The Shoe-niverse

            There were shoes everywhere. Shoes as far as the eye could see. I had no idea how I ended up in here. I went to sleep in my own bedroom and somehow, woke up in a totally different place. No matter where I turned, there was a pair of shoes. From flats to stilettos, sandals to thigh-high boots, every kind of shoe was in this place. I called out for somebody but got no response in return. So I walked around the area aimlessly until I thought, Maybe if I picked out one of these pairs, then I'll get back home. Without thinking too hard about it, I went for some high-heeled pumps. Suddenly, I heard someone.

            Try them on, it went.

            It was a woman's whisper, telling me to put on the pumps. I was a boy, so why this voice from nowhere wanted me to put on women's footwear was beyond me. However, it seemed like the only way I would get home, so without a second thought, I tried them on. To my shock, they fit perfectly. All of a sudden, there was a flash of light, blinding me. I couldn't see my own hands in front of me. Before I knew it, I was back in my bedroom.

            To my relief, I was home again,  pajamas and all, but the pumps I tried on came home with me. Even stranger, I was still wearing them. But the strangest of events had not yet happened. Just when I was about to take them off, pain wracked my whole body. I fell to the floor as it felt like I was on fire.

            Looking at my nipples, I noticed the flesh around them slowly forming two small mountains. With each passing second, they became bigger and bigger and bigger. I couldn't deny it; They were breasts. Just then, my hair started to grow past my neckline. I had just gotten a haircut so I knew this was some supernatural event of sorts. My potbelly slowly shrank with the fat relocating to my rump, blowing it up to a very big size. I felt my legs lengthen while my hips cracked outward and my face remolded. As my "balls and chain" shrank away, I felt a dark cloud forming within my mind. Coherent thoughts were getting harder to make. The last thing I would remember was morphing into a female.

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           It feels like so long ago when I was--yecch, a man. In reality, it's only been a couple of days. Not that it matters. I don't plan on ever going back to being him again, and as long as I have my pumps, I can keep him at bay. I have way too much things going well for me for him to ruin it all: My new, hot bestie, plenty of guys who will fight over me, and plenty of cash and cards to carry around. I have all I want and I won't give it up for anything, even for some helpless, old broad crying her eyes out over her missing son. Her suffering means nothing to me. Only what I want matters.

How The Bimbo Virus Stole My Son

            This is...was one of my sons. A horrible virus had blindsided all of us and did THIS to him. To this day, we still don't know how he contracted it nor how to get him back. We have had to learn to adjust to living with a less-than-intelligent young woman, seemingly in her twenties, with an abnormally tiny waist, and gigantic breasts that are clearly more plastic than human. I can remember the very moment when his changes started.

            We were coming home from grocery shopping when I heard a rather loud groaning from his stomach. He was rather rotund in appearance, getting that from me, but this wasn't normal because it was extraordinary loud and deep. I couldn't turn to attend to him because I was driving, so I simply told him to "hold it in" until we got home. If only I knew better then.

            As I kept driving, I heard him say, "Mom, I don't feel too good." Had I looked back sooner, I would have seen the black hair on his head start to grow supernaturally fast. Finally, I had to pull over so I could see my changing son. He appeared to be growing a "Mohawk" that wasn't there a moment ago and was clutching his stomach. I was at a loss for words, unable to form any thoughts on what was happening to my boy. Pulling up his shirt, we watched as his stomach began slowly caving in itself, making these eerie, squishing noises throughout. I was absolutely petrified by what I was seeing.

            The whole thing was nightmarish. Yet, I couldn't look away. I was just so transfixed by whatever unholy event was happening to my boy. Before my eyes, his wide stomach was shrinking while two mountains were forming on his chest, slowly becoming bigger by the second. After a few seconds more, my son had breasts, actual breasts, and in another few seconds, they had become even bigger than mine and were getting even bigger. His hair was still growing supernaturally fast and, by now, had past his shoulders. In addition, it appeared to be turning blonde, starting at the root. A tan of some kind had appeared from seemingly out of nowhere and began to cover his arms, legs, and face. His lips suddenly became swollen, as if stung. By now, he had an exaggerated hourglass figure with breasts that looked more fake than natural, and as I looked below at where his manhood should have been, I realized that it appeared to be completely gone.

            "Like, what happened to me?"

            He--the bombastic-looking tart that was once my child--finally spoke but his--I guess I should say, her voice sounded nothing like it used to. She sounded like one of those ditzy, flighty, less-than-intelligent girls he used to ogle over on TV. I finally snapped back into reality, and the moment I dropped off our groceries, I took my transformed son to an emergency room. My private "fear meter" was through the roof. I felt so helpless, not knowing what had happened before my eyes. At last, a doctor came to me in the waiting room and hit me with a horrible truth. Somehow, my son had contracted what the papers were calling the "Bimbo Virus". They said that their hands were tied, that was no vaccine for it, and that he--she could be like this for a long time, if not for the rest of her days.

            My heart sank. I felt absolutely helpless. My son was, more or less, doomed to a life as this! I would have to retrain him--her on how to do the simplest of tasks. She would be a laughingstock simply for how she looked or dressed. I couldn't bear the thought of telling people that she was once my baby boy. They'd never believe me anyway. Alas, I'm likely just one of many mothers who lost their child to the "Bimbo Virus".

