In With the New (Bully)

            Would you believe that this is--rather, was--my school bully?

          She was a thorn in my side since the very first day of high school. On several occasions, she and her cronies have pelted me with eggs after the last bell rings. They've harassed me for my lunch money, sacked me to the gym floor, and even pantsed me in the hallway in front of all the other students. She has done all sorts of nasty and humiliating things to me. However, she also used to be a he. That's right; My school bully was a male, turned into a female.

            It was intended to be payback for everything he had done to me throughout the whole school year. Alas, as poet Robert Burns put it, "The best laid schemes of mice and men gang aft agley." Something was sure to go wrong, I just didn't know what in particular. My plot for revenge involved the use of "Hot-T", the infamous drug that could turn the beefiest of men into women. The thing is, what I got ahold of were pills that contained a concentrated version that could make men into women permanently. Someone I trusted managed to smuggle it in a plastic bag onto school grounds. I had to keep the drug hidden at all times from the faculty or be suspended, even expelled, from school. All I had to do was wait until the right moment to trick him into taking the pills. Luckily, I wouldn't have to wait too long.

            From a safe hiding spot, I watched as he jimmied my locker open and found the pills. Like the dumb brute he was, he thought they were candy. I held back my joy as he ripped open the bag and foolishly gobbled them down, sealing his fate. If you'll forgive my poor word choice, revenge was sweet, or so I thought. I was told that the pills would go into effect once they reached his stomach. Everything was going as planned, for now.

            Now, this guy was a heavyset character. "Tubby" would be putting it mildly. He looked like one of those ghosts always chasing Pac-Man in his arcade game. I didn't dare picture him in his underwear, at the risk of throwing up. When he grabbed his stomach, I grabbed mine on reflex. From behind a pack of lockers, I could hear him groan and say, "That...was...a bad idea."

            I took a quick peek to find him staring at the hair on the back of his hands.

            "Oh, God!" He cried out. Luckily, the halls were empty. "My hands!"

            Sure enough, the hair was receding within his skin. The hair on his arms followed suit. Afterwards, his fingernails began lengthening, becoming ungroomed talons. Then, he seemed to be squirming below. I could tell his private parts were rearranging. He moved his hands to his "balls and chain" as they became a woman's "mechanisms". I could hear what sounded like slurping from the other side of the hallway, where I was. Running to the nearest corner, he quickly unzipped his pants. The mortified look on his face told me all I needed to know. Hyperventilating, he silently cried, "What's happening to my body?"

            I didn't dare make a sound, lest he come at me like an angry bull.

           "Oh, God. Are these... boobs?!"

           Indeed, even from a distance, I could see some lumps underneath his shirt. They were growing bigger every second.

           *𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*    *𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*    *𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*    *𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*    *𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝*

           "I got boobs!" His face had fear written all over. He, indeed, had boobs. If he had lifted his shirt, I would have guessed they were E-cup. They were so big, they managed to lift up his plaid shirt and were even making a tent. What I would give to see the deep cleavage he must have had. 

           "No-no-no-no-no-no... I'm really becoming a chick!" He covered his mouth, visibly taken aback at the sudden change in his voice. "Now, my voice is girly!"

           The biggest changes, pun completely unintended, had finally came in the form of his large body slowly but surely shrinking in size. With every passing second, his height decreased an inch while his body mass melted away into nothingness. However, some mass did go to his derriere, making it quite corpulent in appearance. His pants had lost the fight to stay in place and fell to the floor; whereas, his shirt appeared to be more like a circus tent. The sound of bones creaking told me that his hips were shifting outward, giving him--I suppose I should say her at this point--hips meant for childbearing. Her hands had moved to her face as the last piece of her transformation took place. A smaller nose, fuller cheeks, bigger eyelashes, and a receded jawbone had all but erased her masculine facial features. It had ended, and I was lucky enough to see it all.

           "Oh my God! This cannot be happening to me! What did that candy do to me?! I have a girl's body! Oh my God!  What do I tell my parents?! Nobody will believe this! My life is over!"

           Just as she uttered those words, she grabbed her head, visibly in pain. It seemed that the mental changes were now taking place. She knelt down to the ground as her forehead appeared to be pulsating.

