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Altered Fates: Just Passing Through II By Morpheus Thirty year old Ellen Reilly was still a very good looking woman, even if she was beginning to go soft around the middle. And though she sometimes worried that she was getting old and losing her looks, her husband Ron frequently told her that she'd never looked better, much to her pleasure if not belief. Ellen couldn't wait to get home, grinning to herself as she contemplated having some fun that night with Ron. Once he got off work that was. His working swings lately would make it a little more difficult, but Ellen was determined to wait up for him. First however, Ellen had to finish getting dinner ready. For herself at least since Ron would just be eating leftovers. But she'd also needed some more Pampers and baby food since their supply was running low. It still amazed her how much of both a baby could go through. After Ellen had gotten what she needed, she hurried across the supermarket parking lot, as fast as she could while carrying her infant daughter Brittany. She eyed the gathering clouds nervously, fearing that it would soon rain and wanting to be inside before that happened. She clutched Brittany tighter to her, thinking that babies were far to frail to risk them getting colds, and she certainly didn't want her daughter to get sick. One of the stores bag boys followed behind her, pushing her cart and groceries. "Over here" Ellen told the pimple faced teen, gesturing towards her car with her free hand. "Put them in the trunk please" she told the boy, struggling to balance Brittany while she opened the trunk. Once the boy had finished putting the bags into the trunk, Ellen smiled and closed it. "Thank you" she told him, then fumbled through her purse and offered him two dollars for a tip. "I'm sorry" The boy protested weakly, "but I'm not allowed to take tips" However, his eyes lingered on the money, and Ellen insisted. "All right" he relented after a moment, grinning as he slipped the money into his pocket, glancing around to make sure that none of his fellow employee's had seen it. "Thank you" he cheerfully told Ellen, then he grabbed the empty grocery cart and hurried away, obviously just as eager as she was to avoid getting wet. After Ellen had strapped Brittany into the baby seat in the back seat of the car, she smiled and said "Let's get home so we can eat dinner" Brittany just gurgled cheerfully, making Ellen smile more. Ellen closed the passenger side door, and went around the car to the drivers side. She'd just opened the door and was about to get in when something caught her eye. There was something metal just behind her front tire, which Ellen feared might have some sharp edge which could pop her tire. She reached down, planning to toss whatever it was to the side, when she realized that it was some sort of necklace. Curious, Ellen picked it up and held it in her hand, studying it. The necklace was a disk, make of what looked like copper, and having a chain dangling from it. An image decorated the front of the disk, though Ellen couldn't really make it out with the dirt all over it. After she wiped it off with her finger, she saw that it was some sort of angel or cherub. "Cute" she said, realizing that she'd found some sort of costume jewelry. Probably leftover from some kids Halloween costume or something. Shrugging, Ellen slipped the necklace into her pocket, deciding to keep it for now. After all, it did look kind of cute and she could always give it to one of the kids in her apartment building later. When they had returned to their apartment building, fifteen minutes later, Ellen looked back at Brittany and asked sweetly "Did you like that? Yes, you liked that little drive, didn't you?" Brittany just giggled and gurgled in response. "Coochie coo" Ellen cooed as she tickled Brittany. After a minute of that, Ellen decided that she should probably get the groceries back upstairs. And more importantly, Brittany. The weather was beginning to look a lot nastier, with rain beginning to dot the windshield. With a slight groan, Ellen climbed out of the car, hearing a faint "Clink" as she did so. For a moment, she wondered what that could have been, then she noticed the necklace on the ground. It had dropped out of her pocket. "Darn" she said, picking it back up and slipping it around her neck so that she didn't drop it again. She wasn't ready to get rid if it quite yet. Especially not by just leaving it on the ground. Ellen went over to the passenger side and undid Brittany from her car- seat. Brittany giggled while Ellen picked her up. "Common baby" Ellen told her daughter as she lifted her and pulled her close. As Ellen hugged Brittany close, she felt a slight zap or tingle, which she attributed to static electricity from the bad weather. "Let's get you inside" she said, covering Brittany from the rain and beginning to hurry