Mystery of Bermuda

            A college dropout, to his own shock, had won a contest that promised a trip for four to Bermuda. It came as a shock to him because he had never won a thing until now. He was allowed to bring three of his friends with him. The plane ride over went smoothly. It would be the only thing about this adventure that was normal.

            The foursome made their way to a private bungalow, with enough room for all of them. It had three stories to it and a pair of long stairways. Were they not careful, one of them could get lost. It seemed like paradise. However, mere hours after they unpacked, something seemed off. One of the three other boys, a gym regular with a blond crew-cut who prided himself on his appearance, felt something tingling on his chest.

            "Hey." He said. "I feel tingly. I think this air is doing something to my nipples."

            The third boy, a geek whose hair was cut short, sported thick-rimmed glasses, and had no noticeable features, just scoffed. Narc, he thought. He lay in bed, reading a book, one of three he bought with him for the trip. He was hesitant to join the party, but his mother pressed him to get fresh air. As he returned to his book, an itch kept distracting him. His own chest started itching. He brushed it off as the air affecting him, too. The dropout and the fourth boy, who sported a mullet, would also get an itchy feeling in their chest regions. It couldn't be coincidence.

            "I think I'll go for a swim." Said the fourth boy, and without a second thought, he took off for the water, wearing only shorts. The dropout, in a white undershirt, followed him into the water. As they swam around, they were unaware that the hair on their bodies were falling off into the water. What little arm muscles they had were slowly melting away, leaving their arms lean.

            "Great vacation, man." Said the boy with the mullet to his friend.

            "Thanks." He replied. "You know, I've heard about this thing called the Bermuda Triangle. It's supposed to be someplace where visitors disappear, never to be seen or heard from again."

            "Aw, baloney. Whoever made that up has no life. They're probably on their phones or computers all day with nothing better to do."

            "I don't know, man." The dropout said. "I can't help but worry."

            "You didn't bring me here to worry." Went the boy with the mullet. "We came here to have fun."

            As the two boys continued swimming, the remaining two back at the bungalow, the gym rat and the geek, continued to keep themselves busy, working out and reading on a couch, respectively. The gym boy had brought some dumbbells to keep himself from getting bored. He already had biceps that would make any girl's face turn beet red in a heartbeat, but like a true narcissist, he wasn't satisfied. He wanted to be buff, a bodybuilder. Unbeknownst to him, however, that wouldn't happen.

            While he kept working out, he was suddenly felled by an ache in his stomach. He dropped the dumbbells to the floor and clutched his gut in agony. The groans from his stomach were loud enough to stir the other boy out of his daze. He turned to find the gym rat keeling over from what the geek thought were cramps.

            "Hey, are you okay?" He asked, genuinely worried.

            "I'm not gonna lie." The gym rat answered. "N-no. I think...I pulled something."

            "Should I get the others?"

            "N-no. I've had cramps before. It's fine."

            This was no ordinary cramp. Something was happening to his body that was, by no means, normal. The four-pack that he worked for months to obtain was slowly melting away into oblivion. Muscles within his chest were contracting, moving along with the bones in his rib cage. This led to much more agonizing pain, something the gym regular could not handle.

            "Okay." He groaned. "This...isn't normal. Gotta...find bathroom."

            He crawled up the nearest flight of stairs, pain wracking his body throughout his trek. Unbeknownst to him, his hair had started growing out, tickling his ears and reaching halfway down his neck. By the time he was at the top step, it had just reached his shoulders. In mere seconds, his hair had grown supernaturally fast to give him the appearance of a girl from behind. He pushed the bathroom door open and crawled inside. It took all the willpower he could muster to climb up the stairs, but now, he needed it again to pull himself off the floor. Once the sink was at his waist, he looked in the mirror and was mortified.

            "What happened to my hair?" He asked, incredulously. "It didn't look like this when we got here."

            Turning to his side, he found he had a mullet like the fourth boy, except his was slightly more voluminous and slowly getting longer still. Bones and muscle that made up his rib cage continued to shift around as his hip bones started to crack outward. The transforming boy groaned as his hips started to gain an hourglass shape. His spine was next to change as it cracked inward, seemingly forcing him to flex his chest. It also contracted ever so slightly, making him shrink in height. HIs thigh muscles, also quite large in size, slowly melted away as well, erasing more hard work. Then, as suddenly as it started, it stopped.

