ShapeShifter in his sleep? Well, this incident was not a lone event, a one-time thing, so to speak. It happened again elsewhere to another person. They got careless, fell asleep, had a vivid dream involving lust and sex, and triggered the ShapeShifter. When they woke up, this is what they looked like.

            The plain-looking woman, who will stay anonymous, had smuggled the transformation drug into a hotel she had checked into. She had a room all to herself because she didn't want anyone close to her knowing of her dirty secret. Now, she was ridiculously conservative, making sure to never show any skin when on business. However, that didn't mean that she didn't have her deep-seated fantasies. Sometimes, she would lie awake at night, unable to sleep because she couldn't help but dream of having the body of a supermodel. It got so bad, that every time she closed her eyes, all she saw were women in swimsuits with large-breasted bodies shaped like an hourglass. She needed relief before her own body gave up on her. In her frazzled mind, the only way was with ShapeShifter.

            "Just one time." She says to herself. "One time, and then, get rid of the stuff."

            That night, she quickly swallowed a pill. It was done, and all she had to do now was picture the kind of body she desired. However, no matter how hard she tried, no change to her body occurred. She couldn't understand it. She was certain she ingested the drug correctly. Alas, after some time had passed, nothing had happened. Eventually, she had given up. Defeated, she collapsed onto her hotel bed. Maybe therapy isn't such a bad idea after all, she thought.

            Eventually, the businesswoman fell asleep, the TV in her room still on. As she slept, however, the ShapeShifter finally reacted. It wasn't the way she planned it, but as her recurring dream took place, the unpredictable drug started to affect her small figure. Fortunately, she was in such a deep sleep that she didn't feel any pain. The skin on her arms started bubbling. Then, her short legs started to stretch and lengthen, making soft creaking sounds as they headed for the floor. Her thighs and calves were getting longer with every passing second. As that happened, her bob started to grow out, not stopping until reaching the small of her back. Her breasts ballooned in size to DD-cup size, popping some buttons on her blouse in the process. Her buttocks inflated, becoming as ample as her new mounds. The last of her changes came as her pale skin quickly tanned all over.

            As the next morning came, she felt off. She awakened to find long hairs in her face. She had slept on her sides, so she thought that was normal, but then, she looked down at her new, enlarged mounds. That would wake her up.

            "What on Earth?" She said, loudly. Her voice had changed as well, becoming more seductive. "My voice!"

            At the sound of her new voice, she jolted out of bed and rushed to the bathroom, not realizing she was taller. She was unprepared for what she would see in the mirror: A well-endowed, long-legged, statuesque drink of water. She stood like a statue, staring at her reflection and admiring her new figure. It never occurred to her that the ShapeShifter she had taken the night before had done its work. She was too lost in her new appearance to realize it. Subconsciously, her hands went to her massive breasts, fondling them. She smiled, seemingly forgetting the events of last night.

            "I look--look--like I could use a man by my side." As she spoke that last sentence, the ShapeShifter pill pulled one last move: Distorting her mind, creating a second personality. This persona was not as stuffy, nor as straight-laced. She was much more of a free spirit, man-crazy, sex-crazy, and reckless. That poor woman never realized the potency of ShapeShifter, and as a result, she must now face the consequences, in the form of a malevolent man-chaser.  

The Shoe-niverse: Golden

            See those golden shoes she's wearing? Before she first put those on, she looked nothing like this long-legged wonder. She was under five feet in height, wore thick-rimmed glasses, had frizzy, crimson red hair, a freckled face, and knobby knees. No boy would go near her and the popular girls looked down on her, insulting her with every opportunity possible. She didn't like being photographed because she was painfully self-conscious. That is why it's impossible to believe that this thing of beauty and that homely girl are one and the same. Well, those are not ordinary pumps. She found those heels in what we call "The Shoe-niverse". 

            The homely girl had woken up in a gigantic library, but it was no ordinary library. There were no books in it, only shoes.