towards the door to the apartment complex. Once they were inside and out of the rain, Ellen took her time going up the three flights of stairs. She went into their apartment, and set Brittany down into the playpen so that she could go back for the groceries in the truck. "Now you wait here like a good girl" Ellen told Brittany before she went back downstairs. When Ellen came back upstairs with the first half of the groceries, she absently adjusted her shirt, thinking that it felt a little loose. "I must have stretched it somehow" she decided, disappointed since it was one of her favorite shirts. Without thinking much about her shirt, or her pants which also seemed a little loose, Ellen dropped the bags of groceries onto the table, then went back down for the rest. "What's wrong with these clothes" Ellen asked herself in irritation, noticing that they seemed even looser. Even her shoes were beginning to seem loose, much to her annoyance. She decided not to worry about it, and grabbed the remaining groceries from the trunk. Going back upstairs, the looseness in her shoes became even more pronounced, making Ellen slip several times. "Damn it" she exclaimed, beginning to get annoyed. Her clothes weren't fitting right, she kept tripping, and now even the bags were beginning to get heavier. Then, just as Ellen had gotten to the top of the stairs, one of her feet slipped in her shoes, worse than before. Before Ellen realized what had happened, she'd toppled over, dropping the groceries to the floor and halfway falling down the stairs again. "Damn" Ellen exclaimed again, then frowned as she realized that something was wrong. Something was definitely wrong. She shook her foot, feeling her foot sliding around inside the shoes that had been snug just a short while earlier. Gasping, she looked down, realizing that her clothes were very loose, especially in her chest. And, she didn't see the familiar swelling of her breasts. Gasping in panic, Ellen grabbed for them, feeling breasts there, but only barely. "Oh my God" she gasped. Her breasts hadn't been that small since she was 14. "What's happening?" she asked, horrified. Especially when she realized that her voice sounded all wrong. Ellen's mind spun, confused and scared. She couldn't imagine what could be causing that to happen. Then her eyes fell on the necklace which was still hung around her neck. Her eyes widened as suspicion seized her. Could that be it? Could that necklace somehow be what was doing that to her? Ellen didn't know, but she quickly pulled the necklace off anyway, just in case. She still hadn't changed back to normal. And in fact, Ellen realized that she felt smaller. It was still happening. Whatever IT was. Getting back to her feet, Ellen wobbled in her shoes. She didn't even glance at her groceries as she started back towards her apartment, as fast as she could in her far too big shoes. Before she'd gone more than halfway down the hall, Ellen heard a loud crying, coming from the direction of her apartment. "Brittany" She gasped, terrified that her daughter was in trouble too. Forgetting about her oversized shoes and clothes, Ellen started running down the hall, then once again tripped and fell flat on her face, knocking the necklace from her hand. She still heard the crying, and looked at her shoes in disgust. Ellen tore them from her feet, gasping at just how much bigger her shoes were than her feet. They seemed absolutely huge. And so did the rest of her clothes. They were draped all over her, barely staying on at all. Then she looked back towards her apartment, dropping her much to large pants to the ground as well and running to her apartment. Ellen burst through the door, feeling so tiny in her own home. Everything seemed so huge to her. She looked down at her absolutely flat breasts, and her shapeless hips, horrified. But as scared as she was about what was happening to her, she was even more worried about Brittany. She hurried into the other room where the playpen was, then stopped in shock. There was no sign of Brittany in the playpen. Or at least no one that looked like Brittany. Instead, there was a naked woman in the playpen, looking to be about 20 years old. The woman was the one crying, looking confused and scared. Somehow, the woman looked eerily familiar as well. Then it dawned on Ellen. The woman looked a lot like she had ten years earlier, even having the same color hair. "Oh no" Ellen gasped in a tiny voice, noticing that the woman was getting older right before her eyes. And not only that, but that she was getting smaller. Even the remnants of the clothes that she had been wearing weren't fitting her. Her panties had dropped to the floor, and her shirt was just draped over her, and barely even that. Ellen stared at the naked crying woman for a moment, her mouth dropped open as she began to realize that somehow, that woman must be Brittany. Somehow, her daughter was