The Green Comet

          A look through a telescope had a pair of college-age boys looking at a green comet soaring through the nighttime sky.

          One suggested making a wish, akin to a falling star. The other boy didn't believe in such things. He thought such things only happened on TV and in movies. He was one of those skeptics who had to actually witness something to believe it. Naturally, his friend had a more positive attitude.

         "Come on, man." He said. "Haven't you wished on a falling star before? Give it a try. Who knows when you'll get another chance like this again, if ever?"

         Little did he know that his friend HAD made his wish. He just didn't dare tell him, especially given what it was. Instead, he chose to remain silent and his pal in the dark. When all was said and done, the boys went their separate ways for the night. Neither had any idea of how that green comet would upend their lives.

        The next morning, one boy made his way to the home of the other. The front door was strangely unlocked. The boy knew right away that something was wrong, but he was not prepared for what he would find in the kitchen. To his absolute shock, a very shapely, very chesty stranger in lingerie was in his friend's kitchen.

        "Who are you and who let you in here?!" He asked incredulously.

        "I go by the name of Aletta. Aletta Ocean." The gorgeous woman answered. "And you are?"

        Before he answered, he put two and two together and realized that his friend HAD made a wish after all. His friend had wished to be this famed adult film actress. Not be like her, not to possess her or something, but actually BE her. Now, this young lad was at a loss for words as to how he would explain this to anyone, let alone his friend's family. It seemed that his friend believed what he told him about making a wish on that green comet. However, it remains a mystery as to how long the effects will last, if they ever wear off at all.

He's Gone

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

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

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

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

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

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

        Embarrassed, I just nodded ashamedly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fur Better Or Worse

            I couldn't believe it. Yet, there it was, the fur jacket that once belonged to my horrible stepmother. I never saw her without it, and I remember her always rubbing her manicured hands on the fur. She treated that fur jacket better than she treated me. When my dad first met her, she was wearing that jacket. He fell hard and fast for her. Every date they went on, she wore that fur jacket. She once said that the fur was fake, but I didn't believe a thing out of her lying mouth. Then, they got married, and my life went in the toilet.

            With every chance she got, she ordered me around. I was treated more like a servant than a child. It left me disheartened that my dad was too blinded by love to see this homewrecking harpy for what she was, pure evil with an hourglass body and thick thighs. I tried to hide my enthusiasm when my dad and I learned that she was killed in a traffic accident. She couldn't be buried with the jacket, so we were stuck with it.

            I had my own plans for the jacket, but I made the mistake of telling a friend and confidant about it first. She never knew what it was like to wear a fur jacket. If only I realized sooner that she was more impressionable than I thought.

            "What's so bad about it?" She asked me. "Seems harmless. You'd think that this was the source of your stepmom's power over you."

            I honestly thought that the fur jacket was the source of her power, given that she wore it everywhere she went. She seemed inseparable from it. She even wore it when out grocery shopping. Meanwhile, I was so caught up in my thoughts, I didn't notice my friend trying on the fur.

            My friend called out for me and blurted out, "Before you do anything, I'm going to wear this around for a while, just to know what it's like."

            What upset me was not that she said it, but that she said it with authority, that she was telling me, not asking me. I wanted to tell her off but before I could, she took off with the jacket. I hadn't seen her since. All this time, I thought she would eventually return it or, at the very least, call me so I can take it back. Instead, I saw an absolute doppelgänger of my dead ex-stepmother before me, clad in only the jacket, lingerie, and stilettos.

             "Surprised?" She asked me. Her voice sounded so weird. It was a distorted mixture of hers and my friend's. "I suppose you thought that I was some ordinary fur jacket, didn't you? Well, your friend was easily surprised when she discovered my power for herself. If only you were here to see how easily she was swayed. As soon as she rubbed her plump fingers on me, she saw what I was capable of as those fingers became thinner and manicured. The rest of her physical transformation would quickly follow. Then, once she got a good look at her--OUR new body, she realized what your departed stepmother had learned long ago, that I could not only change her body but give her power over others. Now, I doubt she will remove me voluntarily, even for you. She and I are one, dare I say it, fur better or worse."

            I stood there, dumbfounded, as the fur jacket with seemingly a life of its own and the person that wore it laughed at my expense. It never occurred to me that this thing of fashion had sentience, let alone the power to change a person's body. Nobody but my friend and I knew what this thing was capable of, and nobody would believe it. I was at a loss for words as this abomination took control of someone I trusted and got away with it, like she--it said, fur better or worse.

Caught In The Storm

            What kind of storm did we have last night? I don't think I've ever seen red lightning before. Like an idiot, I didn't think there would be rain when I saw dark clouds in the sky, so I didn't bring an umbrella with me to work. The thunderstorm had started not long before I punched out. I had to run for my car to keep from getting completely soaked. As if getting caught in the storm wasn't enough, what I saw on the way home was beyond belief.

            The pouring rain looked red in color. Red rain drops? That sort of thing could only happen in science fiction, and yet, here it was. Red rain drops, red lightning bolts, everything was red. Even the stains on my dress shirt were red. I was never happier when I finally got home. Of course, I got soaked again running to the front door. After taking off all my wet clothes, I went on with my day, thinking nothing would come from getting drenched in red rain. If only I knew then what I know now.