          "Help...me!" She managed to squeak out, before letting out a blood-curdling scream. I was terribly shaken by the unexpected shriek. It was sure to attract the teachers and other students, so I had to act fast. Without a second thought, I rushed upstairs to the school library, making sure I wasn't seen. Once inside, I peeked from a glass window at my transformed bully as she stood back up, her denim jeans still on the floor in a heap. She stepped out of them and slowly made her way to a restroom, the girls' restroom. From the library, I couldn't see anything, and I didn't want to appear suspicious. So, I could only imagine what was going on in there. The rest of the day went as scheduled, and I kept my enthusiasm at bay over what had happened. It seemed like, for the first time in what felt like a long time, I would feel comfortable going to high school. I couldn't be more wrong.

        Some time had passed. Nobody had heard from the school bully since my "plot" took place. Instead, most of the talk or "school gossip" revolved around the "new girl" in school. Some girls in the upper class were resentful of her while the freshmen and sophomore girls quietly feared her. All of the guys, however, wanted her. Personally, I knew nothing about her except that she reportedly got a private thrill keeping guys at arm's length, so to speak, and berating and belittling girls she considered inferior, compared to her. Then came the moment I thought would never happen: She came forward to oppose me.

          I was at my locker when it happened. The sound of stilettos became louder and louder with every second. She poked my shoulder, scaring me. As I turned around, I got a good look at her. The clothes she wore couldn't have possibly met the school dress code: What I thought was a blue, see-through crop top, combined with dolphin shorts. The pose she made, her manicured hands on her hips, and the stern look on her face spoke volumes. Maybe she didn't recognize me.

         "Uh...hi. Can I help you?" I said, sheepishly.

         "I feel like I should...know you or something." Her voice alone gave me chills, but in a good way. I can't explain it, but it reminded me of Alicia Silverstone's character in that movie, Clueless, except huskier. I was trying really hard not to, if I may, be erect.

         "Really?" I asked her, acting dumb. "How else do you feel?"

         "A part of me is telling me to stomp on you with my heels. Another part of me wants me to make you kiss my feet. I should be disgusted at the thought of that, but for some reason, I'm not."

         Something told me she wanted to do something to me, but something from within was holding her back. Then, a smile finally formed on her face. It was then and there that my heart sank.

         "I know! I think I'll make you do my homework for me. Yeah, that will be just the beginning. You, little boy, are going to do everything I say, and should you refuse, I can 'persuade' one of my male admirers to find you and hurt you. I think we have an understanding, don't we?" 

        Unable to think of any other options, I silently nodded. With my consent, she walked--or rather, strutted--away. As she did, I found myself unable to look away from her derriere. Time seemed to slow down as I kept on staring. Her tush was... big, to say the least. Those legs of hers were something to behold, too, especially her thighs. Maybe, doing her homework against my will wouldn't be too bad, if it meant looking at her for longer periods of time. Little did I know then how right she was. This was only the beginning.

        Ever since then, she has had me do more then just her homework. She's had me carry her backpack, read self-deprecating poetry in front of everyone, and even use me as a step-stool. I had back pain for days! Despite all the mistreatment, never did a trace of her original self appear. It was as if she had no memory of who she used to be, beefy, muscular in some places, and had a brutish face. This "replacement" was statuesque, thick in some places, and a flawless face. What made her a menace to my peers was her personality and behavior. It was like one school bully had been quickly replaced with another, albeit much more attractive. Nevertheless, it seemed like I was getting the worst of it, compared to others. In the end, virtually nothing had changed, regarding my high school predicament, except the gender of my tormentor, and if I acted out of turn or otherwise, did something wrong, she would send her "male admirers", as she called them, would hunt me down like a wanted criminal. It seems this particular adage fits my situation: Out with the old, in with the new.

Not a Soda

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

              Her hair seemingly appeared to go down to her derriere.

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

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

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

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

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

             "Cramps." I answered.

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

             "How?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

             "Neeeed...cooooock!"

Dream a Little ShapeShifter II

            Remember the story about what happened to a young man that subconsciously triggered ShapeShifter in his sleep? Well, this incident was not a lone event, a one-time thing, so to speak. It happened again elsewhere to another person. They got careless, fell asleep, had a vivid dream involving lust and sex, and triggered the ShapeShifter. When they woke up, this is what they looked like.

