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The Portrait Studio: Senior Picture
By JDCopyhack
(c) 2000 JDCopyhack. All rights reserved.
Jeff Marsden opened the door and walked into the well-lit waiting room. After
scribbling his name on the sign-in sheet, he grabbed a magazine and sat down
nervously.
This is the day he had been dreading.
For much of his high school life, Jeff managed to avoid having his picture
taken for the yearbook. His reason was a simple, yet painful one. A serious
case of acne had scarred his once pleasant looking face. Unlike most
teenagers, Jeff wasn't dealing with a simple form of zits. From the time he
was about 13 years old, large cysts would form on the skin of his face, arms,
neck, shoulders, and back. They would grow hard and painful, and last for
several weeks before rupturing. Eventually, the cysts would subside, leaving
a noticeable pockmark in their place.
For years, he shied away from the cameras and had even argued with his mother
to allow him to skip senior pictures as well, but to no avail.
So, as Jeff sat in the waiting room, he fumbled through an old issue of
Sports Illustrated, lifting his head up every so often to scan the area. In
one corner sat a mother with her small baby. In another corner was an older
couple preparing to have an anniversary portrait taken. And across the room
was Jeanmarie Parker, who was checking out her makeup in the compact she held
in her hand. Jeff caught her eye and offered a shy smile. Jeanmarie winked
back.
The two had been good friends once before adolescence and peer pressure set
in. Jeanmarie was beautiful, smart, and popular. Wavy blonde hair framed a
face that could only have been sculpted by angels. Jeff often wondered if
things could have been different between them if his face didn't always look
like a pepperoni pizza.
With a deep sigh, Jeff turned back to his magazine and read several articles
before his concentration was interrupted by the sound a familiar voice.
"Good, you're hear," the voice said in Jeff's direction. "With your picture
in my yearbook, I can always play connect the dots if I ever get too bored."
The voice belonged to Tony Kapatanis, the quarterback of the Coral Creek
Cougars football team and Jeff's biggest nemesis.
"Leave him alone, Tony," Jeanmarie said from across the room. "He hasn't done
anything to you."
"It's alright, Jean," Jeff answered quickly. "I'm used to it. But thanks."
Jeanmarie gave her friend a sorrowful smile, but the hulking football player
paid little attention to the appeal offered by the pretty blonde with the
sweet voice. Instead, he continued his attack.
"Shut up, pizza face. I just hope you don't break the camera before they get
to take my picture."
With that, Tony snatched the magazine from Jeff's hands and found a seat on
the opposite side of the room. Jeff just sunk deeper into his chair.
Thankfully, this round of humiliation came to an end a few minutes later when
the receptionist called his name.
As Jeff walked toward the doorway, he heard Jeanmarie call out from behind
him.
"Hey, Jeff, don't forget to smile. You have a nice smile."
***
The room was filled with props and backgrounds. Jeff was told to wait and the
photographer would be with him in a moment. There was a mirror on the wall
before him, so he adjusted his tie and brushed his hair back with his
fingers.
"I have a comb if you forgot one."
Jeff turned around to see a woman in her mid-40's, with brown hair accented
by a single silver streak. She was a little overweight, but still chose to
wear a tight skirt and top that revealed plenty of leg as well as her ample
bosom.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I'm Elizabeth, your photographer. Would
you like that comb?"
"Um, no... I just want to get this over with, okay? No offense, but I hate
this stuff."
"I see, and why is that?" the woman asked as she adjusted the background.
"I just don't. I mean... um, well. Look at me."
For some reason, Jeff felt he could talk to this woman.
"And what's so wrong with you?"
"Have you looked at my face?"
"Yes. And you know what I see? I see someone with strong features, nice hair,
and sexy blue eyes. I bet you have a great smile, too, if you'd just show it
once in a while."
"That's what my friend said. Can you, um..."
"What's the matter, Jeff? Your name is Jeff, right?"
"Yes, it is. Well, could you... could you do something to hide all of these?"
Jeff circled his face with his right index finger.
"Oh, is that what's bothering you? Don't worry, Jeff, I am a very talented
photographer. I don't mean to brag, but I have a knack for bringing out a
person's inner beauty."