looking more and more like she had, while she.... Ellen felt a wave of unbelievable horror as she realized that she must be turning into her daughter. "Britty" Ellen said to her daughter, unable to pronounce her name clearly, "I'm mommy" God, she thought with horror, even her voice was sounding like a little girls. Brittany looked over at her, tears in her eyes and confusion. She reached out her arms for a hug, and tried to stand up, pushing against the side of the playpen and knocking it over. Brittany tumbled out, crying even louder. Ellen was crying as well, finding it very difficult to stay standing. But as much as she tried, she couldn't hold her balance, and fell onto her backside. She felt so tiny, so helpless, and so humiliated. Her own daughter towered over her, and all Ellen could see was her own face looking back. Using the last of her mobility, Ellen crawled over to her daughter, trying to to calm her, but all that came out was "Gaaaa" Then, she collapse, unable to even crawl anymore. All Ellen could do was flail her arms and legs around without much coordination. Mother and daughter both remained huddled up together, scared and confuse. They were still in that position when Ron returned home later that night. Ron was never able to learn what had happened to his wife, but by the clothes and groceries scattered in the hall, he suspected that someone had tried to rape her. That somehow, she'd been so traumatized that she'd withdrawn from the world completely, acting like no more than a baby. Even with lots of counseling, it was weeks before 'Ellen' even started to talk again. And though 'Ellen' slowly improved, she was a far cry from the woman she had been and it looked like she never would be again. But as sad as it was to watch his wife in such a condition, Ron refused to leave her, offering her what help and support he could. Throughout all of this, baby 'Brittany' watched sadly, with memories of a previous life fading further with each passing day. Dave Preston dragged his feet as he went up the stairs to his apartment. He'd just gotten done with school for the day, but had taken his time going home. He wasn't sure how he was going to tell his parents that he'd failed that math test, again. They'd already warned him that if his grades didn't improve, he'd have to take his freshman year over again. That was definitely not high on his list of fun things, especially not when he had to face his parents for that lecture again. After Dave had gone up several floors, still having one more floor to go, he noticed several bags tossed to the side on the hall. Curious, he went and looked closer, surprised to see that they were groceries. "Yuck" he exclaimed as he noticed the broken egg yolks spilled on the floor. Though he wondered who'd left the bags, he wasn't about to stick around and try to find out. Not when it was likely that someone would pass by and blame him for the mess. But before Dave could continue going up the stairs, he noticed something else in the hallway. Further down the hallway, there were several pairs of shoes and some other clothes laying in the middle of the floor. Wanting a better look, Dave walked towards them. "Someone musta got lucky" he smirked to himself when he recognized them as women's clothes. "Couldn't even wait to get into a room" He chuckled at that, about to turn around and go back when he noticed something else. There was a small copper colored necklace off to the side of the hall, almost touching the wall. Dave picked it up, noticing a tiny picture of an angel on it. "Cool" he said, holding it up and wondering if it was worth anything. "Well" he muttered to himself, "Finders keepers, losers weepers" Then with a quick glance around to make sure that no one had seen him pick it up, Dave stuck the necklace into his pocket and continued to his apartment. Later that night, after dinner and the expected lecture, Dave was sitting in on the couch watching TV, and glaring at his older sister Clarissa. Clarissa was sitting in the chair, looking smug. She'd just won another round, getting to choose what they were going to watch on TV. Then again, she always did. She was a 16 year old junior, and one of the prettiest girls in school. A fact which she'd used to her advantage against Dave often enough. Usually be giving her parents that innocent look and pleading for whatever she wanted. And almost invariably, she got it. Dave tried to watch the TV, but his sister's chatting on the phone made that difficult. "Yeah" she said, popping a bubble with her gum, "I've got that Muumuu for Joanie" She snickered, referring to another girl that she and her friends were going to 'initiate' into their circle. Jake had heard Clarissa talking about it all week. She'd bought a muumuu and was going to make the poor girl wear it, with a lot of pillows underneath, to the school dance. Dave shuddered at the cruelty of that. But then