The Great Shift: Cute free porn video
My first Great Shift story didn't go over too well because I had it too
cluttered, and with not enough attention on the main character, so I decided to
do another one, without the clutter.
Great Shift: Cute
By Morpheus
I screamed at my sister Allie to get out of my room, slamming the
door as she raced out. Angrily, I locked it, sitting back down. Just because I
was moving out in the fall was no reason for her to keep barging into my
room already.
My name is Steven Farrel, and I'm a 19 year old, going to college in
the fall. I'd taken a year off from school after I graduated, saving up some
money for when I finally went. Now that I was about to leave, my parents
had promised my sister Allie that she could have my room when I'm gone,
since its a bit bigger than hers.
But Allie kept acting like it was hers already, and barging in on me. It
annoyed me, but what was I going to do. She was only 12 years old, and I
wasn't about to pick on her. I only wanted to be left alone.
I watched out the window as Allie got on her bike and rode off,
heading over to the swimming pool to meet up with a couple of her friends.
Relaxing a little, I started getting ready for work, putting my pizza delivery
shirt on. I know, it isn't a great job, but you'd be amazed at some of the tips.
Unfortunately, it isn't very busy during the day, so I knew that I wouldn't
get many tips till around dinner time.
Running down to my little Geo, I hopped in and drove to work.
Smiling, I counted the money the woman had given me, happy at the
size of the tip. Delivering a half dozen pizzas to a kids birthday party though,
usually does bring in a few extra bucks. And I was the driver who was lucky
enough to get this one.
Quickly, I hurried back, to pick up the next delivery. As I was turning
a corner, the Great Shift hit. I didn't know what it was at the time of course,
but I felt a sudden twisting inside my head, a gut wrenching sensation that
made everything black out, for just a second.
I came to again, then shook my head, looking around. I was still
sitting in a car, but it wasn't my car. I was stopped stoplight, I noticed, then I
looked out, seeing cars stopped everywhere, or crashed into each other. It
was horrible.
I opened the door, hopping out in horror, seeing a dead woman
hanging half out of her window just across from me, where she'd went head
first into another car. I shuddered, seeing similar things up and down the
street. Horrified, all I could do was stare. I was so stunned, that it took me
several minutes before I realized that something was wrong with me.
It had been confusing enough to find myself suddenly in someone
else's car, but I noticed, almost distanced from all the shock around me, that I
seemed to be in someone else's body too. I looked at my hands, seeing how
small they looked, noticing a small feminine watch on my wrist, and a nice
ring on one of my fingers. Or whoever's fingers they really were.
I was so stunned, the full impact didn't hit me. All I could do was
look over my body, realizing suddenly that I was a girl. A girl? How the hell
could that have happened? I was so caught up in my own change, that I
didn't notice similar scenes around me, with other people confused and
examining themselves. All I could think of was the carnage around me, and
the horror of my own situation.
Finally, I realized that others around me were just as confused as I
was. Then it dawned on me. If I was in this woman's body, then where the
hell was she? I began to panic, thinking of some strange woman inside my
body. I ran to where I last remembered being in my car, which was
fortunately less than a block away.
Stopping, I stared in disgust, then vomited all over the place. When I
finally emptied my stomach, or whoever's stomach this was, I looked again.
I couldn't believe it. There in front of me was my own car, smashed against
the wall of a building, with a red smear all over the shattered windshield.
Gathering my strength, I crept closer, very afraid of what I would find. After
one look, I realized that there was no hope that my body was alive. Nothing
could survive that much damage.
Puking again, I just stared, then went back to the car I'd woken up in.
I walked past an old woman, crying like a baby on the sidewalk, feeling a
pang of sorrow for her, whoever she was, but I didn't want to get involved. I
was too scared and too shocked. I sat back down in the front seat, absently
noticing that it was a fairly nice car. I just sat there, for I don't know how
long, lost in my thoughts. How the hell could this have happened?
Finally, I noticed a purse in the passenger seat, and nervously opened
it up. I guessed that it was mine now, though I didn't know what to think of
that. Looking inside, I saw some odds and ends. A compact, some lipstick,
and a wallet, as well as a few other things. As I picked up the wallet, I
noticed a pack of tampons inside, then froze, suddenly realizing that I'd
probably have to use those things. If I couldn't get changed back. But not
knowing what the hell had happened, I didn't know if there even was a way
back, much less what it was.
Going back to the wallet, I found a drivers license inside, that I
assumed must now be mine. The name on it said Gina Simmons. I shook my
head, thinking that I could never be called Gina. It said she, or now me, I
guessed, was 5 foot 2. Surprised, I looked around, noticing that yes, the car
did seem a little larger than I would normally think it would be. I'd lost
almost a foot of height, and hadn't even noticed. That shook me a bit.
Then I noticed that the licensee said I was also 23. This stunned me a
little more than the height even, which was rather surprising. I'd lost 4 years.
Then I laughed at myself, though it came out more like a giggle. I'd lost
almost a foot of height, and my manhood, and here I was worried about 4
years. I shook my head, still chuckling at the rediculousness of it.
Looking around, at the other people, I wondered just how many
people had been caught in this thing, whatever it was. How many people had
changed? Then I realized that if it had spread, which seemed kind of likely,
then what about my family? I started up the car, getting ready to drive, but
looking at the cars all over the road, I realized that this wouldn't be a good
idea. Not at all.
Grabbing the purse, I got out and started walking back to my house,
glad that it was only a couple miles.
