A Better Person

            I was regretting taking that experimental pill. But, at the same time, I hate my body. When I look in a mirror, I feel like I'm looking at a walrus.

            As fate would have it, I would have a scientist for a next-door neighbor. He was eccentric, but he meant well. A lot of his experiments usually blew up in his face. This time, however, he seemed certain that he wouldn't miss. He said he had developed an experimental pill that would improve my body and, in the process, my self-esteem.

            "You can finally be happy with your body." He told me. "You'll be more noticeable, more attractive, more mesmerizing. A better person."

            Those last words still echoed in my head. A better person...

            It had been a few minutes now since I took that pill and yet, nothing happened. I thought it was another failure when suddenly...

            *Growl*

            "Whoa."

            I felt my stomach churning. Then came some pain as I bent over. Something was happening after all. The growling was soft at first, but then, it growled a second time, and it was much louder. Rushing to a mirror, I had to see what was happening. The moment I reached it, I think, everything started to change. As I lifted up my shirt, I saw something that I'd only see in a cheesy mad scientist movie.

            What looked like bubbles were moving around underneath the skin of my stomach. Then, my stomach fat began disappearing. With every second, more globs melted away into oblivion, making an eerie 𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝 sound. The fat in my thighs also melted away. As I looked on mortified, my body kept shrinking, losing weight. It was a nightmare straight from "The Nutty Professor". All the while, my stomach was still in knots.

            *Groan*

            "What... did that... pill do to me?"

            What seemed like the last of my changes finally came as my whole body tanned and my brown hair suddenly went blonde. At last, the pain was gone. I could stand up straight again. However, my body was totally alien. Turning to my oven so I could see my reflection, I saw an absolute stranger looking back at me: Blonde, well-sculpted, leggy, hot. That kooky pill had worked! To my surprise, I really was... a better person.

            I had to thank my neighbor. He was responsible for my new, attractive body. Maybe I could give him a blowjob. Wait, why did I think that? I hardly know him. Why would I want to do that? He...deserves to be ridden like a horse.

            These can't be my thoughts. They're too R-rated, too filthy, too...hot for you to handle? Well, I guess if you can't handle it, then that's not my problem. As for your neighbor, I'll be sure to thank him for the both of us. After all, he did make me--sorry, us--a better person.

Parasite At Midnight

            You likely wouldn't believe it, but this babe is somebody's alter ego. That somebody has "Cinderella Syndrome", where the victim transforms in body and mind against their will at precisely midnight. The person in this case is really just a white-collar, working man struggling to make ends meet.

            This is a reasonable facsimile of him. He wasn't considered attractive either, which didn't help. It seemed like he was at a dead-end, regarding his social life as well. It wasn't until his first transformation into her that changed everything for him, although not for the better. He never saw it coming and even to this day, he doesn't understand it. He only understands one thing: That his transformations always start at midnight.

            He had fallen asleep watching a late night talk show when it happened for the first time. The clock on his oven said 12:00 midnight. The pain came at him instantly, like he was hit with a cement block. His glasses flew off as he writhed around on the floor. Meanwhile, two tents slowly grew underneath his shirt. In seconds, they blew up as if balloons into ample-sized breasts, lifting up his shirt and exposing his gut. His eyes shut from the agonizing pain, he hadn't noticed yet that his dark hair was growing supernaturally fast down his back, stopping at his new breasts. After that, his hair quickly went blonde, starting at the roots. The bones in his hips shifted outward while his stomach slowly began to shrink. Muscle and fat shifted around by itself as his face started to warp. His legs creaked as loud as any attic door would as they gradually became longer and quite sexy. As he reached for his face, his hands shrank slightly while his fingernails suddenly lengthened, gaining the appearance of talons, albeit unmanicured. His "lower jewellery" shrank within his insides and reform into a woman's ovaries. The transformation finally stopped as his--rather, her face--returned to normal.