            High heels, stilettos, flats, ballet slippers, you name it, they were there in little cubby holes. There were knee-high boots, thigh-high boots, combat boots, cowboy and cowgirl boots, and platform boots. Shoes of all sorts filled the room, and the girl was at a loss for words. All she could do was look around in absolute awe of the place.

            "Welcome, child." Came a woman's sultry voice from nowhere.

           "Who said that?" The girl, terribly shaken, squealed.

            "Do not fear." Went the voice. "You will not be harmed. I only wish to help you."

            "Help me how?" The girl asked in fear.

            "Do you wish to be more attractive? More popular?"

            "Well, I would like to be taller." The girl answered.

            "Then follow my voice." Went the voice. "I will guide you,"

            The girl, despite her misgivings, did as she was told and walked in the direction of the voice seemingly from nowhere. She walked in the directions the voice gave her, repeating every moment, "You need not hesitate. You will be okay." Eventually, the voice led the girl to a pair of golden pumps.

             "These heels will give you what you desire: A better body. You will have the height to intimidate your rivals and, at the same time, mesmerize men. Your face will be flawless. Your body will be irresistible to many. You will undoubtedly be the center of attention after you have worn these heels for the first time."

             "I don't know." The girl was understandably hesitant.

              "I assure you that no harm will come to you." The soothing woman's voice responded.

              Ironically, that sultry, ethereal voice did nothing to ease the girl's fears. Nevertheless, she had no other reasonable options, and she didn't dare upset what she thought was an omnipresent figure, so she slipped her feet into the golden heels. After a few minutes of silence and no results, the voice spoke again.

            "Do not despair, dear child. You will have your reward in due time. I guarantee that you shall not be disappointed."

            With those last words, the library was instantly clouded in a blinding light. The girl stood helpless and screamed in fear. Suddenly, as soon as it happened, the blinding light was gone and the homely girl was back in her bedroom, still in her pajamas and still wearing those golden heels. Part of her wanted to believe that it was all a dream, but then, she looked down at the heels, which convinced her otherwise. Little did she know, however, that things would only get stranger still.

            The moment she took her first step in those heels, she felt an uncomfortable tingling all over. She couldn't stop trembling as she began to panic. Suddenly, her "tree stump" legs began making a creaking sound.

*𝐶𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑒𝑒𝑒𝑒𝑒𝑎𝑎𝑎𝑎𝑘*

            "Ahhhh! My legs!" She squealed. "What's happening to my legs?"

            Slowly, the muscles in her calves and thighs lengthened to supermodel proportions. They seemed to be four feet in length. No way these are my legs, she thought. While she kept feeling her new, longer legs, she felt her thighs thicken, becoming bigger in area. Then, her frizzy red hair straightened before growing down her back and covering her face, all while turning blonde from the root. Her unimpressive bosom, which was A-cup size, then began to swell up. With every passing second, they became bigger and bigger, stretching out her shirt until they stopped at DD-cup size. Frightened out of her mind, all the transforming girl could say was, "What's going on?" She rushed for her bathroom, being careful not to stumble or trip over her new stalks. As she reached the mirror, she watched as her freckles disappeared, one by one. The last of her changes came in the form of her face and head painfully reshaping. Her jaw cracked, her forehead bulged, and her lips swelled. At last, the pain was gone and it seemed that the changes were over.

            "What just happened?" Even her voice was not her own anymore. "My--my voice!"

            Her voice had become foreign, alien, alluring, husky, hypnotizing. It was the kind of voice that would make men feel like gelatin below their waist. She was still taking it in when she remembered the golden heels she still had on. They had to have been responsible for her sudden metamorphosis.

            "What did these shoes do to me?" She asked herself, looking down at her feet. "I look like I walked out of a magazine. It this what I really asked for? Is this what guys like in a woman? And why do I feel so...so...sexy?"

            The mental changes were starting. It wouldn't be long before her self-consciousness turned into full-blown narcissism. It would start with selfies every hour of every day. Then, it would turn into other people taking photos of her. Only when she had to sleep is when she would take them off, not even when she was... having at it in a bedroom, so to speak. The golden heels she picked out from "The Shoe-niverse" had changed her, although not necessarily for the better.