"Um, okay... but could you still airbrush out these marks?"
The photographer giggled as she changed the camera's lens.
"Just trust me, okay? Now, let me see that smile."
***
The school year started much the same as it did every fall. Old faces in new
classes. A big rally was planned for the football team as they prepared to
defend their district title, and everyone was abuzz about the back to school
dance. Everyone, that is, except Jeff.
With his frequent flare-ups, Jeff had given up on trying to date. People
could probably deal with him better if he was fat or something, but even he
knew his face was hard to look at. No girl would want to look at that all
night long.
So, while his classmates got ready for the big dance, which was now only
three days away, Jeff resigned himself to his lonely fate.
On the way home from the bus stop, Jeff felt a tap on his shoulder. It was
Jeanmarie.
"Hey, how ya doin," she chirped in her infectious style.
"Pretty good, you?"
"Oh you know me. It takes me weeks to get ready for a dance."
She giggled. Jeff loved the sound of that giggle.
"I bet you'll look great. But then, you always do."
"Awww, that's sweet. I'm wearing this really pretty blue dress that cost me
like $100, but you don't want to hear about all this girly stuff."
"No, it's okay, Jean. I miss talking to you."
Jeff blushed at his comment.
"I miss talking to you, too, Jeff. I don't know why we drifted apart. Let's
get together real soon, okay? Just like old times. But right now, I gotta go.
Tiffany's picking me up and we're going to get our nails done. Ciao."
Jeff watched with admiration as Jeanmarie sprinted across the street to her
house. She certainly had the world by the tail, he thought. A couple of
blocks later, Jeff reached the sanctuary of his own home.
***
Before he could step inside, he noticed a package propped against the front
door. It had been mailed from the portrait studio. His senior pictures had
arrived.
Once inside the house, Jeff tossed his backpack to one side and placed the
package on the corner of the dining room table. He was in no hurry to see his
photos, so he went about his normal routine.
First, he got a soda from the refrigerator then went upstairs to his room
where he booted up his computer. After an hour or so of checking his messages
and surfing the net, Jeff went back downstairs to fetch another soda. While
passing through the dining room, his curiosity finally got the better of him.
With trepidation, he picked up the package and pulled back the seal. Slipping
his fingers inside, he gently removed the photos. What he saw took his breath
away.
There were no marks, no blemishes. No Jeff! The photo he was staring at was
that of a beautiful girl, about his age, with thick brown hair that cascaded
down past her shoulders. Her lips were full and pink and framed by a perfect
smile. Her eyes were a brilliant green. Only Jeanmarie could compare to the
beauty this unknown girl displayed.
Still, it was the wrong photo, so Jeff picked up the phone and called the
studio. Soon, he was talking to Elizabeth.
"Um, hi... I just wanted you to know that you sent me the wrong photo."
"And what makes you say that?" she asked.
"Well, for starters, it's a photo of a girl."
"I see. Don't you like the photo?"
"Uh, yes, she's very pretty. But..."
"Didn't I ask you to trust me, Jeff?"
"Yes, you did, but..."
"Then start trusting me now. Go ahead, put it in a frame. Hang it on the
wall. Who knows, it's possible your feelings about the photo may change."
"Yeah, alright, but will you do me a favor and send me my photos. My mom
really wants them."
"Trust me, Jeff, your mom will have your photos soon enough. Have a great
senior year."
Then she hung up. Jeff held onto the phone for several moments before putting
it back on the receiver. His next goal was to find a frame for the photo. The
hallway was filled with dozens of photos. His parents' wedding picture,
various vacation photos, school pictures of Jeff and his younger brother.
Jeff looked for a frame that seemed to be the right size and took it down
from the wall. Gently removing the existing photo, he replaced it with the
photo of the mysterious girl, then hung the frame back up. Just then, a flash
of light filled the entire room, blinding Jeff momentarily.
After he regained his senses, he became aware of a tingling sensation that
started in his toes and worked its way slowly up his body. Soon, his legs
were covered in the strange sensation and he had the feeling that he might be
shrinking.