Starting All Over Again

          She couldn't remember anything; She was a total amnesiac with no memory of how she got where she is now. She had awakened in a hotel room bathed in a red light, stark naked. The only clothes nearby were a pair of "hot pants", tennis shoes, and sports bra with the Los Angeles Lakers logo on it. On the floor was a grey suitcase. Looking down at her body as she lay in bed, she saw she had large breasts, a toned midsection, wide hips, shaven private parts, and long legs. As she kept walking, she tried to probe her mind for some kind of memory, anything at all. Alas, it was all a blur, a total blank. The "Fantasy Motels" claim another unsuspecting victim.

            This attractive amnesiac wasn't even a woman when she first visited a "Fantasy Motel". She was, in reality, a college student, on spring break, and biologically and genetically MALE. He was in need of a place to crash after several hours of partying, drinking, and smoking weed, not necessarily in that order. Someone else had suggested that he stay at a nearby motel, neither of them aware that it wasn't an ordinary motel. However, in his altered state, he was in no shape to think. The wasted youth paid the front desk clerk the money necessary for a room, he was given a room key, and he stumbled on his way, while the desk clerk just shook their head in disgust and annoyance.

           Having somehow made his way to his room, the party boy walked towards the bed and crashed on it. He didn't even think to change clothes before falling asleep. However, as he slept, something that could only be called supernatural. Each light in the hallway began to flicker at the same time.

            As they flickered over and over, they turned red in color. The motel hallways were drenched in ruby red. It was something out of a cheesy horror movie, but it paled in comparison to what happened next. The skin of the unconscious partyer began to move by itself. It bubbled in some places while squirming in others, all the while, the lad continued to slumber. His short, almost nonexistent, hair slowly began to grow out. In seconds, he had a full head of hair. At the same time, however, the hairs of his beard slowly receded into his skin. His beard was gone in mere seconds. But that was just the start of his bizarre metamorphosis.

            His spine began to contract, shrinking his stature. The imperfections on his skin began to disappear, making it flawless. His beefy hands shrank in size as well, for the muscles inside had also shrank, leaving them looking petite. Afterwards, his fingernails began to elongate to a woman's nails, albeit not manicured. The fat surrounding his waist had either melted or moved to other areas, like his rear or thighs. His hair had continued growing, reaching his ears by now. In addition, the roots were turning a dirty blonde. As his rear began swelling, two mounds formed on his chest at the same time. With each second, they grew bigger and bigger until they appeared to be DD-cup size. The last of the changes occurred as his "jewelry" shrank into him and reformed into a woman's "unmentionables". At last, the transformation was over, and the red, flickering lights returned to normal. However, the woman that lay on that bed in ill-fitting clothes was still out like a light.

            The next day brings us back to the present, where the shapely, well-stocked woman had finally awakened to find herself with amnesia. She wanders around aimlessly with a suitcase and skimpy clothes. Nobody knows what happened to that poor college student who seemingly vanished without a trace. His case has gone arctic cold. As for the woman, she has to start a new life from the bottom. She has to form a new identity, figure out what to do with her life, starting all over again.

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.

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.

Get Accustomed

(Scene: An unsuspecting young man talks to three well-endowed women who were once his friends, changed by Slutsonite buried underground on the property he visits)

Him: "What's happened to you guys?"

M: "First off, do we look like guys?!"

L: "He's pretty dense, isn't he?"

R: "Yeah." *Giggles*

M: "Second, you could say we became beautiful, busty, blonde butterflies."

Him: "I don't understand."

M: "You will."

(As she speaks, the youngster's body is changing to become like theirs, due to the buried Slutsonite he unknowingly stands on. The transformation starts with breasts slowly forming on his chest.)

M:"We're like a harem here. The dreamboat who lives here watches over us and treats us like royalty."

L: "Who knew such hotties like us were living inside such icky boys?"

R: "I never realized how ugly I was as a man."

(As the man speaks, he is unaware of his growing breasts, making 𝐵𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑝 sounds throughout)

Him: "This is all wrong. The homeowner must have done something to you guys."

(The buttons on his shirt pop off, revealing his new, humongous breasts)

Him: Huh?!

M: "Ooohh. Look at those."

L: "They're enormous!"

(As the man feels his new mounds, he now notices his hands are smaller and have long fingernails. His stomach is now gurgling as his waist caves in)

Him: "What's happening to me?"

R: "Looks like you're becoming a girl."

*𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝* *𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝* *𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*

(His hands go to his nether region and confirm her words)

Him/Her: "Nononononono..."

M: "Don't feel too bad. At least your breasts are as big as mine. We're sure to make other girls jealous."

R: "I know I am. Lucky."

(He starts to feel pain as his facial features shift, becoming feminine. His short black hair slowly grows long and unkempt before turning platinum-blonde)

Him/Her: (Voice changes as he/she starts to speak) "H-huh-help me!"

M: "Just relax. We'll help you, get accustomed to life as a girl, that is."

(M laughs malevolently as L & R join in)