I saw more weirdness and confusion on my way home, which left me
more uncertain than before, but in a way, relieve. Relieved that I wasn't the
only person like this. That I wasn't the only man to have suddenly changed
into a woman. And Relieved, realizing how many people had come out of
this, even worse than I had. The thought of suddenly changing into an 80
year old man, really sent shivers down my spine.
Getting home, I was careful going into the door, feeling out of place.
It seemed so much larger than before. Stepping inside, I called out "Mom?
Dad?" surprised to hear my new voice. I hadn't said anything aloud since I
changed, and the sound of the unfamiliar voice was even more of a reminder
of my new body than anything else.
I found my mom and dad in the living room, though I probably
wouldn't have known it was them if I hadn't heard them call each other by
name as I was walking up. "Mom?" I asked, "Dad?"
They both looked up at me in surprise, "Allie?" they asked me, looks
of confusion on their faces.
"No" I muttered quietly. "Steve" They both looked at me shocked,
which I suppose it was, though their conditions weren't any better.
I felt kind of sorry for Mom, though she actually got off rather easy
Mom was in the body of Mrs. Haskins, the divorcee from next door. She
was 7 years older than she had been, and at least 30 lbs heavier. I shuddered
at the thought. Poor Mom. She seemed to be a bit upset, and I could see from
her eyes that she'd been crying. Fortunately, she was a lot calmer now.
Dad. Well, Dad was in Allie's body. I'd hate to have suddenly turned
into a 12 year old girl, but Dad seemed to be taking it rather well. In fact, he
was acting almost as if nothing had changed for him. I guessed it was rather
odd at first, then realized that Dad was dealing with this problem, the same
way he dealt with most of his problems. By pretending that they weren't
there. Lucky him.
"I found myself just waking up the street, wet swimsuit in my hands"
he muttered when I asked him what happened.
Looking over, I noticed that the news was on, and that they were
saying that this had happened all over the world. That people had just
randomly started changing bodies. I shuddered at the thought, realizing how
bad everything was, and at the same time feeling relieved that I was by no
means alone in this.
After watching it for a short time, I went to the bathroom, realizing
that I had to go to the bathroom. I was very nervous about pulling off my
skirt and panties, but at the same time, rather curious. At first, I just wanted
to look at it, finding it very odd to have my penis missing, and this little slit
there instead, but the pressure on my bladder made me put that off for awhile.
Feeling relieved, I thought how weird that had felt. Spraying out
instead if on a stream. Carefully I wiped myself dry, remembering what I'd
heard about girls having to do that or getting yeast infection. I certainly didn't
want to have to explore that aspect of a woman's life.
Curiously, I finally looked into the mirror. I'd avoided looking in the
mirrors in the car, or even really at the picture on the drivers license, being
too nervous, wanting to avoid that. The reflection that looked back at me was
rather cute. I wasn't't very big obviously, and I noticed that my breasts were
fairly small. They didn't really feel that way to me, but I guessed that I was
probably just a little under average in size. My hair was auburn, and cut into a
sort of bob cut, which explains why I hadn't noticed it. It wasn't much
longer at all than I normally kept it. My face was cute. It looked kind of fine
and delicate. That along with my hair and size gave me a definite elvish or
pixie like appearance.
"Jeez" I said to myself, again startled by my voice, though not as
much. I'm so damn cute. I figured that if I was going to be a woman, I
wanted to at least be a gorgeous one. As it was, I was only cute. I felt
disappointed, let down. I had sort of expected a little more than just being
cute. Why couldn't I have ended up as a leggy blonde with big blue eyes?
Shaking my head, I left the bathroom.
Reluctantly, I sat down again next to my Mom and Dad, each of us
nervously taking glances at each other. Except that Dad was very calm about
the whole thing. I guess that I picked up on that, since I wasn't feeling
panicked any more. We watched TV, waiting to hear word from Allie,
knowing that with what had just happened, it wasn't at all likely that we'd be
able to find her on our own.
Finally Allie got back, and unlike all of us, she was absolutely thrilled
with her new body. She came in, jumping around cheerfully, showing off
her new body. She'd ended up in the body of a 16 year old girl, who was
pretty well developed, and I had to admit, extremely attractive.
It felt very uncomfortable to find myself now 5 inches shorter than
my kid sister, and a lot less developed. A fact which she mercilessly paraded
in front of me every chance she could. I admit, I started to feel a little jealous,
even though it probably doesn't make much sense.
It wasn't easy adjusting to everything, but after a few weeks,
everything began to settle down a bit, and I was glad that Allie wasn't
bothering me anymore. At least not by barging into my room. She'd found a
new hobby instead. Boys. Besides that and rubbing my nose in her better
build, she also found time to tease Dad since he was in her body.
I'm surprised at how well Dad takes it all, never losing his temper or
his dignity, which is kind of funny since he's just had his first period. Even
that didn't seem to phase him too much. Mom's about the same, though has
recently found a new interest in exercising. Apparently she had no intention
of hanging onto all the extra weight that Mrs. Haskins had left for her.
As for me, I'm getting ready for my first year of college, and looking
forward to it. I think I've adapted fairly well, though I'm not sure how I'll
handle all the boys, that I know will try to pick up on me at school. But at
least I know I won't be alone in this problem. Mom's been glad to help Dad,
Allie and me all learn to handle our new bodies, for which I am very grateful.
Now I'm ready to go out on my own. I'm still not extremely comfortable in
my new situation, but then who is? Life brings unexpected changes, and this
happens to just be one of them, albeit a very weird one.
The End
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