            A leggy, statuesque stunner now lay on the floor where a bespectacled young man was moments earlier, wearing ill-fitting clothes that looked ridiculous on her eye-catching body. She rose up, stars in her eyes as she gathered her bearings. Stumbling to the closest thing she could find that gave a reflection, the woman saw herself, and as the stars and numbness went away, she found herself liking what she saw, sans the clothing she was currently wearing. Her face was flawless: Puffy, kissable lips, full cheeks, long eyelashes, et cetera.

            "I...look good." She said to herself, a seductive, slightly husky, sound to her voice.

            Thus began the start of a new life for one, and a changed one for the other. He has struggled to find work to satisfy the ridiculously expensive tastes of his "dark side". In addition, he has had to adjust his schedule constantly so that he could be home before midnight. Not to mention, he has found himself "waking up" either in bedrooms with various men or in clubs, wearing torn and tattered dresses that could have ripped completely if he moved the wrong way, leaving him stark naked in public. Nobody could know about his curse, lest he be poked, prodded, or placed in a straitjacket, if not all three. He was living an unfortunate lifestyle, but he didn't ask to transform into a mesmerizing parasite at midnight.

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.

The Shoe-niverse: Trophy Girlfriend

            Shoes were everywhere. Flats, stilettos, "Mary Janes", sneakers, cowboy boots, et cetera. The teenage loner, who awakened to find himself in the middle of the gigantic library of shoes, was afraid. It was an emotion that he didn't feel in a long time. He didn't know where he was or how he got there. Everywhere he turned, there were shoes, and it left him panicked.

            "Don't be afraid, child. No harm will come to you." Came a voice from nowhere.

            "What the--?!"

            Ironically, the voice only frightened him more. The voice was ethereal, feminine, and seemingly seductive.

            "Who said that?!" Went the trembling teen.

            "Who I am is irrelevant." Came the response. "More importantly, who would you like to be?"

            "Who would I like to be?"

            "Yes. You seem unhappy in your current life. You were transported here for a purpose: To live a happier life."

            "Happier life? How can I be sure you're for real? How do I know I'm not being--"

           "I can assure you, you are not being misled or tricked in any way. Take a look at all the footwear before you."

            The lad looked around and saw shoes for men and women alike. There were shoes for people with large feet and those with dainty feet. He was at a loss for words at how the library was packed with shoes. One pair, however, immediately got his attention. It was a small pair of black stilettos with straps. They seemed to be calling to the teen, but before he touched them, the seductive voice rang out again.

            "Choose carefully, child." It spoke. "Once you remove a pair from its place, your fate will be sealed."

            The boy, however, was too mesmerized to listen, and as he took the stilettos out of their cubby, the voice spoke again.

            "You seem to have made your decision. Enjoy your new life, and may you be happier than you were before."

            Why can't I stop staring at these heels?, he thought. What's wrong with me?

            Just then, everything started glowing, snapping him out of his daze. By then, though, it was too late. When the bright light faded, he was inside a rather expensive car, sitting in the front seat on the passenger side. He appeared to be okay, but when he looked down, he found he was wearing the stilettos, much to his horror. Even stranger, they fit his large feet perfectly.

            "What the--hurggh!"

            Before he could react, he bent over in pain. His stomach was suddenly in knots, as two mounds began to form. In seconds, he had breasts of ample size on his chest. His hair then grew supernaturally fast, stopping just past his shoulders while turning blonde as well. The agony was too much as his midriff started melting to reveal a four-pack while his arms and shoulders started shrinking. His legs creaked loudly as they lengthened, gaining the appearance of a model's legs.

            "What are...these things doing...to me?"

            His voice changed midway through, rising several octaves as his Adam's apple shrinks into oblivion. Some other things shrank into oblivion as they reformed into a woman's "machinery". Lastly, while his face turned into putty, his feet shrank to a woman's size, more fitting for the strapping heels. The teenager who sat there just moments ago was replaced with a mesmerizing babe with eye-catching legs. However, it wasn't over. The former boy held her head as a sudden migraine attacked her head. Memories of troubled adolescence were quickly replaced with memories of shopping and lovemaking. The migraine passed as quickly as it happened, leaving the hottie feeling dazed and confused.

