Not a Soda

            "Hey. Where did you get these sodas? They taste soooo good."

               This was really bad. My roommate, who was anything but bright, had mistaken one of my experiments for a soda. In reality, it was a homemade serum that, if successful, could change one's 23rd chromosome, from Y to X or vice versa. If not successful, then for all I knew, I may be making a new kind of poison. Using chemicals from the lab I worked in, some tubes and the wonders of chemistry, I somehow managed to make what appeared to be soda. Well, it has been said appearances can be deceiving.

               I didn't dare use a human subject, so I would've used an actual guinea pig, or maybe a rabbit. With nowhere else to put them, I ended up putting them in our miniature freezer for safekeeping. It was an unfortunate downside to living an apartment since housing prices are ridiculous. Unfortunately, my hapless roomie must have stumbled onto the cans I placed my serum in. I would have been mortified...if my experiment wasn't technically a success.

              "How did this happen to you?" I asked, faking horror.

               "I don't know." He-- She, I guess I should say--sounded so ditzy now. "I found this in the back of the 'freezy-thingy', and I was, like, soooo thirsty."

               I didn't dare tell him--her, I'll have to learn to get used to this--about my experimental serum, not that she could understand anything intellectual anymore, least of all, from me.

              "Listen. That is not a soda. What you drank was something I worked on, an experiment. You understand?"

             "Uhh, I think so." She sounded like one of those big-breasted airheads on those old sitcoms we would watch when we got bored.

             "Okay. Do you remember what happened when you first drank this stuff?"

             "Umm..." She closed her eyes, trying to remember the events. She appeared to be struggling.

             "I think... it started when I felt tingly all over. My hands started, like, shaking and I couldn't, like, make them stop. Then, the strangest thing happened to me: My fingernails just started growing. They got, like, sooo long."

             Looking at her fingernails, sure enough, they were long and unmanicured, as if they were a bird's talons.

              "I should have been, like, freaked." She continued. "But I thought they were, like, just so pretty."

              She then spoke of the hair on her arms and how, in her words, "icky her hairy arms looked on her". As if on cue, they started either falling off of her or receded into her skin, she claims, though not in those words, of course.

              "Then, the tingling moved to my p--my p--my thingy down there." She gestured to her private area. I could tell that was what she meant. "I could see my thingy shrinking from inside my jeans. I even heard, like, a slurping sound."

              As she spoke, I could hear traces of her original self, as a male, but it seemed like a second personality, completely unlike the other, was fighting them, trying to take control.

              "Suddenly, my hair just rained down my head. It totally covered my face. It grew and grew and grew, and I totally feel like Rapunzel now with this hair."

              Her hair seemingly appeared to go down to her derriere.

              "Then, my chest started tingling." I think I knew where she was going next. "And I say to myself, 'Oh my God, I'm totes growing boobs.' First, one blew up and then, the other. They felt like water balloons."

               It was here that she cupped them. "They still feel like water balloons." She giggled as she pushed them up over and over. I won't lie, it was mesmerizing, and upon a close look, they did look like water balloons. They had to be D-cup, if not DD-cup. I knew it was rude and that this was my roommate, yet I couldn't help myself. Once I finally snapped out of it, I asked, "What happened next?"

             "Huh?" Apparently, I snapped her out of her own daze. 

             "I said, what happened next? Didn't you feel any pain at all?"

             "Oh yeah. I felt some pain in my stom--stom--like, my belly. It felt like those things you get when you swim after eating. What are those things called?"

             "Cramps." I answered.

             "Yeah, those things. I think your soda messed up my belly."

             "How?"

             "When I pulled up my shirt, I saw some weird things moving around, like little bubbles."

             "Little bubbles, you say?" She must have seen globules of fat either moving around or melting from within her stomach.

             "Yeah, and I saw my belly shrink, too." My roommate was rather heavyset, so it wasn't hard to imagine such a huge gut melting in size. "Some little bubbles were on my legs, too."

             When she said that, I pictured her thighs becoming thicker and more shapely.

             "The tingling stopped after a while," She continued. "and I went to a mirror to see what I looked like."

             "Were you horrified by your changed appearance?" I asked foolishly.

             "I was so ready to freak, but when I, like, touched myself down there, it felt soooo good. I couldn't stop myself. Before I knew it, I had--that thing that makes you feel really good after, like, making out with a boy."

              I could guess what word she had in mind. I couldn't help but be awestruck with my work and what it had done to my roommate. Unfortunately, I had no idea how long the effects would last, or if they would wear off at all. How would I explain this to his relatives? Could I be arrested for this? What could I do to salvage the situation? Making matters worse, I didn't know if it was still my roomie talking to me or a new identity.

             "I got sooo horny and...Uh-oh. I think--*pant*--I'm getting--*pant*--that feeling again."

             Her panting became faster and more erratic. She appeared to be either having hot flashes or she was slowly getting horny again. Could this be a side effect of the serum? Was the split personality I feared I created finally taking over? Either way, I was about to get an answer.