            The plain-looking woman, who will stay anonymous, had smuggled the transformation drug into a hotel she had checked into. She had a room all to herself because she didn't want anyone close to her knowing of her dirty secret. Now, she was ridiculously conservative, making sure to never show any skin when on business. However, that didn't mean that she didn't have her deep-seated fantasies. Sometimes, she would lie awake at night, unable to sleep because she couldn't help but dream of having the body of a supermodel. It got so bad, that every time she closed her eyes, all she saw were women in swimsuits with large-breasted bodies shaped like an hourglass. She needed relief before her own body gave up on her. In her frazzled mind, the only way was with ShapeShifter.

            "Just one time." She says to herself. "One time, and then, get rid of the stuff."

            That night, she quickly swallowed a pill. It was done, and all she had to do now was picture the kind of body she desired. However, no matter how hard she tried, no change to her body occurred. She couldn't understand it. She was certain she ingested the drug correctly. Alas, after some time had passed, nothing had happened. Eventually, she had given up. Defeated, she collapsed onto her hotel bed. Maybe therapy isn't such a bad idea after all, she thought.

            Eventually, the businesswoman fell asleep, the TV in her room still on. As she slept, however, the ShapeShifter finally reacted. It wasn't the way she planned it, but as her recurring dream took place, the unpredictable drug started to affect her small figure. Fortunately, she was in such a deep sleep that she didn't feel any pain. The skin on her arms started bubbling. Then, her short legs started to stretch and lengthen, making soft creaking sounds as they headed for the floor. Her thighs and calves were getting longer with every passing second. As that happened, her bob started to grow out, not stopping until reaching the small of her back. Her breasts ballooned in size to DD-cup size, popping some buttons on her blouse in the process. Her buttocks inflated, becoming as ample as her new mounds. The last of her changes came as her pale skin quickly tanned all over.

            As the next morning came, she felt off. She awakened to find long hairs in her face. She had slept on her sides, so she thought that was normal, but then, she looked down at her new, enlarged mounds. That would wake her up.

            "What on Earth?" She said, loudly. Her voice had changed as well, becoming more seductive. "My voice!"

            At the sound of her new voice, she jolted out of bed and rushed to the bathroom, not realizing she was taller. She was unprepared for what she would see in the mirror: A well-endowed, long-legged, statuesque drink of water. She stood like a statue, staring at her reflection and admiring her new figure. It never occurred to her that the ShapeShifter she had taken the night before had done its work. She was too lost in her new appearance to realize it. Subconsciously, her hands went to her massive breasts, fondling them. She smiled, seemingly forgetting the events of last night.

            "I look--look--like I could use a man by my side." As she spoke that last sentence, the ShapeShifter pill pulled one last move: Distorting her mind, creating a second personality. This persona was not as stuffy, nor as straight-laced. She was much more of a free spirit, man-crazy, sex-crazy, and reckless. That poor woman never realized the potency of ShapeShifter, and as a result, she must now face the consequences, in the form of a malevolent man-chaser.  

The Shoe-niverse: Golden

            See those golden shoes she's wearing? Before she first put those on, she looked nothing like this long-legged wonder. She was under five feet in height, wore thick-rimmed glasses, had frizzy, crimson red hair, a freckled face, and knobby knees. No boy would go near her and the popular girls looked down on her, insulting her with every opportunity possible. She didn't like being photographed because she was painfully self-conscious. That is why it's impossible to believe that this thing of beauty and that homely girl are one and the same. Well, those are not ordinary pumps. She found those heels in what we call "The Shoe-niverse". 

            The homely girl had woken up in a gigantic library, but it was no ordinary library. There were no books in it, only shoes.

            High heels, stilettos, flats, ballet slippers, you name it, they were there in little cubby holes. There were knee-high boots, thigh-high boots, combat boots, cowboy and cowgirl boots, and platform boots. Shoes of all sorts filled the room, and the girl was at a loss for words. All she could do was look around in absolute awe of the place.

            "Welcome, child." Came a woman's sultry voice from nowhere.

           "Who said that?" The girl, terribly shaken, squealed.

            "Do not fear." Went the voice. "You will not be harmed. I only wish to help you."

            "Help me how?" The girl asked in fear.

            "Do you wish to be more attractive? More popular?"

            "Well, I would like to be taller." The girl answered.

            "Then follow my voice." Went the voice. "I will guide you,"

            The girl, despite her misgivings, did as she was told and walked in the direction of the voice seemingly from nowhere. She walked in the directions the voice gave her, repeating every moment, "You need not hesitate. You will be okay." Eventually, the voice led the girl to a pair of golden pumps.

