Another Soul A New Nightmare
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Original Prankster
By Po
Jane just finished brushing her long beautiful red hair,
eliminating any knot or split ends that could block her from
being "gorgeous". It took her minutes but she had finally got it
done.
Jane was a beautiful 21 year-old college student. She had a nice,
exercised and firm 5'8 figure. She had beautiful red hair that
hung down to her mid-back, deep innocent blue eyes, and big puffy
red lips. She wore a white silk blouse. Underneath was a white
bra holding in her small DD breasts. She was known for being
busty. She wore a black velvet dress the hung down to her knees
and 3" heels. She was, indeed, beautiful.
If there was anything weird you could say about Jane, it's that
she studied Witchcraft in college. Her friends and everyone else
thought it weird... but she had her own personal reasons. She was
hoping she could do something again... one day.
She decided to go and she if she had any e-mail before she left
so she turned on her computer, but accidentally stumbled upon
something... something that brought back horrible memories of her
past. Memories she doesn't even want to recall again.
It was an old log of a couple of Instant Messages that took place
5 years ago. Jane forgot all about it. She thought she deleted
them all. She had a special program that automatically logged all
of her chats and Instant Messages.
"That was when..." She said as if she were remembering something.
She read the logs with an interest, while having flashback.
5 years ago in an all girls chatroom, Jane received an IM from
one of the members.
BEGIN IM 3-12-96 6:07PM
Whicked Which: [6:07PM] Hello.
Princess Jane: [6:07PM] hi
Whicked Which: [6:07PM] a/s/l
Princess Jane: [6:07PM] 16/f/CA
Whicked Which: [6:07PM] Interesting.
Princess Jane: [6:08PM] u?
Whicked Which: [6:08PM] 21/f/FL
Princess Jane: [6:08PM] kool
Whicked Which: [6:08PM] Describe yourself...
Princess Jane: [6:08PM] im 5'5, blue eyes, red hair,
athletic
Whicked Which: [6:09PM] Nice.
Princess Jane: [6:09PM] u?
Whicked Which: [6:09PM] Who...me? I have black hair,
5'8,righteous, and true.
Princess Jane: [6:09PM] kool
Whicked Which: [6:09PM] Argh...hey, I have to go. We'll
chat later, ok?
Princess Jane: [6:09PM] k bye
END IM 3-12-96 6:09PM
A few minutes later Jane signed off and signed back on as a
different SN. Trickster189. Jane never existed. Jane was only the
alter ego of John, a 16 year-old delinquent who just loved to
pull pranks all the time. Impersonating a girl on the Internet
was one of his newest ideas.
BEGIN IM 3-12-96 6:15PM
Trickster189: [6:15PM] Hey, Mike!
Ugamer2: [6:15PM] did you do it?
Trickster189: [6:15PM] You bet I did! It was funny!
Everyone really thought I was a girl!
Ugamer2: [6:16PM] let me see the log
Trickster189: [6:16PM] Alright! Brb
John sent the log of his chat as Princess Jane.
Ugamer2: [6:21PM] youve got guts
Trickster189: [6:21PM] I know! Those bimbos really fell for
it!
Ugamer2: [6:21PM] is their anything you wont do?
Trickster189: [6:21PM] Nope! Nothing! And I'll di it again
tomorrow, too!
Trickster189: do*
Ugamer2: [6:21PM] ill be on then
Trickster189: You better!
END IM 3-12-96 6:22PM
John goes off.
John went back online in the morning before school starts. He
wore blue baggy denim pants, a white T-Shirt, boxers, and
sneakers. He was annoyed that Mike wasn't on, but he decided he
would wait for him before the fun began.
John constantly thought about how Jane looked inside of his mind.
It only made sense to him that the girl he would pretend to be
online would be his fantasy girl. A red head, busty (38D), 5'5,
measurements: 41, 23, 40, a perfect body, the head cheerleader,
athletic, loves to exercise and stay in shape, optimistic, and
John gave her a whole bunch of other character traits. Some which
belonged to himself.