             "Neeeed...cooooock!"

A Failed Thief

            There are professional thieves, and then there are those who clearly don't know what they are doing. One in particular was, by all accounts, the former. He was after this famous stone known as the "Pink Tourmaline Heart". To sell this stone on the black market would net some lucky criminal millions of dollars.

            However, it is also believed to be cursed with the power to change whoever it pleases into a woman of bounteous proportions and unrestrained sexual appetite. The thief clearly didn't believe such a story. Getting to the stone was a challenge in itself, but the pro brought enough lenses to protect himself from the security lasers. Avoiding them, he managed to snag the stone and make it look like nothing was touched. As he made his getaway, however, he didn't count on one thing: The curse was VERY real. He held it so close to him that he unknowingly triggered its power. By hiding it with his jacket, he didn't see it glowing and by holding it so close to his body, he didn't realize that it was quietly altering his genetic code, sealing his fate.

            His 23rd chromosome was being altered by the power of the "Pink Tourmaline Heart". It was changing from XY to XX, the female chromosome. But it wasn't finished with him. It made other biological and genetic changes inside his system that would make him female. If he weren't preoccupied with escaping and avoiding capture by police, he would have learned the truth about the gemstone's power. Instead, he would learn the hard way, when the changes would take full effect.

            When the thief was sure he wasn't followed, he retreated to his nearby hideaway and dropped the gemstone from inside his jacket on his couch. He unzipped and removed his jacket, took off his shoes and gloves, and sat down, exhausted. He thinks he's victorious, but he's greatly mistaken. After he inadvertently falls asleep, the effects of the stone began to make themselves known. By the time the effects are over, even he won't know what hit him.

            First, his recent haircut was quickly undone by the sudden, supernatural growth of brunette strands on his head. Next, two mounds form small mountains on his chest. While they slowly grow in size, his "prized possession" below starts to shrink. His hip bones creak as they move in opposite directions. Belly fat shifts around, moving to his derriere. Breasts were still growing to large size as his facial features began shifting: Fuller cheeks, puffier lips, smaller nose, more eyelashes, and a shrinking jawline. He continues to slumber as his breasts finally stop growing, reaching the size of volleyballs. The "Pink Tourmaline Heart" had done its deed, the thief who had taken it from its home now paying for it, in more ways than one.

            This is a reasonable facsimile of the thief now. Nothing about him remained. In fact, HE no longer existed, only SHE. SHE doesn't remember anything about her life as a man nor what he did with the gemstone that basically created her. To this day, the whereabouts of the "Pink Tourmaline Heart" are unknown. As far as the local police know, the thief disappeared without a trace along with it. They have no idea that the man who stole it was now walking among them as a buxom brunette, driven by lust and, at times, greed.

Me as an Alpha

         I was having an extremely bad hair day. I woke up with an extreme case of "Bed Head" and had run out of my favorite non-aerosol hair spray. In desperation, I went to my genius kid brother's room and checked. To my delight, he had a bottle on his desk. I snagged it and ran back to the bathroom to try it out. One long spray was all it took for my "Bed Head" to vanish. I was ready for the day, or so I thought.

         On the long bus ride to school, my chest kept itching. As I kept scratching underneath my shirt, it felt like something was growing on my chest. In less than a minute, it looked like I had a pair of boobs. They were small enough for me to hide with a good taping, but still, the thought of having boobs was mortifying. As the bus went on, my hair suddenly lengthened before my eyes, almost covering my vision. No way was all of this normal!

         I didn't think I'd ever find myself wanting to get to school, but then, I didn't think I'd find myself suddenly turning into a girl either. It was sheer luck that I wasn't noticed by anyone else on the bus yet. Just then, I felt my hips moving by themselves.

*𝐶𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑘* *𝐶𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑘*

         There were two audible albeit muted cracks from my hips. Looking down, I saw that they looked wider, much wider. Also, did my thighs look thicker than before I got on? All of a sudden, it felt like my pants were getting too small for me. As the bus ride ended, I felt something stirring in my loins. It had to be my manhood, and as I looked again, I could see the outline on my pants slowly shrinking. That did it! I was officially a girl in boy's clothes. To add insult to this injury, out of the blue, my chest just started blowing up as if it was an inflatable raft. My boobs had to be, at most, a DD-cup size.

         This was awful! In one bus ride, I went from an unnoticeable boy to a busty walking fantasy. I could only blame myself as that was no ordinary hair spray my kid sibling had. As the day went on, I tried in vain to hide my shame, but I kept getting stares from other boys. Despite being in clothes that were clearly too small for me, they really wanted me. The girls, on the other hand, were all eyeing daggers. They must have resented me. Nevertheless, I couldn't wait for this stuff to wear off so I could revert back to being male. Maybe they would all forget about me as a hot girl, or as I heard some girls call me, an "Alpha".