No Ordinary Storm

            It all started with an extraordinary thunderstorm. The lightning bolts that shot out were red in color. They were nowhere and everywhere. People unfortunate to be outside during this storm were zapped by these bolts, rendering them unconscious, but surprisingly not dead. However, that was just the beginning. These oddly colored lightning bolts also caused a strange metamorphosis in the victims.

           These victims didn't realize it but by being zapped, their DNA was altered via their 23rd chromosome. If it was XY, then it warped into an XX, and vice versa.

           One such victim went through his transformation in the middle of the night. He was jolted awake by sudden pains in his abdomen. When he looked, he found his legs slowly extending in length, to his horror. The hair on them then fell off. They had become long, waifish, and sexy. He then watched as his fingers became smaller, thinner, daintier. He stumbled to his bathroom as the hair on his head started growing unnaturally fast. By the time he reached his bathroom, it grew down to his waist. He backed up to a wall as breasts suddenly ballooned on his chest, growing until they were DD-cup size.

           The pain continued as his hips cracked outward to childbearing size. As fat from his waist either melted away or relocated to his thighs and buttocks, his torso lengthened, becoming quite toned and looking very sexy. While his face became like clay, moving by itself, his manhood began to shrink. He couldn't even scream in pain as the transformation finally ended. The transformed woman--buxom, leggy, thick in the right places--opened her eyes as she got back her bearings. She looked in the mirror and, still unable to scream, she examined her new body. The victim may have a female in appearance now, but they retained their male mind, a mind that was now at a loss for ideas.

           Some time has passed since, and the victim is still coming to terms with wearing heels and women's clothing. They're hoping and praying for the day that some kind of medical miracle will come and change his gender back. Until then, he--she will remain as she is, forced to cope with wolves and male gaze everywhere she goes. However, it's not just her. There are several others who share her fate. Some were female and are now coping with life as men. Needless to say, they weren't coping well either. Nevertheless, it may not be the last time anyone goes through this. After all, that was certainly no ordinary storm, and one never knows if--or when--it will happen again.

Flaunt It

        This smiling face masks a dark heart and malicious personality.

        She wasn't always this way, though. She was innocent as a newborn. She was a virgin. She was also freckled and flat-chested. Nonetheless, she was happy with her life. Then, a group of haughty girls came along. They dressed in clothes that showed off their midriffs, cleavage, and long legs. These were clothes that couldn't possibly be allowed by the dress code. Upon reaching her, the girls all scowled in disgust.

        "Just look at her." One of them said.

        "She's U-G-L-Y!" Went another.

        "Don't worry, girls." Went a third. "The 'Society of Evie' can fix this."

        As she said that, the victim of their scorn felt a tingle all over her body.

        "I feel funny." She said.

        "Just relax." Said the third girl. "It's only temporary, and you'll love what happens to you."

        As if on cue, her flat chest slowly ballooned to mammoth size. Her freckles vanished, one by one. The fat surrounding her stomach moved to her thighs and derriere. The sudden transformation would end with her face reshaping into a picture of flawlessness.

        "How do you feel now?" The third girl asked.

        With stars in her eyes, the transformed girl uttered, "How--How--How did you make me so hot?"

        "Don't question it. Just enjoy it and flaunt it."

        And flaunt it, she did. Everywhere she went, she wore anything that would show off her massive cleavage. She had anyone male gazing and drooling over her, wanting to be with her. Alas, their feelings are unrequited, for she only loved herself and money. They, alone, were the two qualities required to be a member of the "Society of Evie".

Me as an Alpha

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

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

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

*𝐶𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑘* *𝐶𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑘*

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

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

 

Aphrodite Addict

          I lost my daughter to Aphrodite. It all happened so suddenly to me. One second, I'm shopping with my teenage daughter when a scarcely-dressed young girl surprised us. She held a bottle in her ridiculously-manicured nails. She insisted that we take it, maintaining a dazed, wide-eyed look on her face. I thought she was on something.

         As my daughter took the bottle, the girl just walked away in ridiculously high heels. When we returned home, my daughter's thoughts returned to that bottle. Then, before I could stop her, she sprayed herself. Her changes were almost immediate. All I could do was stare on, dumbfounded as my child morphed before my eyes. I thought I felt my heart skip a beat when I saw two breasts suddenly grow to massive size on her chest. When it ended, a buxom young lady stood in a tattered shirt where my daughter was moments ago.

         I would eventually learn that it warped her mind as much as it greatly did her body. She became a party girl, going out every single night. I've had many sleepless nights, going out of my mind in fear of my child's safety. When I finally confronted her, she just gave me attitude and then, an obscene gesture. I was livid! She no longer saw me as her mother but as some kind of a bank. Since then, she has been posting photos of herself for the world to see, drinking, flaunting her body, and in bed with men of all kinds. She even had the colossal nerve to steal my credit card to buy more of that Aphrodite.

          As a mother, I offer only a warning: Never let your daughter get ahold of Aphrodite. Once they spray themselves, whether by accident or on purpose, there's no going back. They're sure to become obsessed with maintaining their new appearance and possibly, their new lifestyle, at the expense of your own. I haven't seen my daughter since then, and I wish she hadn't taken that bottle. I should have realized sooner that something was off about that young lady. She turned my daughter into an "Aphrodite Addict".

 

Never Play Pool With Witches

           Have you ever come across a witch who happened to be a pool shark?

          This deluded fool did.

          He was so cocky that he made the mistake of challenging one to a game. He felt he had her pinned until a trick shot from her caught him off guard. Once she had control, she never gave it up. He lost and as a result, lost his manhood too. Not right away, mind you. The changes took place in his sleep; He--She would get a very rude awakening.