"If only she was real." John sometimes said.
While John was waiting for his friend, he got an Instant Message
from a friend he made yesterday.
BEGIN IM 3-13-96 8:00AM
Whicked Which: [8:00AM] Hello, Jane. Or should I say John.
Princess Jane: [8:00AM] huh?
Whicked Which: [8:00AM] Don't play dumb. I know who you
really are. You're really a man aren't you?
Princess Jane: [8:00AM] how wood u know?
Whicked Which: [8:00AM] I said, don't play dumb!
John felt a pain all over his body as if a bolt of lightning
struck him. It took him awhile to regain his senses.
Princess Jane: [8:01AM] What the hell was that?!
Whicked Which: [8:01AM] Consider that a warning. Don't act
stupid again.
Princess Jane: [8:01AM] How did you know who I am?! How did
you do that?!
Whicked Which: [8:01AM] You don't think I have this
screenname just because it looks nice, do you?
Princess Jane: [8:01AM] You really ARE a witch?!
Whicked Which: [8:01AM] Not exactly...I just practice
Witchcraft in college...I'm not actually a Witch. I travel
all around the Internet in all chat rooms to protect those
women from immature idiots like you.
Princess Jane: [8:01AM] You're bluffing! Forget this! I'm
outta here!
John tried to sign off but it wouldn't let him. It wouldn't
respond to his command. He tried clicking the X at the right
corner of the screen but that wouldn't respond either.
"The fuck?" John said to himself. "Why isn't this workin'!!"
John even tried to shut the computer down but it wouldn't let him
do anything else but talk to The Whicked Which, herself.
John finally tried to unplug the computer. That still didn't
work. The computer was still on...with no power connected to it.
"THE FUCK IS THIS?!?" John said, shocked.
He finally decided to try and talk to the girl.
Princess Jane: [8:03AM] What the hell did you to my comp?!
Whicked Which: [8:03AM] I just eliminated any obstacles to
prevent us from having this talk.
Princess Jane: [8:03AM] What do you want from me?!
Whicked Which: [8:03AM] Just to teach you a lesson.
Princess Jane: [8:03AM] Don't hurt me! I'll do whatever you
say!
Whicked Which: [8:03AM] How pathetic.
Both of them didn't respond for a few minutes. John didn't
because he was scared that he might piss this witch off even
more. The girl didn't because she wanted to she John's pitiful
response.
The girl was the first one to break the silence.
Whicked Which: [8:05AM] Do you know why I asked you all
that stuff about yourself?
Princess Jane: [8:06AM] No.
Whicked Which: [8:06AM] Well, in a few minutes you really
will be Jane to pay for your silly pranks. I only asked you
for you're a/s/l and how you look to get a picture of how
you picture Jane as. You are not the first one. I have done
this to many other pranksters like you before. Some of
which have joined me in that very chat you went into.
Princess Jane: [8:06AM] No.
Whicked Which: [8:06AM] Yes. I hope you'll understand why I
did this one day. I'm just doing this to teach you a
lesson. Maybe one day when we meet again I will change you
back if you've improved.
With that said, John started changing.
Princess Jane: [8:06AM] Wesagyt?!
John noticed he couldn't type as good as before and his
fingernails felt weird. He looked down at them. He discovered his
nail was polished red, and grew out to 1" and became oval shaped.
In addition to that his whole hand, even his arms became smooth,
and delicate. His shoulders got smaller. His hands lost their
fast typing ability.
"My nails!!" John yelled.
Whicked Which: [8:07AM] See? It's happening already.
John tried to look at the girl's response but long red hair
blocked his vision. He had to girlishly fling the hair out of his
face. I tried grabbed the hair and pulling it, but a pain in his
scalp confirmed it was his hair. It hung to the middle of his
back...just like Jane's.