            Last night would be the last night I spent as a man. I was jolted awake by agonizing pain all over my body. It was like I was being punctured by several little needles. I could feel my skin bubbling all over. I flipped over in my bed as I actually felt my spine compressing, making me feel shorter. From my peripherals, I noticed my hands shrinking, while my trimmed fingernails actually grew longer in just seconds, looking like a bird's claws. I screamed out as bones moved around in my back, which then caved inward. The fat around my waist suddenly melted away. Then, I felt my hip bones move crack outward. Flipping back around, I noticed some hair in my face. Apparently, my hair was also growing abnormally fast, though not as fast as the pair of mounds growing on my chest. There was some more unbearable pain from below as I actually felt my "machinery" shrinking and receding inside of me. I could actually feel it turning into a woman's "machinery". Officially, I was no longer male.

            At last, after what felt like forever, it was all over. I could breathe again, but I didn't hear my own voice anymore. A woman's voice came out of me. I held my hand to my throat. There was no lump there. My legs felt numb as I hobbled very slowly to my bathroom. As I finally reached the mirror, I saw a young and very busty girl looking back at me. I was too weak to scream. All I could do was stare at my reflection and feel myself all over. That was when everything went dark.

            This is who I am now; Although, I still see bits and pieces of my previous life in my dreams, sometimes. As a man, I was a pencil-pusher in a cubicle. Now, I get money as a social media favorite and influence. Not only that, I get to parade around in a bikini all I want. Nobody seems to notice or care about his "absence". Nevertheless, one thing still bothers me: What kind of storm did we have last night?

Return of the Cougar Heels

              Remember "Cougar Heels"? Well, they never really left. But remember that they turn anyone into a well-endowed, lust-crazed cougar, regardless of gender? That certainly hasn't changed. One young blonde will learn this for herself very soon.

              She was out shopping when a pair of "Cougar Heels" caught her eye. The woman, who had just graduated from college, went wide-eyed at the sight of the stylish--and seemingly innocent--pumps. On her, they were sure to attract a lot of boys, while making other girls jealous. She wasted no time in paying for them and taking them straight home to try on. Once home, the first thing she did was drop everything else she bought on her shopping spree, just so she could focus on her new "Cougar Heels". To her enjoyment, they fit her perfectly, but she unknowingly sealed her fate.

             The very next day, she wore the heels while out with two friends, one raven-haired and the other a redhead, shooting the breeze. They were eyeing men the men around them at the local mall they frequented. This would be where the first of her changes would take place. As a pair of boys, much younger than any of the trio, walked by, the blonde found herself staring longingly at them, subconsciously fantasizing of her sucking off one boy while humping the other. It wasn't until one of her gal pals snapped her fingers in her face that she realized what she was doing.

             "Hey. You all right?" Asked the raven-haired one.

             "Wha--?" The blonde was still in a daze from being lost in her fantasy.

             "You totally zoned out on us. What were you looking at, anyway?"

             "Uh...A...cute purse." She lied. "Some girl was carrying a cute purse with 'Hello Kitty' on it."

             "Aren't you a little too old to still be into Hello Kitty?" Asked the redhead, sardonic in her tone.

             "You are NEVER too old for Hello Kitty!" She retorted, trying to save face.

             Her pals just looked on, dumbfounded by her sudden, strange actions. The truth was that she couldn't explain it because she didn't know how it happened. She just turned to look at them and suddenly, thoughts of sex popped into her mind. It couldn't have been lack of sleep. The smartest thing she could do was act like it was nothing. Still, she wouldn't be able to "explain it away" much longer.

             The days go by and the young blonde's changes would get stranger and stranger still. Her next changes in the form of thicker thighs. She had trouble with putting her jeans on, unable to get them past her thighs, which she never realized were gradually getting bigger in size. At times, she even ripped a few pairs. She mistakenly thought she was getting fat when that was not the case. Though her thighs wouldn't be the only part of her getting bigger.

             Some more days passed, and she eventually noticed her breasts looked bigger in size. With every day, it seemed that her chest grew a couple of inches. She stretched out some of her shirts trying to make them fit. There were even some moments where they grew bigger out of the blue, not that she ever saw it happen. By the time they stopped growing, they were humongous. Anyone could say that they were fake or full of plastic, but they were all natural. The "Cougar Heels", however, were not done changing their owner.

            During that time, she started to think less of her future and more about sex and her appearance. Just the thought of having her way with a younger man seemed to make her...moist. Yet, she couldn't help herself. It was the power of the heels, and it was potent. Eventually, her nails, which had become talon-like, were not enough to satisfy her carnal needs. She needed a man, and she needed one now.

            A phone call to the neighbor next door, and the young lad came over in minutes. She told the boy a fib that she needed help gardening. In reality, she wanted to be planted herself. She knew he was into women with big breasts, and she used this weakness to her advantage. As the lad entered her bedroom, he came across her in a form-fitting robe. She made no attempt to hide her huge cleavage. The boy was immediately mesmerized.