            "Whoa. What...happened?" Her voice was just as seductive as her long legs. She then looked out the window to see that she was at a local party. As if she had no memory of who she was just minutes before, she got out, purse in hand, ready to join the festivities. With enough luck, she could become some guy's... trophy girlfriend.

The Shoe-niverse: From Tank To Skank

 

          "Hello?" Came a young man's voice. "Anybody here?"

             He got no response. He had woken up in the middle of a giant library of shoes, with no idea how he ended up here. The young man, who was of college age and had the body of a tank, was afraid to do or touch anything for fear of destroying something or triggering something like in an "Indiana Jones" movie.

             I don't think there's anybody here but me, he thought. What is this place, and what's with all the shoes?

             "You needn't be afraid, young one." Came a woman's voice from nowhere.

             Startled, the lad did a 360° in search of the woman he heard. Again, he found nothing.

             "You will not see me, but I am here, to guide you. I am the keeper of these hallowed halls, and if you want to return to where you came from, you must make a choice."

             "You mean I have to pick out one of these shoes?"

             "That is correct. Do not be afraid to touch one, but know this: Once you have taken a pair off the shelf, the decision is final. Choose wisely."

            With that, the voice went silent. The lad had to be careful. If the voice was serious, then if he touched the wrong pair of shoes, then he would be stuck with them, no matter what, so he had to be extra careful. He wandered around the library aimlessly for some time, until he stopped at a pair of high heels. For some reason, he couldn't take his eyes off of them.

            I know a few girls who would like these, he thought. Maybe I could use them for a birthday present.

            Without a second thought, he took the heels out of the cubby. Suddenly, the ethereal voice from nowhere spoke to him again.

            "Thank you for making your decision. Enjoy your new life."

            "Wait, what?"

            Before he could ask what she meant, there was a blinding flash of light. He couldn't see even his hands before him. All of a sudden, as soon as it happened, the light was gone. However, he was not back home. He appeared to be at a seemingly expensive vacation home. Something was horribly wrong. He had expected to be back in his home, not at somebody else's, but unbeknownst to him, his troubles would only multiply. Had he bothered to look down, he would have seen that he was now wearing the high heels he picked out from that massive library.

            "This--this is all wrong," he said to himself. "What's--Umph!"

            This new location was only the beginning of his changes. The voice from the library spoke about a "new life" just before he landed here. It seemed that he was about to transform into something that fit that "new life". Clutching his stomach, he fell onto some grass, groaning in pain. On his back, he writhed around as two small mountains formed on his bare chest. He groaned as they slowly swelled until massive size. Flipping over and getting to his knees, he found his hair, which was black and cut short, growing supernaturally fast past his waist as it became bleached blonde from the roots. His fingernails, which were cut down to the nub, lengthened before his eyes, becoming like talons. Skin bubbled around his wide stomach area as it began to melt. With every couple of seconds, a slurp was heard, ensuring that the gobs of fat that encased his stomach were disappearing into nothingness.

            "What are--aaugh--th-these shoes d-doing to me?" He asked, his voice rising an octave with every word. "Some-somebody h-help mmmmeeee!"

            His calls went unanswered as his transformation neared an end. What remained of his maleness were slowly shrinking below inside him and reshaping into a woman's parts. His--by now, her face--became like clay as her nose shrank, eyebrows shifted, lips swelled, and jaw receded. At last, the young man in woman's heels was completely gone, and a very buxom seductress was in his place. Before the transformed victim could react to her new body, she blacked out.

            This is a photo of what the transformed victim looks like now. No longer built like a tank, she has the body of an adult film actress and flaunts it with every chance she gets. As a result of this, she has snagged countless men with large bank accounts. However, that isn't enough to her. She wants material items to go with all that money. Labeled a "gold-digging skank" by other women, she has been living a life of luxury ever since the transformation from a rotund college student. Reality has also been changed so that said student no longer exists, and it looks like she wants to keep it that way. 

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.