again, it was just like his vain and vindictive sister. She even held the stupid muumuu in her hands while she was making her plans. After getting sick of her chatter, he finally got up and went to his bedroom. Dave sat back on his bed, and suddenly remembered the necklace he'd found earlier. Absently, he pulled it out of his pocket and looked at it again, once again wondering how much it was worth. It looked like it could even be an antique, which would probably make it more expensive. However, after a careful examination, he rather doubted that. He just wasn't that lucky. Having finished with looking at the necklace, Dave put it over his head, and wondered what he was going to do for the night. After remembering his sister's plans for that Joanie girl, Dave got an idea of his own. He grinned mischieviously as he got up and made his way to Clarissa's room. Dave went straight for her closet, knowing that what he was looking for already. And in a moment, he'd found it, and pulled it out of the closet. Dave walked into the living room and watched Clarissa still talking on the phone. "Hey sis" he called out. "Haven't you been on the phone a little long?" he asked her, making sure to keep his hands behind his back. Clarissa ran a hand through her blonde hair, then snorted "What...ever" She gave Dave a look that seemed to say "Go away and how dare you bother someone so superior to you?" Dave grinned, then held his hands out front for her to see, as well as the dress she'd been planning to take to the school dance. "Then I guess you'd rather wear the muumuu than this to the dance" Clarissa's eyes went wide. "Give me that back" she demanded, dropping the phone and coming after Dave, the small flower printed bundle that he knew was the muumuu still held in her hand. Dave just grinned as his sister advanced on him, then turned and started to run, the dress still in his hands. "Come back here!" she yelled from behind him. Since there wasn't enough room to run around in the apartment, Dave opened the door and started down the hall, with Clarissa coming up behind him. Finally she grabbed hold of him, sending Dave sprawling to the floor and landing on top of the dress. "MY DRESS!" Clarissa exclaimed in shock and anger. "You'll ruin it" Then furiously, she grabbed the dress out of Dave's hands. "You should thank me" he told her with a grin. Clarissa snarled and grabbed at Dave again, catching the chain of the necklace as he tried to move away. Without thinking about it, Dave slipped out of the necklace and out of his sister's reach. She just scowled at him, and then at the necklace in her hand. Then with a smug grin, she put it over her own head. "Hey" Dave protested, "That's mine" "Not anymore" she told him, already turning her back on Dave and walking back to the apartment. Deciding to even the score, Dave ran at her, pushing her from behind as he attempted to get the necklace back. Though Clarissa was knocked forward, she caught her balance, then turned around and glared at Dave, holding the dress carefully in one hand, while having the muumuu pulled to her chest with the other. His hand was still on the necklace, and he managed to finally get it off of Clarissa. But before he could get away again, she kicked at him, causing Dave to fall backwards and drop the necklace. Dave stood up and faced Clarissa, feeling rather strange all of a sudden. It was as if a faint tingling was running over his body, and he wondered if he'd hit some sort of funny bone or something. Then Dave noticed that his sister was staring at him. "Your hair" she gasped. Dave wondered what about his hair, but he reflexively reached back to feel it. Much to his surprise, it seemed longer than it should, by at least two inches. Then Dave noticed his arm hair, or more precisely, his lack of. All of his arm hair was gone. "What did you do to me?" he demanded of Clarissa, not having a very good feeling about what was happening. "It wasn't me" she protested, the look of surprise on her face convincing Dave that she was telling the truth. All Dave could think of doing was staring at his hands, noticing that they looked wrong as well. More slender, and his fingernails were a little longer. "What the hell?" he asked, hearing his voice crack slightly as he did so. When Dave looked back at Clarissa, he noticed something else. She was absently tugging at her shirt, and he could easily see why. Where before it had fit her perfectly, it now seemed to be far too tight. In fact, it looked somehow, as if Clarissa had gained twenty pounds. Noticing Dave's staring at her, Clarissa looked down and gasped in horror. "Like..oh my Gawd" she squawked in horror. Dave continued to stare at her, noticing that she seemed to be getting fatter and fatter by the moment. Her clothes were stretched to the breaking point and he could even see that the seams were beginning to give way. "This can't be real" she gasped. Suddenly