I Deserve To Dominate

            "I don't know why this hadn't happened to me sooner. I've never enjoyed myself more. I still can't believe I was such a pushover. With this body, I will be the one controlling things from now on. I deserve to dominate."

            Before she became the leggy seductress she is now, she was, in her own words, a pushover. She credits her new "Hera Handbag" for her drastic change in both body and personality.

            This is a reasonable facsimile of what she used to look like: A bespectacled "Plain-Jane". For as long as she can remember, she was taken advantage of by peers and friends alike. It really did a number on her self-esteem. Then, one day, she quite literally stumbled onto a "Hera Handbag", with a note taped to it saying, "Take me home, please." Temptation won out and she took the handbag home with her.

            Who would leave something like this lying around?, she thought.

            As she looked inside, she discovered that it was packed with makeup and even hid a pair of stilettos. How anyone could fit a pair of heels into a handbag, she had no idea.

            Well, I wouldn't mind trying out being a blonde for a little while. Maybe I'll become more attractive to some boy.

            Going to her bathroom, she took some lipstick forced inside and applied it to her lips. Next, she noticed an armband, which appeared to be gold or close enough. But it wasn't until she put on the stilettos that the real changes began.

            "Wow." She said. "These things actually fit me. I thought with my chubby arms and tiny feet, I'd--Whoa!"

            A sudden trembling feeling cut her off.

            "O-okay. W-w-what's happening?"

            She received her answer in the form of her arms suddenly stretching out, the bones and muscles within creaking as loud as an antique door throughout. Next, her breasts, which were just short of nonexistent, began swelling in size to ample, and very noticeable proportions. Then, as her pale skin began to darken slightly, her legs started to stretch as well, feeling more like rubber than bones. As she became taller, her thighs thickened, becoming big-boned, and her hips creaked outward. Her waist, however, caved in, making the girl groan in major agony.

            *Groan*

            "H-how is this h-h-happening?!"

            She quickly covered her mouth at the sudden change of her voice. It sounded ethereal, unreal, seductive.

            "Oh my gosh. Is that...my voice? I sound kinda sexy."

            She looked on at her reflection as her hair slowly went blonde and grew down to her shrinking waist. All that remained were her facial features, which quickly reshaped themselves. When her face stopped moving around as if made of putty, an older woman was staring back at her, older and hotter. Nothing remained of the homely girl, sans her clothes, which were now ill-fitting and about to tear in some places.

            "Is this handbag magic or something? I shouldn't look like this. I should be...out making other women jealous. No. What did I say that for? I should be figuring out how that handbag...made me into a goddess. Wait. That's not what I wanted to say either. Could that handbag be changing my mind, too? If it is, then...then...I shouldn't be worrying about something so boring. I should be out buying more clothes. I clearly can't go out in this drab. There's got to be something around here that fits me."

            Since then, she has only changed back to sleep, leaving her with no memory of what she has done as this new, well-sculpted cougar. Only short visions that appear whenever she closes her eyes are her hint to what things she might have done. It seemed that this new identity and her own were distinct and separated from each other. However, that didn't stop the cougar identity from...throwing her weight around. When she went out to party, spend, do anything, she became the person in control. She took control in her relationships and as she vowed, she dominated. She did believe that she deserved to dominate.

Who I Am Now

            This is a photo of who I am now. I don't have any photos of who I used to be because... I deleted or destroyed them all. I don't want anything to remind me of how unhappy I was. Who knew a "Hera Handbag" was all I needed for a happy life? Never again will I feel unhappy... as a man.

            I found my "Hera Handbag" strangely abandoned by my car and, not wanting to be called a thief, I looked around for the owner. When that got me nowhere, I was told that if nobody around claimed it, then I could have it. If only I knew then what it was or what it was capable of. When I took it home, I curiously took a look inside and found jewelry, makeup, and other typical stuff for the woman. Without thinking, I found myself applying some of that makeup to my face. The lipstick tasted like cherry, while the blush brought out my cheekbones. Once I started putting the woman's makeup on, it was somebody else was controlling my arms. I couldn't help myself, no matter how wrong it seemed. However, it was just the beginning of my...changes.