            "What--just--happened?" He asked himself, out of breath.

            Regaining his footing, he looked in the mirror and found his appearance drastically changed. Besides his now-billowing locks, he appeared to be a woman from the waist down. Mortified, he rushed back to the geek, who never left his place. The sound of him rushing down the stairs had snapped the reader out of his daze again.

            "My heavens." He spoke quietly. He eyed his changed roommate, looking up and down at his new body.

            "What just happened to me?!" The gym regular shrieked, his voice higher by a few octaves.

            "I...have honestly no idea." The geek responded, oblivious to his roommate's vocal changes.

            "My beautiful muscles are gone, and I have... GIRL HAIR!" He sounded more and more like a woman as he became more distraught, but the other boy was helpless, unable to do anything except stare.

            "The others can't see me like this. They'll ask too many questions!"

            Without a second thought, he ran back upstairs to one of the bedrooms to hide in shame. The reader was now all alone, confused by what he just saw.

            "Poor man." He said quietly to himself as he returned to his book. However, as he did so, he couldn't help but fantasize about the gym boy, completely female and undressing before him in the very bedroom he ran into. She then removes his shirt before pushing him onto the bed. In his fantasy, he says, "Wait a minute. This is all wrong. Weren't you--?"

            She shushes him. "No more talking."

            Then, she unzips his pants and finds something very hard inside.

            "You didn't tell me you were gifted with such a huge wand." She says.

            "Well, it's something I'm not exactly proud of."

            "You should be."

            "Wait. We really shouldn't--"

            She shushed him again and proceeded to have her way with him.

            "Please d-don't--Oh!"

            The hottie that was once a gym buff was actually giving him a blowjob without any sign of hesitation. The euphoria was nothing the bookworm had ever felt before. Even if it was wrong morally, he couldn't lie to himself: It was a good feeling. He clenched the bedsheets like he was gripping a pet's rubber toy. Slowly but surely, he was losing the battle to fight off the pressure below. Unbeknownst to him, this was what she wanted.

            "No. No-no. Must...hold...out."  Alas, the pressure was just too much. With a long, pained groan, he let loose, which shocked him back to reality. 

            "What--just--happened?" He asked, close to hyperventilating. Subconsciously, a girl that wasn't even real was messing around with his private parts, a girl that used to be a buff young man. That buff young man was now upstairs, freaking out at the unexplainable transformation he was going through. What could be causing his body to change like that? He thought. Such things just don't happen. However, while he was lost in his fantasy, his own body was starting a transformation of its own. What little body hair he had had receded into his skin. Next, his jeans began to feel strangely tighter in his thighs and derriere.

            "I don't remember these pants being so tight when we got here." He said, quietly.

            As he tried to adjust his pants, he was unaware that his fingernails had started getting longer much faster than normal. At that very moment, his nipples became erect as the area around them began to swell gradually. When he got back to his book, he finally noticed his newly-long, unmanicured fingernails. He was certain they were trimmed before he left. Now, he was sure that something was wrong. Whatever was changing his roommate was now doing the same to him.

            Then, he heard what sounded like a loud, lengthy slurping sound followed by a POP. With what was happening, he fathomed one guess. Removing his book from his lap, he saw the unimaginable: His private parts were shrinking inside of him. He wanted to scream, but something from inside wouldn't let him, so he kept on looking in horror as he officially switched genders. Quickly unzipping his jeans, he confirmed his fears: His manhood was gone.

            "Oh no." He said, hushed. "Is this really happening?"

            Had she looked in a mirror, she would have had her answer, as her hair had also started growing unnaturally fast, reaching the back of her neck. Some strands were also turning a dirty blonde color. By now, her chest was much more pronounced, as a tent had started to form. She lifted her shirt and was greeted with the sight of what were undeniably breasts, and they were slowly growing before the geek's eyes. One second, they were B-cup size. Thirty seconds later, they ballooned to C-cup size. Another thirty seconds later, they swelled again to D-cup size. In a minute, the mounds on her chest had grown to DD-cup size. Her hair was still growing as well, becoming more voluminous in area, growing past her shoulders, and covering her eyes, glasses and all.