The tingling continued to creep upwards to his waist. For a brief moment, he
felt a burning sensation in his groin followed by a sharp tug. His hips
started to expand to the point that wearing his jeans had become very
uncomfortable. Jeff reached down to unbutton the front and noticed that his
fingers and hands now looked smaller and more delicate, and the hair on his
arms had disappeared.
The tingling worked its way up his torso and soon he felt an expansion in his
chest. At first he thought he was going to explode, but then he realized the
sensation was centered in just two areas. Quickly, he unbuttoned his shirt
and watched in amazement as his nipples stiffened and the area around them
darkened in tone. Soon, the area beneath each nipple started to swell,
eventually forming a pair of perfect, creamy female breasts.
Gasping at this revelation, Jeff noticed his voice sounded funny, even
softer. He reached up towards his throat and found that his once prominent
Adams Apple has disappeared. He then said a few words out loud and was
startled to hear a girl's voice rather than his once deeper tones.
"I can't believe this is happening," he repeated over and over, stuttering
once or twice as his lips thickened and reformed. By the time Jeff reached a
mirror, the image that stared back at him was an exact replica of the girl in
the photo, right down to the mesmerizing green eyes.
Jeff reached a hand to his face and marveled at the texture. Soft, smooth, no
bumps or pockmarks. He shivered at the full realization of his
transformation.
Even his clothes had transformed. The jeans he wore were now girl's jeans
that accented his full hips. His shirt had transformed into a girl's cotton
blouse, but remained unbuttoned, exposing his ample bosom. As he turned and
walked swiftly back down the hallway, he felt the heavy jiggle of his new
breasts and realized that if he were to remain like this, he would have to
start wearing a bra.
His entire body now moved differently. There was a graceful glide to his walk
that never existed before. He was certainly lighter and guessed he had lost
at least eight inches in height. His thick brown hair bounced playfully
against his shoulders as he moved through the rooms.
More subtle were the changes that occurred throughout the house. The photos
in the hallway had changed to reflect his new reality. Particularly striking
was the most recent family Christmas portrait that showed a beautiful,
confident teenage girl sitting where a sullen boy had once been. In the den,
the figures atop his soccer trophies had changed from male to female, while
his baseball trophies had disappeared altogether. Even the soda can he
earlier placed on the dining room table had changed from regular Coke to
diet.
Near the doorway where his backpack had been tossed now rested a girl's
purse. He bent down to pick up the feminine accessory, feeling the pull of
his new breasts as he did so. Reminding himself to be more careful the next
time he made such a movement, he sat down on the couch, where he inspected
the contents of the purse.
First, he pulled out a wallet and looked for the driver's license. Though he
had expected to see the girl's picture, he was slightly taken aback at the
name change. Instead of "Jeffrey Michael" it now read "Jennifer Lynne." Of
course, the sex had changed from "M" to "F", but the address and birth date
had stayed the same.
Poking around more, he sifted thorough all forms of female paraphernalia,
ranging from makeup and hair clips to nail polish and tampons. He bristled as
he held the last item in his hand. Then he reached down toward his crotch for
the first time since the transformation.
Just as he expected, the familiar bulge was gone. Slowly, nervously, he
unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the zipper, then slipped his hand inside
the silky panties that had magically replaced his male cotton briefs. First
he felt a tuft of soft hair so much different than his formerly coarse pubic
hair. Upon further exploration, he discovered the slightly moist slit that
had replaced his manhood. He touched the tender folds and received a
delightful shiver in return. He rubbed slightly and the shiver intensified.
It would have been easy for him to get lost in the sensations of the moment,
but he realized there was more to learn about his sudden change. So,
reluctantly, he pulled his hand away, but not before promising himself to
resume the pleasurable activity later in the day when there would be more
time.
Next stop was his bedroom. Once again he felt his breasts jiggle and bounce
as he scaled the stairs. Although his entire life seemed to have been turned
upside down, nothing could quite prepare him for the sight that greeted him
when he entered his bedroom.
Gone were the familiar trappings of a typical male teenager, replaced by
pastel pink walls, lacy bedspreads, and frilly curtains. Stuffed animals
shared space with big fluffy pillows. Various photos of today's hottest teen
idols replaced the sports posters. A vanity stood in the corner where his
weight bench had been. It was stocked with dozens of tubes and vials of
makeup and perfumes. Everything to make a teenage girl look and smell pretty.