remembering his own changes, Dave looked down, startled to find that a pair of small breasts were pushing out from his chest. One glance at his very feminine fingernails seemed to confirm what he was beginning to fear. Somehow, he was turning into a girl. He gasped, and grabbed at his small breasts, feeling them growing slowly under his fingers. He pushed in, trying to prevent their growth, to no effect. He grabbed at his crotch, feeling his penis still there, though pitifully small. Even his clothes were getting very uncomfortable, though nowhere nearly as bad as Clarissa's Clarissa went off on a mindless monologue about how she must be dreaming, while at the same time struggling with her clothes, trying to get them off. She already looked like she weighted well over two hundred pounds, all of fat, and she still seemed to be growing. The last of her clothes finally gave way to her growing bulk. Finally Clarissa broke her eyes away from herself, and looked at Dave again, gasping as she'd seen how much further he'd transformed. "My Gawd" she sputtered, "You sort of look like me" "Get real" Dave responded nervously, wincing as he recognized the voice that came out of his throat as Clarissa's. "Oh no" he gasped. He couldn't be turning into his sister. It just wasn't possible. But his newly grown breasts argued otherwise. Dave and Clarissa both continued to change, and Dave seemed to finish first. He looked down and everything he saw seemed to be Clarissa's, and she confirmed that he looked exactly like her. He even had that scar on the back of his hand that she'd gotten from a swing as a kid. Clarissa on the other hand just swelled up, becoming extremely obese. She was still recognizable as Clarissa, though only barely. She was far too huge though. "Oh Shit" Dave said, blushing as he realized that his nipples were pushing out through his shirt very clearly, and Clarissa was standing in the hall completely undressed. "I think you might want to put that on" he said, pointing at the muumuu which she'd dropped onto the floor early in the transformation. "I think that's about the only thing that will fit you now" He didn't say it vindictively, only matter of fact. Clarissa blushed, and quickly put on the muumuu, complaining that she looked like a whale. Dave agreed but wisely said nothing. He was too much in shock to even consider facing his own changed form. Horrified, confused and in shock, Dave and Clarissa started walking back to their apartment, wondering what had caused their sudden change, and if it was reversible. And at the same time, how where they going to possibly explain it to their parents much less the rest of their friends. Francine Cressmont had been in her apartment, minding her own business as she leaned up against the thin apartment wall, listening to the neighbors discussion. She was getting bored, hearing them talk about their finances, having heard all of it before. It wasn't that Francine was nosy, she just liked to know everything that was going on around her. At least, that was how she thought of it. Then Francine heard more noise, coming from out in the hall. It sounded like an argument of some sort, and immediately caught her attention. Burning with curiosity, Francine cracked open the her apartment door and peaked out, frowning as she saw that it was those kids from down the hall. "Brats" she muttered to herself, thinking that their parents should have taught them better manners than to fight where they'd disturb other people. What nerve, she thought to herself in annoyance. Still, Francine stayed where she was, watching through the crack in her door. What happened next shocked Francine. Before her very eyes, the boy started changing, looking more and more like his sister. And at the same time, she started getting fat. Not just overweight, but extremely obese. Francine's jaw dropped as she witnessed this, realizing that it had started happening while they were wearing that strange necklace. Her eyes went to it, and she replayed in her mind what her sharp eyes had seen. "That's it" she gasped in surprise, realizing that somehow not only was the necklace responsible, but that it hadn't done anything until they'd touched the clothes to it. Francine smiled smugly as she figured this out. Francine stayed where she was, watching with amazement as they finished changing, and then went back down the hall. Once they were gone, she stuck her head out of the door, looking back and forth to make sure that they really were gone, as was anyone else that might be watching. After all, you never know when some nosy neighbor might be around. She stepped into the hallway, seeing the strange medallion was still where those kids had dropped it, apparently not having realized that it was what had changed them. Francine bent over and picked it up, staring at it and thinking about what she could do with something like that. At 41 years