            *RIP*

            Then came a tear from behind her. The spooked youth jumped out of her seat. It was her jeans ripping from her back end, which was inflating as quickly as her new breasts. She moved her hands subconsciously to her growing rump.

            *RIP* *RIP*

            More tearing sounds came from her thighs. The holes became bigger as they were getting thicker. All the while, her pale skin became slightly tanned all over.

            "Whatever this is--*ahem*--seems to be contagious or something." Her voice cracked as she spoke, suddenly rising a good number of octaves. "M-m-my voice! Testing, testing, 1, 2, 3. Do-re-mi--I'm really becoming a female! A mirror. I need a mirror!"

           She rushed upstairs to the same restroom earlier occupied by her transforming roommate. A look in the mirror confirmed it: The bookworm was now a young woman, and a well-shaped blonde one at that. However, instead of being mortified like her roommate, she was mesmerized by her own appearance. She turned sideways to get a good look at her rear. To her, it appeared to be quite fleshy and wide in area. 

           "I look like I stole this booty from Jennifer Lopez." She said, feeling her large derriere. "So this is what he was freaking out about. The others will undoubtedly be amazed by this."

           That's when the shock set in. The other two boys, the dropout and the boy with the mullet, don't know about their transformed peers. They were still out swimming. However, what had happened to the gym rat and the bookworm was also happening to them. They just hadn't realized it yet. "Mullet" was deep underwater swimming like a common salmon when he noticed what he thought was a girl swimming past him. Her hair was long enough for her to look like a girl from the back. Unknown to him, it was really the dropout, whose transformation was happening at a faster pace.

           Who is she? He thought. She swims like a mermaid or something. I'd like to get to know her better.

           He followed the still-transforming dropout back to land, still thinking he's a girl. The dropout's legs were getting longer and leaner as he kept kicking them in the water. Meanwhile, Mr. Mullet's own changes were just getting started. His own legs also lengthened as they became long, lean, and sexy. The mullet on his head was slowly getting longer and spacious in area. As they reached the shoreline, he found the "girl" had beaten him there and was drying off. Now was his chance to "get to know her better".

           "Hi. I don't remember seeing you here." He said, flirting. "Would you like to meet my friends?"

           "Dude!" The dropout cried out as he turned around. "What are you doing?!"

           "Jeez! I'm sorry. Hand to God, I-I-I thought you were a girl. I mean--From behind, you looked like one w-with your long hair."

           "Wait, wait. What?"

           Sure enough, when he got a look at his reflection in the water, the dropout did indeed look like a girl. A look of fear ran across his face.

           "What did that water do to me?!" He asked, panicky.

           "I don't think it's the water, man." The boy who once had a mullet answered. "I think it's something else. This whole place, maybe."

           "Please don't start that again. I'm already freaking out. I didn't look like this before we dove in."

           "Not only that, but I think you're growing boobs, too."

           The fourth boy was right. The dropout was growing breasts, and his wet undershirt showed it. They appeared to be at B-cup size and were getting bigger with every passing few seconds.

           "Oh my God!" He shrieked, his voice rising many octaves at the last word uttered. He clasped his mouth at the foreign sound of his own voice. "Am I really becoming a chick?!"

           "By the looks--and sounds--of it, yeah." The fourth boy answered, his own changes speeding up. "And I think I'm next. Does my chest look bigger to you?"

           Looking at the fourth boy's chest, it appeared that there were some mounds growing as well, though not as large as the dropout's. His mullet had grown out at a supernatural pace also, though it seems to have stopped midway down his back. Also, his waist had caved in, giving him a hourglass shape. While the fourth boy was examining his own changing body, the dropout got a horrible surprise.

           "Oh no. No-no-no-no-no-NO!" He shrieked again. "It's gone. They're completely gone."

           "You mean...down there?"

           "YES, I mean down there!" The dropout's voice and body were now absolutely those of a girl. "And you look like you're about to join me."