His dresser had changed from brown to white. By the time he had the courage
to open the drawers, he was not surprised to find them filled with bras,
panties, pantyhose, and other assorted feminine finery. The closet was filled
with dresses and blouses of every style and color. There was even a Coral
Creek High School cheerleader's uniform.
How is this possible, he thought, then quickly remembered the photographer.
Didn't she say something about bringing out the inner beauty? Now it was all
starting to make sense. She told him that his mother would soon have his
senior photos. Little did he know that her plan was to change his body to
match the photos that had been sent to his house.
Realizing that he had to call the portrait studio, to talk to the
photographer, to tell her she made a terrible mistake, Jeff raced downstairs
where he had left the phone number. Again, his new breasts bounced with
abandon, but he managed to ignore the discomfort as he made his way toward
the phone.
He dialed the number with fingers now tipped with pink nails. It rang. And
rang. There was no answer. He dialed again, panicking as he punched in the
numbers. This time it rang twice before he got a recording.
"We're sorry, but the number you are dialing has been disconnected. Please
check your number and dial again or call directory assistance for more
information."
He called directory assistance, but there was no record of a portrait studio
at the address he provided. It was as if the place had just vanished without
a trace.
Not sure what to do next, Jeff paced the room, talking to himself. What would
his parents think? How would his friends react? How could he possibly go on
with life now that he was a girl?
Then it struck him. He wasn't just any girl. He was one of the most beautiful
girls he had ever seen. Everything that Jeff Marsden wasn't, Jennifer Marsden
was. Best of all, he wouldn't have to spend the rest of his life trying to
hide his face.
Just then, the phone rang. Maybe this was she, he thought, and reached for
the phone.
"Hello?"
The voice on the other end was a familiar one.
"Hey, Jen, its Tony. Look, I was thinking that you and I would go to the
dance Friday night. How does that sound?"
"Tony? Tony Kapatanis?"
"Yep, one and the same. Hey, are you okay?"
"What? Oh, yeah. I'm starting to feel much better now. I'm sorry, what is it
you were asking me?"
"Oh, well, I was asking you to the dance. You know, Friday night. What do you
say?"
So many memories came flooding back as Jeff pondered the question. All of
them painful. But now, Jeff had his chance to return the favor.
"Tony, I don't think you really want to hear what I have to say."
"Err, what do you mean, Jen?"
"Tony, I wouldn't be caught dead with you. You're an insensitive,
muscle-headed lout."
"What's a lout?"
"Just look in the mirror," Jeff giggled. "I just did, and can't quite picture
us together."
"Wha... wha... wha..."
Jeff listened to his former foe's whimpering, then hung up the phone. Maybe
this won't be so bad after all, he thought. Just then, the phone rang again.
"The answer is still no."
"Hey, why are you getting so huffy at me?"
"Huh, who is this?"
"It's me, Jean. Remember, we have a nail appointment?"
"Um, yeah, right. Sorry."
"Well, okay then. But you better hurry over here fast. Tiff's getting kinda
bitchy. I think it's that time of the month."
"I'll be there in 10 minutes. You caught me in the middle of changing."
Jeff couldn't help but laugh at the understatement of his comment.
"Great. See you in a few. Ciao bella."
Jeff hung up the phone and headed for his room, this time taking it gently up
the stairs. He then pulled a bra from the crowded drawer and struggled a bit
to put it on.
"All in good time," he sighed, realizing that there was still so much to
learn. Moving to the vanity, he brushed his lips with some pink gloss,
fluffed his hair with his fingers, and looked once again at the reflection in
the mirror.
Jeff was gone, that much was certain. For a moment, the new girl pondered
what life would be like as a female.
"Well, there's only one way to find out," she said aloud in her new confident
voice. Then she slipped on a pair of Reboks and bounded back down the stairs.
The bra certainly lent some support, but she would still have to learn to
take it easy.
"God, I might poke myself in the eye if I'm not more careful," she giggled as
she reached the bottom of the stairs.
Moving toward the doorway, she grabbed her purse and slung it over her
shoulder. Then she turned the knob and stepped outside and into her new life.
The End
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