             "These heels will give you what you desire: A better body. You will have the height to intimidate your rivals and, at the same time, mesmerize men. Your face will be flawless. Your body will be irresistible to many. You will undoubtedly be the center of attention after you have worn these heels for the first time."

             "I don't know." The girl was understandably hesitant.

              "I assure you that no harm will come to you." The soothing woman's voice responded.

              Ironically, that sultry, ethereal voice did nothing to ease the girl's fears. Nevertheless, she had no other reasonable options, and she didn't dare upset what she thought was an omnipresent figure, so she slipped her feet into the golden heels. After a few minutes of silence and no results, the voice spoke again.

            "Do not despair, dear child. You will have your reward in due time. I guarantee that you shall not be disappointed."

            With those last words, the library was instantly clouded in a blinding light. The girl stood helpless and screamed in fear. Suddenly, as soon as it happened, the blinding light was gone and the homely girl was back in her bedroom, still in her pajamas and still wearing those golden heels. Part of her wanted to believe that it was all a dream, but then, she looked down at the heels, which convinced her otherwise. Little did she know, however, that things would only get stranger still.

            The moment she took her first step in those heels, she felt an uncomfortable tingling all over. She couldn't stop trembling as she began to panic. Suddenly, her "tree stump" legs began making a creaking sound.

*𝐶𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑒𝑒𝑒𝑒𝑒𝑎𝑎𝑎𝑎𝑘*

            "Ahhhh! My legs!" She squealed. "What's happening to my legs?"

            Slowly, the muscles in her calves and thighs lengthened to supermodel proportions. They seemed to be four feet in length. No way these are my legs, she thought. While she kept feeling her new, longer legs, she felt her thighs thicken, becoming bigger in area. Then, her frizzy red hair straightened before growing down her back and covering her face, all while turning blonde from the root. Her unimpressive bosom, which was A-cup size, then began to swell up. With every passing second, they became bigger and bigger, stretching out her shirt until they stopped at DD-cup size. Frightened out of her mind, all the transforming girl could say was, "What's going on?" She rushed for her bathroom, being careful not to stumble or trip over her new stalks. As she reached the mirror, she watched as her freckles disappeared, one by one. The last of her changes came in the form of her face and head painfully reshaping. Her jaw cracked, her forehead bulged, and her lips swelled. At last, the pain was gone and it seemed that the changes were over.

            "What just happened?" Even her voice was not her own anymore. "My--my voice!"

            Her voice had become foreign, alien, alluring, husky, hypnotizing. It was the kind of voice that would make men feel like gelatin below their waist. She was still taking it in when she remembered the golden heels she still had on. They had to have been responsible for her sudden metamorphosis.

            "What did these shoes do to me?" She asked herself, looking down at her feet. "I look like I walked out of a magazine. It this what I really asked for? Is this what guys like in a woman? And why do I feel so...so...sexy?"

            The mental changes were starting. It wouldn't be long before her self-consciousness turned into full-blown narcissism. It would start with selfies every hour of every day. Then, it would turn into other people taking photos of her. Only when she had to sleep is when she would take them off, not even when she was... having at it in a bedroom, so to speak. The golden heels she picked out from "The Shoe-niverse" had changed her, although not necessarily for the better.

What Daughter Doesn't Know

              You wouldn't believe it but just an hour ago, this babe was some girl's mother.

            Before turning into this, she had wrinkles, some gray hairs here and there amongst her brown locks, the curse of all people going into their middle age. She had planned to clean up her genius daughter's bedroom upon seeing the disaster area it appeared to be. There were boxes and papers all over the room. She didn't dare move, lest she step on anything that could make her slip and fall. The moment she bent over to grab something, however, something else caught her eye in the form of a vial.

            It appeared to have some kind of light blue liquid in it. The light it emitted mesmerized her. It was as if her mind went completely blank. A few more steps and she was at the table. Lost in her trance, she subconsciously drank the mysterious liquid. It was only afterwards that the trance was lifted and she regained her senses. Only then did she realize what she had done.

            "Oh no." She said in a hushed tone. "Oh God. What did I just do?! What was that stuff?! I need to call Poison Control!"