           "What do you--ugghh!" The fourth boy was cut off by a sudden pain in his own nether region. It was his own machinery receding inside his body. The sound of some gurgling followed by some pops confirmed it. She bent over, groaning as her voice rose in octaves as well.

           "What's--aahhhhh--happening to us?!" She cried out, her voice cracking mid-sentence.

           "I don't know, but we have to tell the others."

           "How will they believe us?"

           "I don't know, but they'll find out eventually so we might as well."

           What the newly-transformed girls didn't know was that their roommates were now girls themselves. As they walked to the bungalow in shame, the last of their changes took place. Both of their rears began to inflate in size, becoming quite ample. The girl who used to be the dropout looked down at the other's legs and then, their own. In her mind, she now had the pair of legs she used to dream about as a male. They were a supermodel's legs. She subconsciously struck a pose, as if she was at a photo shoot. All the cameras in the room were focused on her, snapping every sexy pose she could make. For a moment, she completely forgot reality as she soaked in all the attention. She couldn't deny it; It felt empowering. She heard herself giggling subconsciously as she continued posing seductively. It wasn't until the other girl called out to her that she snapped back to reality.

           "What are you doing?!" She asked, incensed.

           "I'm--I'm sorry." The other responded, flustered. "I-I don't know what got into me."

           She ran to catch up to her transformed companion, who was working out in her mind how to explain what had happened to them. Upon opening the door, they found nobody in the kitchen or the living room.

           "I guess they're both upstairs." Said the girl who was formerly the mullet-haired boy. "Hey! Are you guys up there?"

           No response. Cautiously, they walked upstairs. They were unprepared for what--or rather, who--they would find. The beauty that was once the boy with the mullet knocked on the bathroom door.

           "Occupied." A feminine voice spoke that tried in vain to be as gruff as possible. It was the geek.

           The beauty that was the dropout went for the bedroom when a scream went out. "Don't come in here!"

           "Why?"

           The former gym buff tried in vain to disguise their new voice while coming up with an excuse. "Uhh... I'm not decent. The room is a mess."

           Unamused, the changed dropout barged in to find the bedroom spotless and the changed gym buff hiding in shame underneath the covers of one of the beds. Slowly, the dropout crept further to the occupied bed.

           "Please don't come any closer. Just go away."

           "Hey, it's okay. Whatever happened to you affected me, too."

           "Wait, WHAT?! You, too?!"

           "Yeah, and I'm as freaked about it as you are."

           The transformed gym buff slowly uncovered herself, revealing herself to be no less beautiful than her companions. She, too, was blonde, busty, and upon removing the covers, showed that she also had wide hips and a spacious derriere. Shirtless and in tears, she embraced her dropout friend and continued crying silently.

           "What's happened to us?"