            The next day brought some more strange occurrences related to my new handbag. Upon waking up and turning my attention to it, I found a woman's pumps inside. I don't remember seeing them inside when I found it, and they certainly couldn't magically appear in there, could they?

            "These weren't in there yesterday, but I would look so hot in these."

            I covered my mouth in shock. Did I really just say that out loud? What unearthly being made me say that? What was with this weird handbag? And...and why was I so tempted to try on these pumps? As if possessed, I slipped them on and took a good look at how they surprisingly fit my large feet.

            "Oooooohh..." I let out subconsciously.

            When I started walking around in them, it was like I was used to it, like I had walked in heels before. Walking around my room, I found myself strutting around, as if on a walkway at a fashion show. I put my hands on my hips and posed like I was in front of cameras. The realization that I was doing this never hit me for even a moment, even though I didn't have the figure for it. Something about this handbag was warping my head. Even worse, I wasn't trying to fight it.

            Some hours later, I saw some more woman's items inside the "Hera Handbag", among them was a unique-looking brassiere. Now, I had a very flabby waistline, so I didn't think it would look good on me, but the moment I connected the straps, I saw something I would only see in a cheesy sci-fi movie. I watched, halfway horrified, as globs of fat from my waist either melted or relocated to... other places. With every audible slurp, my waist became thinner and thinner, and the mounds on my chest swelled up more and more. 𝐵𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑝-𝐵𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑝, they sounded like they went. Moving my hands to my hips, I felt them moving outward. My thighs felt like balloons,  slowly inflating. By the time the noises stopped, I couldn't deny it: I had boobs, massive, honest-to-heaven, possibly DD-cup boobs. To go with them, I had an hourglass for a waist and thick thighs. They were so thick, in fact, that they were crushing my "lower jewelry". That was soon rectified when I felt something sucked inside me.

            *𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*
            "Whooooaaa! What a rush!"

            Hearing myself talk, my voice didn't sound right. It must have went up an octave or two.

            "Wait. What's happening to my voice? What is happening to me?! A mirror. I need a mirror!"

            As my hands moved to my throat, I could feel my Adam's Apple shrinking. In my panic, my voice must have risen a few more octaves. I rushed to the bathroom and got another shock. Staring in the mirror, I watched my cut hair grow supernaturally fast. It became longer with every second, not stopping until it reached my waist.

            "Oh my GOD! I totally look like a girl!"

            My voice was now completely feminine and unmistakably a woman's. Then I remembered the pumps, and looking down, past my breasts, I saw my large feet slowly shrinking in area, until they, too, were unmistakably a woman's. My hands shrank in size as the fingernails lengthened. In seconds, there was no longer anything masculine in my appearance.

            "This is so not good." I said, cupping my mammoth breasts. "And why can't I control myself? I shouldn't be totally enjoying this. I should be out showing off. Wait. That's not what I wanted to say."

            It was by now that the effects of the "Hera Handbag" started affecting my mind.

           "I need to take this stuff off so I  can buy some more fashionable clothes. I can't be seen in that...that man's drab. Wait. Something's wrong here. It's like someone else is--in need of a new life and needs to stop fighting this."

            What was left of me was still trying to fight the mental changes brought on by the items from the handbag. It seemed to be a losing battle because every second that passed, my own thoughts were being replaced by thoughts of shopping sprees, money, showing off my body, and sex. I fell to my knees with my head in my hands, but it was no use. A new persona was taking control of me...by force. The person that eventually stood back up was not me; That is, she didn't think she was my previous male self anymore. This person was a new identity, and she--I wanted--no, needed--to make that clear to the world. I was not that flabby waste of a man anymore. I was fit, seductive, and just plain hot. Yes, this is who I am now.

It All Started With That Purse

             See that little purse she's holding? That is what turned her into this seemingly innocent babe. To the outside world, she was a debutante, a spendthrift, and just plain sexy. Behind closed doors, however, she was a totally different person: dominating, vicious, and ghastly in personality. It didn't matter if you were male or female, if you crossed her, you paid for it in spades. People who knew her were clueless as to her sudden change in character, but they all agreed on the same thing: It all started when she started carrying around that "Pandora Purse".