John tried to type back to her, but his nails always made him
make a mistake. He made so many mistakes it was unintelligible.
He was now forced to type slower, and in improper English and
abbreviations like he had seen all those other girls do. Now he
didn't have to pretend. He HAD to type like that.
Princess Jane: [8:07AM] stop dis, plzz!
Whicked Which: [8:07AM] I can't. This is to teach you a
lesson.
John felt his pectoral muscles vanish and his chest became
completely flat, as his waist narrowed and his stomach became
flat, and his hips widened. He felt his ass inflate grow
underneath the hard uncomfortable wooden chair he was sitting in.
His legs became weaker and his muscles were replaced with fat to
keep up with his ass. His now large and rounded butt made sitting
in the chair a little more comfortable. He felt like he was
sitting on a pillow, but now his clothes were loose. His shirt
hung on him like a tent, and his pants was even baggier, but was
tight around his hips and his butt.
John's breathing grew harder and deeper in shock and anxiety. He
was shocked out of his mind. He was becoming his own fantasy
girl.
He felt his shoes become loose as his feet shrank and became
delicate. He couldn't see it but now his toenails were pretty,
painted with red polish.
Princess Jane: [8:08AM] u canbt do dis 2 me! u cant! my
momn dad will no I changed!
Whicked Which: [8:08AM] No...they won't. I have also warped
reality. Now everyone will think you have always been a
girl. As soon as your transformation will be complete, John
will cease to exist. Even your own parents will always
think you were a girl. Look at your Birth Certificate. It
will say Jane. Even your room will change. And by the way,
this is now your Primary Screen Name. Trickster189 doesn't
exist any more. Neither do your friends.
John felt a few twitches and cramps in his facial muscles. Then
his whole face spasmed and his vision blurred as his face
changed. It was so painful; he covered his face until it was
over. He was even forced to cough and wheeze a few times while
his vocal cords tightened to give him a very seductive voice.
When it was over he felt his whole face. His lips felt full and
stuck out. His cheeks felt high and puffy. His eyebrows felt
thinner and his nose felt smaller. And all his facial hair went
away. In addition to his body, his face felt hairless and baby
smooth. He couldn't see it, but he figured his eyes were a
beautiful shining blue, as his fantasy girl had. He even shrunk
from his old 5'10 down to 5'5. His feet were dangling off the
floor a few inches since the chair wasn't adjusted for his new
height.
Then came the change that would haunt him forever.
He watched, with fear and absolute shock as his chest inflated
again, but into a pair of woman's breasts. He didn't scream,
yell, shout or cry. He was just frozen in fear and watched
silently. His nipples, as they were growing also, become hard as
it rubbed against his T-Shirt. Now his T-Shirt was only tight
against his large bust. It grew out to a 38D...just the same as
his fantasy girl's. They felt large on his chest and jiggled with
every movement he made. They WERE large.
He felt a pulling sensation in his groin and he reached or his
pants to unbuckle it and see what it was. As he pulled his belt
off he was going to unbutton in until it suddenly became tighter
and was stuck to his skin. Now his jeans were becoming a pair of
women's jeans. He even felt his boxers underneath reshaping and
becoming tighter as it became a pair of white leather lace
panties. Soon he was wearing a pair of skintight blue women's
jeans.
Then his T-Shirt became tighter and tighter, until it became
impossible to take off. It outlined his large tits and even their
rosy red nipples. Then his shirt took on a glossy appearance and
became leather as the sleeves receded back to the collar. The
shirt then became brown and split up the middle of the front as
buttons appeared on it. He was now wearing a tight brown leather
button up vest. His tits were being outlined by the tight
material and dot like nipples were sticking out.
Next John's black Nike sneakers reshaped and the heels got
taller, and became leather. Soon he was wearing a pair of 4"
leather heels. Because of his high heels his feet were finally
back on the floor.