           "I don't know, and I certainly don't know how we'll explain this to or families, but...we'll figure something out."

~~~

           Alas, they never did find out why they all changed into well-sculpted blondes. Making matters worse, when the dropout tried to contact his parents, they each thought it was a prank and ordered her not to call their home again. She certainly couldn't prove that she was once their son without any photographical evidence. Not only that, but for all they know, she might have stolen their son's ID and driver's license. So, she was at a loss; All of them were. Nobody they knew would believe that they had gone to Bermuda only to be transformed into hot blondes. With a lack of options, the best thing they could do was start anew. It would undoubtedly be difficult, but between the four of them, at least, they'll have emotional support of each other. If only they could figure out how they became females. Sadly, it's just one more mystery of Bermuda.

Not Welcome Here

            "Look, kid. We're not interested in fairy tales. We're here to get laid."

             "Where does this kid get his fantasies?"

             "Who knows? All right, kid. Are you really going to make this a problem? Do we need to get security or are you going to leave under your own power?"

          It seemed hopeless. You might as well have been talking to a wall. The two curvaceous, well-endowed women before you would not believe that they were your older twin brothers the day before. All he could do was walk away, defeated and frustrated. He couldn't understand what had happened or how it happened. But he'll have the sight of their transformations in his mind for a long time.

            You and your family had just arrived at a "Fantasy Hotel", where "your deepest desires can become a reality", according to the staff there. Your two big twin brothers, who were of college age and had zero success with the fairer sex, were not happy to be here. Alas, it was out of their hands. Their parents were dead set on getting them away from it all. Once they unpacked, all they did was sulk around their hotel room. After a little while, they began to think there weren't any attractive women there.

            "This stinks!" Said one. "You would think that in a place as big as this, there would be at least one babe walking around in a bikini."

            "Maybe they're all hiding somewhere." Went the other. "Maybe they're all at a modeling competition."

            That wasn't unlikely. They were unhappy with the situation, but you would be the real loser. You would be stuck listening to them gripe over their love lives, or lack thereof. If only you all knew that the place was called "Fantasy Hotels" for a reason: Your wildest fantasies can--and will--come true here. At times, however, they can also be twisted in unimaginable ways. It's a possibility that can--and did--happen.

            One of your older brothers said, quite aimlessly, "I wish I could get laid by a supermodel."

            The other said, "What I would give to be a supermodel. I hate my body."

            Whereas you had more of your mother's genes, your brothers had mostly your father's. The father you share is... rather large in size and weight. Your mother, on the other hand, was much shorter and shapely. It was anybody's guess why girls avoided them, but it really hurt their self-esteem. However, their words would trigger an event that could only be called supernatural. It would happen right before your eyes and only you would know that it ever happened.

            It started with a breeze that came from seemingly nowhere. You were certain the doors that led outside were closed, so you didn't know where it was coming from. Then came a strange sight: One twin's hair, which was cut short, suddenly began sprouting locks from his hat. They didn't stop until they reached his waist, making him look like Rapunzel. The other twin brother, who hadn't seen it, was lost in his fantasies as his pudgy fingers started bubbling from underneath his skin. In addition, his fingernails slowly started getting longer. Then, as if via a demonic force, his stomach gurgled loudly, snapping him out of his daydream.

            He groaned as he clutched his wide stomach. You and the other twin turned to him as he tosses and turns in bed. He lifted up his shirt and all three of you look on mortified as his stomach started bubbling as well. Loud slurping sounds were made as it caved in on itself with every passing second.

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

            By the time it stopped, his stomach had turned from a sphere into an hourglass. Your jaw dropped as you kept on staring, unable to look away. What fat remained on his stomach shifted to his thighs, making them appear thicker. Bones could be heard snapping and creaking as his hips appeared to move outward, becoming wider. Two mounds then ballooned on his chest, reaching what looked like DD-cup size, or maybe even bigger. The other twin finally managed to snap out of his own haze long enough to ask the obvious.

            "Dude. What's happening to you?!" He was oblivious to his own changes, such as his hair, which was now turning a dirty blonde. His changes seemed to be going slowly compared to the other boy's transformation.

            *𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*

            "Aaaaaaahhhh!" A loud, agonizing, and very feminine scream came from the boy in bed as something from inside his pants started to slither backwards. He zipped open his pants and stuck a manicured hand down his boxers. When he didn't feel anything below, it confirmed his fears, along with the two new--and very large--breasts protruding from underneath his shirt. He was officially a SHE. However, the changes weren't completely over. Her masculine face began to bubble itself, from her forehead to her cheeks. The jawline receded, the cheeks became fuller, the eyelashes became thicker and longer, the nose shrank, and her hair became long, luscious, and alluring. Her caveman-like feet shrank in size until they became petite. As one boy's transformation ended, the other's was just ramping up and you, the youngest, just kept looking on in absolute horror.