            His manhood slowly began to harden. At the sight of this, the busty being undid the knot holding her robe. His eyes went wide at the sight of her hourglass figure. Sans those heels, she was stark naked. To him, however, she was flawless, from her breasts to her wide hips, and when she turned around to give him a good look at her derriere, he came close to drooling. She slowly sauntered over to her wide bed and lay down.

            In a mesmerizing, husky voice, she said, "Well, aren't you coming over?"

            The boy became hard right then and there. Once she was all over him, he was in heaven. Some neighbors complained of several loud, feminine moans and a woman's screams of pleasure coming from the house. To the woman making all that noise, their complaints meant nothing. What she wanted was all that mattered, and she wanted sex. It also didn't matter where she got it from, as long as the male partner was younger than her. It was the potent power of the "Cougar Heels".

The Shoe-niverse: Mommy Becomes Mistress

              The scene: A mysterious library filled from top to bottom with shoes. The only person there: An exasperated mother of two rebellious teenagers. She remembers going to sleep in her own bed, so she was naturally horrified when she awakened somewhere else. Where she woke up, there were shoes all over the place. There were stilettos, pumps, flats, mary janes, shoes of all sorts and sizes. Shoes for women with dainty feet and those for women who have huge feet. However, the mother who was all alone there was paralyzed in fear, unable to make any sense or rational thought of what was happening to her.

              Suddenly, a calming, albeit ethereal voice spoke from nowhere.

              "Do not be alarmed. You will not be harmed here."

              "Who was that?"

              "Who I am does not matter. But who do you want to be?"

              "Well. I don't know if I should tell you if I can't see you."

              "Nothing you say will leave these hallowed halls. You may answer my question."

              "I...would like to be more assertive. I want my children to respect me. I want nobody to challenge me ever again. I want to be dominant, I want to be the only one in charge, of my home, of my family, of everything! I want to be power personified."

              The distraught mother found herself spilling her guts to a voice from nowhere. She didn't want to but once she started, it was like she lost all self-control. Her emotional well-being was so bad, she had become so vulnerable, that she would open up to anyone with a kind heart and open ear. In this case, it happened to be an unknown entity. Eventually, the voice spoke to stop the woman from going any further.

              "You have made your point quite well." It said. "You wish to regain the status quo in your abode, to regain emotional and mental security, and to be dominant in your familial relationships. I respect your wishes. Follow my voice down these halls. I will guide you to what you need."

              She did as she was told and followed the voice down a hallway. Wearing only her nightgown, her feet felt the frigid floor beneath her. She felt a breeze as she kept on walking until the voice said, "Stop here. Look to your left. That pair of heels there."

              The voice continued, "Here are the shoes that will help you regain stability in your life. Do not let their appearance mislead you. They are quite potent."

              "But--How do I know I can trust you?"

              "Many before you have asked that question. I assure you that I have your best interests at heart. Take those stilettos, put them on, and you will have the power you deeply desire."

              Reluctantly, she did as she was told and took the heels off their post. She found a nearby seat and tried them on. After a few minutes of waiting, the mother became disheartened. The voice, however, said, "Change will come when the time is right. Only then will you have the power you desire. You will not be disappointed for long."

              Suddenly, the huge library was filled with bright light, blinding the woman. Then, as fast as it appeared, the blinding light was gone, and the mother was back in her home, her living room, to be more precise. She didn't know whether to be relieved or remain worried. However, she then noticed that she was still wearing those stilettos. The words of the voice from the library still echoed in her head.

              "Change will come when the time is right."

              Looking at a nearby clock, she saw that it was close to 3:30 pm, around the time her teenage children came home from high school. They would be home at any minute. But just as she got up to get dressed, she was overcome by a trembling feeling in her legs. Looking down, she watched in shock as her waifish legs suddenly thickened in several places, especially her thighs which simply ballooned in size. The impromptu change left her speechless, but they were just starting.

              Her mousy brown hair grew like a weed down her back, before straightening and turning blonde while staying dark at the root. Next, her breasts, which were rather small, immediately ballooned to ample, D-cup size. Her waist then caved in, making a very loud crunch, while her hips flared out at the same time. What came next left her awestruck. Her arms, from out of nowhere, gained a tan that spread to her whole body.

              The last of her changes were not physical but mental. Thoughts and visions of her crushing her husband and son's "machinery" and whipping her daughter in several places ran rampant through her head. The sight of her treating her own flesh and blood so sadistically actually gave her joy. She couldn't help but crack a smile as she imagined her new heels crushing her son's "nutshell", simply for talking back to her. This wasn't her, but she was too lost in euphoric bliss to care. This was what the voice must have been talking about when it said that change would come when the time was right. To her unexpected delight, she found herself enjoying these changes. She even heard herself giggling with warped, malevolent glee. Her children would receive a scary surprise when they walked through their front door.

              As the door opened, they found their mother in sexy lingerie, one sharp heel on their coffee table and waiting to strike like a lion hungry for fresh prey. Things were, indeed, going to be much better for this mother-turned-mistress.

              "Hello, children, or should I say, pets. Welcome home to your new Mistress."