         The changes began with his loss of body hair. Next was the shrinking of his body and especially, his muscles. His "most precious' muscle would be the last to go. Then came the flaring of his hips and thickening of his thighs. His hair grew wild and unkempt. Lastly, he would grow some rather ample breasts. They may have been modest, but the cleavage would be anything but. By the time he--rather, she--woke up, nothing of the man would exist any longer. This should serve as a lesson to all men who think too highly of themselves: Never play pool with a witch, especially if they're pool sharks. I should know. I'm the one who defeated him.

Fantasy Girl

           "Sorry. There's nobody here who wants a nobody like you here."

            She didn't recognize me anymore. It was like an alien or something. I had no choice but to give up and walk away, let she sic security on me. I don't know what happened or how it happened. Also, would you believe me if I told you that this well-endowed babe was once my very MALE best friend? Well, it started out like this.

            We made our way to this strange place, the "Fantasy Hotels". Somehow, we were given tickets that could be used in lieu of money we didn't have. As we got settled, I found myself picking up where I left off back home: Moping about how I had trouble getting girls. I seemed to strike out every time I got near one. It had driven me to the point where I only had fantasies to keep me happy. Like an idiot, I shared my latest fantasy girl with my roommate.

           "What a view." I said to him. "I've give anything to have a girl to share this view with. It would be her and me only."

           "Not this again." I heard him grumble. I was in too good a mood, so I let his rudeness pass.

           "I'm serious, man. Think about it. As the moon rises in the sky, she and I will be going at it in bed. She's riding me while I just stare at her big, bouncing boobs. Her blonde hair is going down to just past her shoulders, and she's too lost in lust to care."

           I was so lost in my sex fantasy that I didn't realize that my friend was changing to match my description. His hair had started growing unnaturally fast, growing down to past his shoulders. As I kept dreaming, he complained about feeling himself getting shorter. At the time, I thought he was just trying to get my attention. Then, he said something about feeling his chest blowing up. I had my eyes closed so I didn't see him growing two bountiful breasts underneath his shirt, which was getting too small for him. Then, for some reason, I heard gurgling.

           "Ugghh. What did I eat yesterday?" He groaned.

           In reality, his potbelly stomach was reshaping, with fat either relocating to his bottom and thighs or melting outright. What was left was a toned midsection that I would have gawked at for hours. When I finally came back to Earth, I said, "Well, I can't get anything by dreaming. Wanna go find some...food?"

           The person I was looking at was not my friend but an attractive girl that stood in his place. Her face was flawless, but I couldn't see the rest of her because she was wearing clothes that were ridiculously baggy on her. She looked like she had stars in her eyes, staring into space. Finally, I said, "Hey. Are you still there?"

           "Where--am I?" She blinked rapidly. I didn't know what just happened or if she was genuinely in a daze. All I knew was that just minutes ago, she didn't exist, but I also didn't have a boner either. I introduced myself, told her that she was at a place called "Fantasy Hotels", and helped her out of those baggy clothes. What I saw remains etched into my brain.

           Her body was perfect! The boobs had to be at DD-cup size. Her hair was long, silky, and curly. She had an hourglass body to go with her flawless face. Everything about her was flawless. Then, it finally hit her: She was only wearing boxers! Even those looked like they were too big. She quickly covered her nipples while trying to keep the boxers from falling to the floor. I didn't want her thinking that I was some kind of creep, so I rushed to find something for her to wear. Running to the closet, all I saw was a one-piece swimsuit. To our surprise, it fit perfectly.

           "Thanks." She said. "Look. I don't know what's going on and I... really don't know who I am, but I really appreciate what you're doing for me."

           "Thank you." I responded.

           "Hey. Is there some place where I can get a drink?"

           So, like a good boyfriend would, I guided her as we searched for a bar or any place that sold drinks. We talked, shared some martinis, and shot the breeze. I don't know what magic was floating around here, but I didn't want to change a thing. Besides, I could have accidentally changed myself into a girl, for all I knew. When night fell, we returned to our room and I told her, "I hope we stay together for a while." If only I was prepared for the next day.

           When I was finally able to conquer my hangover, I checked the other bed to see if my transformed roommate was still asleep. But when I moved the sheets, I found nothing. She was gone! I was beside myself. What could have happened to her? I hope she didn't vanish into thin air. I searched for her all over the hotel grounds. Finally, just when I was about to give up, I see a girl relaxing by a pool who looked like her.

           In desperation, I rush over for a closer look. To my joy, it was her! She was inches from the pool on some big pillow, wearing stilettos, pink fishnets, and little else above. I tried to stay calm but it was difficult, given the unnatural circumstances. I asked her what was she doing and got a bizarre response.

           "I'm sorry. Do I know you?"

           "I'm the guy responsible for what you look like right now. You were a dude until I opened my big mouth."

           "Yeah, I really don't know what you're talking about. And what do you mean I was a boy before?"

           "I think it has to do with this hotel. I think it's some kind of magic that changed you."

           "Now I know you're crazy. Hotels, magic, boys turning into girls...*pfft*...please."

           She wouldn't believe me. I had only one card left to play.

           "Do you at least remember the martinis we shared?"

           "Me?! Share a martini with you?! With your plain face? Why would a beautiful thing like me want to share a martini with a nobody like you?"

           The moment she started laughing, I had given up.

           "Sorry. There's nobody here who wants a nobody like you here."

           That brings me back to where I am now. Not only have I lost a friend, but I lost the totally hot girl he turned into. Now, I'm all alone in my hotel room, wondering where I went wrong. I never thought that my dream would come to life so quickly and go South even quicker. She looked sexy in those fishnets, too.