            "Wait a minute. What happened to my hair?!" The other changing boy finally realized that he was transforming as well. He was about to join his twin in womanhood. Luckily, his transformation would not be as painful.

            "Whoa. I don't...feel so good."

            He clutched his own wide stomach as it began groaning loudly. Then, it happened to him, too.

            *𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*    *𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*    *𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*

            His stomach was melting as well.

            *𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*    *𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*    *𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*

            His thick thighs followed suit.

            *𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*    *𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*

            "What's happening to us?!" He cried out, his voice rising an octave with every word. "What did we--Oh, God! My voice!"

            You only shrugged as he looked down and saw what appeared to be tiny buds on his chest, growing bigger with every second. They finally stopped at DD-cup size, not unlike his sibling's. His thick arms had also shrunk in size while his stomach finally matched the other changed twin, in the shape of an hourglass. He clutched his face as it turned into putty, molding itself into a new, feminine face. His own large feet also shrank in size as his manhood finally receded within his insides.

            *𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*

            Her eyes rolled back as the euphoria from losing what made her a biological male had become too much to bear. She stumbled backwards to the wall before falling to the floor. Strangely, at that same time, the other transformed twin had experienced the same euphoric moment, stemming from her new womanhood. When the metamorphoses had finally ended, two busty and very alluring women had replaced your brothers. They were even still wearing your brothers' clothes, which were now very loose on their slim and sexy bodies. The blonde returned to her senses and stood up.

            "Wow. What a rush." She giggled. "Eww. What am I wearing?"

            The other shapely woman shared her reaction when she came down from her euphoric high.

            "Why do I look like I'm wearing a parachute?" She asked in disgust.

            They didn't sound like your brothers anymore, and they certainly weren't acting like them either. Something you could only imagine had happened before your eyes: Your plus-sized twin brothers had morphed out of the blue into a pair of well-sculpted, big-breasted babes. It wasn't until you snapped out of your haze long enough to ask if they were still themselves that they acknowledged you, and you learned otherwise.

            "What is he talking about?" Asked the blonde. "What's all this about us being his brothers?"

            You told them about the wishes they made, about the transformations they just went through, and that they were unhappy with their love lives. They only dismissed your explanation as mere fantasy and took off, leaving you alone and having to find some way to explain to your parents their disappearance. To your utter shock, they told you that you didn't have older brothers. In their minds, you were an only child. Now you were certain that something was really wrong.

            Was this some kind of curse? You thought.

            Dumbfounded by their reaction, you were left unable to comprehend the situation you were in and, with no other realistic options, you turned in for the night, but not before vowing to yourself to find the busty beauties that were once your brothers and an explanation for what was happening to them. This brings you to where you are now, explaining in vain that they were changed by some kind of magic and that they needed to find a way to undo it. Unfortunately, the hotties weren't listening anymore. They'd rather be searching for men to be around and, quite likely, to have sex with. With their figures, it would likely not take too long for them to find some. Meanwhile, you could only ask yourself, "What was this hotel doing to us?"

He's Gone

            How did this happen? How did a well-planned prank still go horribly wrong? How was I supposed to know that lady who owned the curiosity shop was on the level? So many questions that I can't answer. Amongst them is this: How do I tell our parents that a friend and I turned my horrible, older stepbrother into an irresistible bimbo? I should start at the beginning.

         I had become fed up with my big stepbrother's pranks, from leaving wet paint on my desk chair to getting hit with baby powder when I walk out of my bedroom in the morning. It was like I wasn't safe anywhere. Telling my mom and stepdad about it got me nowhere. I felt helpless until my friend told me about this curiosity shop that sold weird stuff. The place was run by this seemingly elderly woman. She got a good look at me and said, "I can sense that you are suffering."

        This lady had to be a seer, or whatever they're called in those old movies.

        "Take a look around, child." She continued. "See what you like."

        The place had trinkets and oddities as far as my eyes could go. There were bottles of varying potions from top to bottom. One thing in particular caught my attention. It was something I'd never thought I see in a place like this. It was a pair of pink, open-toed stilettos. What were these doing in a place like this? Suddenly, an idea shot up to my brain: I could humiliate him in the exact same way he humiliated me in the past, and these stilettos would be a great way to do it.