old, she certainly didn't have all of her looks anymore, though she never really had them when she was younger either. That was one of the reasons that she was still single. But now....with that medallion, she could make herself young and pretty. But then, Francine thought about that boy and girl who'd been changed. Were they really going to stay like that forever? Beginning to feel guilty, Francine promised herself that once she was done using it, she'd help them get back to normal. But first..... Francine peaked around once again, making sure that no one was watching, then she hurried back into her apartment. It hadn't taken Francine long to decide what to do with the medallion. To decide what she wanted.....or more precisely, who she wanted to be. She'd noticed that the boy had turned into his sister when her dress had touched the medallion, and she'd turned fat when the muumuu had touched it. So all Francine would need to do was get some clothes from the person she wanted to become. Namely, Elizabeth Morley, the woman down the hall. Francine smiled as she thought about looking like Elizabeth. The woman was tall and slender, whereas she was short and dumpy. Not only that, but she had a gorgeous figure and a sexy face. The kind of body that could easily have made her a mode. And she was only 27 years old, which Francine thought was just about the right age. She'd envied Elizabeth since she'd moved in a year earlier. All the men drooled over Elizabeth, while she was always ignored. But Elizabeth was already married, though Francine didn't know what Elizabeth saw in the guy. He certainly wasn't handsome. Her husband Bill was 8 years older than she was, balding, and a little overweight. Francine knew that as soon as she had Elizabeth's looks, she'd refuse to settle for any man that didn't look like a movie star. However, Francine realized that she'd need to get hold of some of Elizabeth's clothes if she wanted to look like her. She didn't know how she was going to do that, but she knew that she'd find a way. She just had to. It was over a day later before Francine finally got up the nerve to do what she needed to. She waited until Elizabeth and Bill had both left, then grabbing her purse, with the medallion inside, she went to their apartment door. Though she knew what she was doing wasn't right, Francine didn't hesitate to break through the cheap lock on the door and go inside. She immediately went through the apartment, to the bedroom, and threw open the closet. "Gorgeous" Francine sighed, admiring the lovely clothes, and eager to be able to wear that kind herself. However, what caught Francine's eyes the most was a single red dress. It was gorgeous, and she couldn't wait to try it on. Francine held it tightly in her hands, and sighed dreamily. Unable to wait any longer, she pulled the medallion out from her purse and put it on. "Please let this work" she prayed, hoping that she was right. A moment later, she touched the dress to the medallion, feeling a faint tingle as she did so. "It's working" she gasped in delight. Then, with another long look at the dress, Francine decided that she couldn't just take it. That would be wrong. And besides that, Elizabeth would probably notice it missing. Reluctantly, Francine put the dress back into the closet, and took the medallion from around her head and put it back into her purse, deciding that she didn't want to risk any other changes by accident. Quickly, Francine picked up her purse and snuck back out of the apartment, not wanting to risk being caught there, even if she hadn't stolen anything. She walked down the hall, back to her own apartment, already feeling her body begin to change. Her clothes were beginning to feel loose in a few places and tighter in others. She was even sure that she was just a little taller. It was the most excited that Francine had ever been, and she couldn't wait for it to finish. Just then, Francine felt a quick tug on her shoulder, and turned around to see some teenage boy running off with her purse. "STOP!" she demanded, though the boy didn't give any indication that he heard. Instead, he ran down the stairs and disappeared from Francine's sight. "Oh no" she gasped, realizing that she'd not only just lost her wallet and credit cards, but the medallion as well. Then Francine forced herself to calm down, reminding herself that she'd already gotten what she wanted from the medallion. Since she knew that there was nothing she could do about it just then, she returned to her apartment and awaited the rest of her transformation. However, once Francine was back within her apartment, it didn't take her long to realize that something wasn't right. Half an hour after she'd touched the dress to the medallion, Francine let out a terrible scream, overcome with two realizations. That not only had the dress not belonged to Elizabeth, but that her husband Bill was a crossdresser. The End