            But before she could reach a phone, the liquid's effects already began taking effect. She clutched her stomach as it gurgled very loudly. Falling to her knees, she groaned as she felt goosebumps all over her body.

            I think I'm dying, she thought.

            Unbeknownst to her, she wasn't dying. Quite the opposite, in fact. She was getting younger. The wrinkles on her face and hands had vanished. The gray hairs were gone as well, but they didn't turn brown. Instead, they became blonde hairs, but then, the rest of her hair turned blonde, before cascading down her back. The "muffin top", the fat surrounding her stomach that she couldn't get rid of, melted away with only a few, long slurps.

            *𝑠𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝𝑝*            *𝑠𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝𝑝*            *𝑠𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑟𝑝𝑝*

            Just like that, she had the waist she wanted: An hourglass. Her stomach had become flat, but she was in no condition to celebrate. Next, her skin cleared as any and all imperfections on her body just faded into oblivion. As she continued to clutch her body, her fingernails suddenly elongated until they could only be described as the unmanicured talons of a bird. Her derriere and breasts, which were sagging in some areas, regained the very large shape and size of her younger days. If her daughter had come in at that moment, she would have seen her mother regressing in age. Eventually, the pain went away, and she could breathe easily again. Slowly getting to her feet, she stumbled, one step at a time, to her bathroom to get a good look at herself. Once she was at the mirror, she froze at the sight of her transformed face and body.

            She placed her unmanicured hands on her large mounds. They were as big as over-inflated beach balls. Next, she moved her hands to her rear end. She couldn't turn around to see the whole thing, but she could tell it had become quite wide. A quick turn to her side further cemented her fascination...fascination with herself. Her figure was made for lust and envy. She had gone from middle-aged and frumpy to young and gorgeous. Then, it finally dawned on her: Her daughter. What would she tell her? How would she explain her new appearance? Would she believe anything that she told her? Then suddenly...

            "Wait a minute. What am I thinking?" Even her voice was different: Young but almost haughty, prideful. "I--I--don't have to tell her anything. What I do is my business."

            The liquid she drank did more than make her young again. It also seemed to rewire her mind, making her behave like a typical teenage girl, albeit full of herself, narcissistic, and catty. It was still the girl's mother inside, but the liquid distorted her thinking. She actually thought and felt that she was a teenager again, and she was determined to make the most of it. There was no telling if the changes were permanent or temporary. Either way, she wasn't going to sit around, crying with regret. She was going to have some fun, the kind of fun she hadn't had in years. If her daughter started asking questions, then as far as she was concerned, that wasn't her problem. What daughter doesn't know, she thought, doesn't bother me... not anymore.

The Green Comet: Fashionista

               I'm...not very fashionable. None of my shirts are small enough to reveal any skin and they're either plaid or have nothing on them at all. My big-boned body didn't help matters either. All the exercise I got didn't change a thing. It seemed like I was doomed to be an unfashionable whale. Then, one night, I saw something in the sky.

              It looked like a falling star but green. I heard that if you make a wish on a falling star, your wish comes true. But I believed that was just a myth. On the other hand, I could wish to be a fit "fashionista" with a body meant for style. With literally nothing to lose, I made my wish silently. I made sure not to get my hopes up. If only I knew then what I know now. 

              As I slept that night, I was awakened by a sudden pain in my stomach. I thought it was heartburn. Stumbling out of bed, I slowly made my way to the bathroom. I reached the mirror in time to witness something that my eyes go wide. All the fat from my stomach either relocated to my breasts or melted away altogether. Subsequently, my waist caved in on its sides. In mere seconds, I had an hourglass for a waist.

              The next part of my impromptu transformation came when my legs suddenly elongated, making me much taller. It sounded like the creaking of my basement door as it opened or closed. Then, my "double chin" disappeared as the globs of fat on my face also melted. I didn't dare pinch even though I thought I was dreaming. Finally, I watched a tan form on my arms before covering my whole body. It was only mere minutes, but it felt like an eternity to me.

             Just what did I make my wish on? I still don't know, to this day. Regardless, I had a brand new body and it reeked of sexy. The first chance I got, I headed straight for the nearest fashion outlet, because there was no way any of my current clothes were going to fit me now. I had to use cash because I didn't want my purchase of all these new clothes to be found out by anyone, especially my parents. Nobody could possibly deny now that I had the body for modeling and runways, and this fashionista certainly hopes that this isn't temporary.