        "Ah, you've made your choice already, I see." The matron caught me off guard, shaking me up. "You have plans for those boots?"

        Embarrassed, I just nodded ashamedly.

        "Interesting." She responded. "But remember this, dear boy: Revenge can be a double-edged sword, and the items sold here have a strange way of affecting people... in ways you never expect."

        I paid for the pink stilettos and got out of there, fast. The woman just cackled as she waved goodbye at me. That sadistic smile on her face would haunt me in my nightmares. I knew that the moment I got home, I would have to think fast. My stepbrother got home from school a little later than I did, leaving me with very little time to myself. I left a note by the box that held the pink stilettos saying, "We triple dog dare you to try us on, if you're not a coward." I had to write it in cursive to make him think it wasn't from me. Then, I rushed back to my room, just as he got inside.

        Salvation! He never turned to see me. All I had to do now was wait for the fireworks to start.

        "What kind of joke is this?" I heard him say. He sounded pretty cheesed. I stifled some giggles as he cursed out loud at the sight of the pink stilettos. Once he saw that card, that was it. He cares too much about his pride to ignore challenges like this. There was silence for a few minutes. What happened? I didn't dare look, out of fear of being senselessly whaled on. This is where I had to have patience, no matter how painful it was.

        After a while, I finally caved in to curiosity and turned to see what my stepbrother had done with the stilettos. To my shock, he wasn't there. Our rooms were across the hall from each other so we could easily see what the other was doing. I did notice that the box was empty. What could he have done? I finally got my answer when he walked into my sight... wearing the stilettos. He looked down on them, visibly in disgust.

        The moment he looked me dead in the eyes, I spouted quickly, "I won't say a word. I swear!"

        After some seconds, which, to me, felt like a whole eon, he walked away in dead silence. I could hear him grumble to himself, "How long do I have to wear these stupid things anyways?"

        If everything went my way, not much longer. Suddenly, as if some unearthly force was reading my mind, I heard my stepbrother moaning. He sounded like he was in pain. Could that old lady have been on the level? She said something about revenge being "a double-edged sword" and I fear what's happening to my stepbro could affect me, too. I cautiously walk to his room, fearing the worst. But I didn't expect what I was about to witness.

        As I peeked past his door, I saw him in a fetal position, clutching his stomach. I could hear it from all the way from where I was standing. The gurgling was that loud. Then, while squinting, I saw his fingernails grow unnaturally fast. In like ten seconds, they went from the nub of his fingers to looking like unmanicured talons. Next, his brown hair slowly started growing and growing, getting longer and more voluminous while strangely turning lighter in color. His eyes were shut so he didn't see me watching his transformation.

        Then, out of the blue, I heard a *𝐶𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑐ℎ*. He groaned loudly as he came out of his fetal position and laid on his back. The crunch must have came from his stomach because, before our eyes, his waist was caving inward, giving him an hourglass body. He kept screaming in agony as his hip bones started moving outward. I could hear them cracking as they relocated. His thighs then became thicker and, I'm ashamed to admit, sexier. Next, two mountains started to form on his chest. He looked down as they grew bigger and bigger...and bigger, lifting his black T-shirt. I peeked below and saw what was undoubtedly an attractive woman's waist. His hands then went to his private parts. I could tell what was happening then: They were shrinking inside of him. I could officially no longer call him my stepbrother.

        All that was left of him...or her, I guess, was her face. That was quickly rectified when it began reshaping itself into a more feminine face. She gave out one last scream, one that was absolutely feminine, as her nose shrank, her lips swelled, her jaw receded, and her eyelashes became longer. I thought it was over...until her body suddenly became tanned all over. The woman in my stepbrother's clothes and those pink stilettos lay motionless on the floor as I finally walked closer to her.

        "Hey, man." I said to her, thinking it was still him in mind. "Are you okay?

        She opened her eyes and said, "Wh-what...happened?"

        "You were my stepbrother until a few minutes ago when you put on those weird, pink stilettos."

        "What? Stepbrother? Me? Silly boy. I can't be your stepbrother. I'm a girl. Are you, like, sick or something?"

        "Well, I...I just thought you were still...you mentally. I mean those pink stilettos--?"

        She looked at her feet and saw the shoes I was talking about.

        "You mean these? Do you like them? They make me look sooooo hot, don't they?"

        He's gone. This couldn't be my stepbrother talking. He would never say these things. Those strange stilettos had warped his head while turning him into this...this...hottie. Her breasts may have been fake but everything else about her made up for it. It would have been better if it weren't for the fact that she was once somebody who upset me with every opportunity he had. I was at a loss for thoughts. Our parents would never believe me if I told them that a magical pair of stilettos that I bought from a curiosity shop turned my wicked stepbrother into a big-breasted ditz. I didn't believe it and I saw the whole transformation. Would you?

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...

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.