            This is a reasonable facsimile of what she used to look like: "Plain-Jane" look, a body not worth writing about, mousy hair. She preferred not to be the center of attention. However, that didn't mean that attention couldn't be thrust upon her. She found that little white purse seemingly abandoned on a bench while at her favorite hangout at a local mall.

             I could a purse of my own, she thought. Finders keepers, after all.

             So without a second thought, she went and snatched it, all the while making sure she wasn't caught. Later, while being driven home, she peeked inside and saw a pair of stilettos and some make-up.

            Who would stuff high heels into a purse? 

             When she reached her bedroom, she finally took the stilettos out and, without hesitation, tried them on. They fit, but unbeknownst to her, they weren't ordinary stilettos. She was about to discover that these heels were bespelled, as they change her in body and mind. First, there was a very loud groan from her stomach. She clutched it immediately as it began to reshape itself.

             Ugghh! 

             She moaned as her stomach actually lengthened a little and became quite toned. Then, as she turned to her sides, her legs slowly elongated, creaking like a decrepit door in an old house as they became longer and sexier. Her thighs and calves had stretched out, giving the transforming woman the legs of a supermodel just short of six feet tall. The small mounds on her chest ballooned to the size of melons as she suddenly gained a full-body tan. The last of her changes came in the form of her face moving around like it was putty. At last, as quickly as it began, it was over, and a totally different woman was lying in the bed of the girl that was there just moments ago. Her eyes still squeezed shut, her face kept twitching as a second personality was fighting its way to the surface...and winning.

             Walking to the bedroom mirror, the transformed beauty admired herself for some time. Afterwards, it finally dawned on her that the stilettos had given her this form, only it wasn't exactly her, but rather, a statuesque stunner, an irresistible eye-cather, an "Alpha". Ever since then, she's been mesmerizing men at every turn, making them spend only on her and her narcissistic desires. When in private, she was even worse, treating her men more like dogs than dates. She wanted everything her way, literally everything. They didn't dare cross her, lest they suffer in more ways than one. She had become a monster with hot legs, and it all started with that purse.

The Purse is Staying

            How did a man end up with a "Pandora Purse"? Who knows. But he knew that he would never let himself be seen with a purse on his person. He planned to give it away to some woman who needed it. However, the purse itself had other plans. It was staying with the man; He just didn't know it yet.

            Just as he prepared to take it to a donation store, it popped open on him, unleashing a strange pink cloud of dust in his face. Once he breathed it in, he sealed his fate. That was no ordinary dust cloud; It was a unique dust cloud only seen in "Pandora Purses". It's an absolute mystery how they're formed or how they get in the purses. One thing is certain: Whoever breathes it in becomes feminine in body, if they're not already. This poor man would immediately share that fate.

            He coughed and wheezed, but he couldn't hack up that dust from inside his throat. Just seconds later, he was on his carpet floor, holding his sides in agonizing pain. As if pushed, they caved inward, making very loud cracks.

*𝐶𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑘* *𝐶𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑘*

            All he could do was groan as the supernatural changes to his body continued. He screamed out as he felt his hips moving in the opposite direction, flaring out to wide, childbearing proportions. He watched in total horror as the bones, muscle, and sinew in his legs slowly lengthened, before thinning as well. Fat shifted from his potbelly stomach to his derriere and chest area, giving him the sight of ample breasts and a mesmerizing tush.

*𝘚𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘳𝘳𝘱* *𝘚𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘳𝘳𝘱* *𝘚𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘳𝘳𝘱* *𝘚𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘳𝘳𝘱*

            As his head of hair grew down his back, his facial features became feminine: Ample cheekbones, longer eyelashes, smaller nose and jaw, puffier lips. The last changes came as the thing that made him a man slowly shaink into oblivion, finally making he a she. The physical changes stopped, but the transformation wasn't completely over. She held her head as a sudden migraine struck. In actuality, another persona, much unlike her own, began to take hold of her mind. This identity would be much more accepting of her new "Pandora Purse".