Whicked Which: [8:10AM] Goodbye, Jane.
Since John... Jane forgot to put the plug back in the power
surge, the computer then turned off due to the lack of power
being connected to it. In the dark screen of the computer John
saw the angelic and beautiful face of Jane, his fantasy girl,
with light blue eyes underneath thin arched eyebrows, a small
nose, high and puffy cheeks and red, full, and kissable lips.
Since he jaw hung down in absolute shock he could even see his
teeth were perfectly straightened out and his braces were gone.
His teeth were perfectly white.
Then his whole room became blurry and became out of focus while
it rearranged. When it came back again it was no longer John's
room, but the room of a girl. His videogame and wrestling posters
were replaced with posters of boy bands, female bands, female
singers, and female models. His rock and rap CD's were replaced
with CD's of the same artists that hung from his wall. He now had
a dresser with make-up, nail polish, and hairbrushes on it. It
also had a large mirror. His once, gauche bed was now a Queen
Sized feminine bed. John got out of his chair, knocking it down,
and walked over to his dresser. He was surprised how easily he
walked in his heels. He didn't even notice he had it on. His
glorious ass stuck out behind him due to the heels, and his tits
were pushed forward.
The crouched down and looked in the drawers of the dresser but
all he saw were panties, stockings, bras, thongs, and other under
garments. He hated the sight of all these. He got up and looked
in the closet but all he saw was girl's clothes. He accidentally
looked in the mirror. He saw a beautiful 16 year-old girl with a
crown of red hair that hung down to her back, framing an angelic
face with blue eyes. She had large and ample breasts concealed
within a brown leather vest, a great and voluptuous body with
curves that deserved to be ogled, long, sexy, and smooth legs,
and a large perfectly rounded ass that begged to be spanked. Her
pretty and delicate feet were arched in 4" heels that stuck her
voluptuous ass out behind her and her large tits in front of her.
Him seeing a perfectly flat crotch being outlined by skin tight
jeans told John that his manhood was now gone.
John was now every inch of his fantasy girl.
John started crying, hysterically.
"I can't be a girl!" He said, noticing how pretty and melodious
his voice was. "I can't!"
"Jane!" His mother said while coming upstairs. "It's almost time
for school! You're not on the Internet again, are you?! Didn't I
tell you not to do that in the morning!"
John then found out it was true. Even his mother, the very person
who gave birth to him, would always think she gave birth to a
girl.
John's mother came in but when John looked at her, she looked
different than before. Instead of her black hair, she was a
redhead, just like John was now, and she was remade to look like
an older version of Jane.
"Honey?" She said concerned. "Why are you crying?"
"I'm not a girl!!" John said out loud, desperate to make his
manhood heard. "I'm not!!!"
His mother just looked at him as if he was crazy. "Are you okay,
honey? I think you need some rest. I'll tell your school you were
sick."
"No!! Stop calling me honey!! I'm a boy!! Not a girl!!"
"Jane. Listen to me." She said grabbing John's now narrow and
small shoulders. "You are a GIRL. You don't think I gave birth to
a smelly old boy, do you?" She said with disgust in her voice.
"Ugh, I'd never want a boy. Too much to handle. I want a nice,
mature, beautiful young girl, like you. Ok?"
John pushed her mother to the floor in anger. "STOP TREATING ME
LIKE A GIRL!!"
John tried running out the door, but his heels slowed him down.
His mother, recovering, grabbed his leg and John tripped. His
ample bosom cushioned the fall but also hurt his breasts. Long
red hair fell in his vision. He hated this. Every movement he did
reminded him of his new womanhood. John tried crawling, but his
mother's grip was now too strong for his small petite figure to
break. Once his mother was able to get back up, she grabbed
John's now slim waist, picked his now light body up, and carried
him back in the room. John kicked his legs, flew his arms,
screamed, did anything to break the hold, but it wasn't possible.
John's vision was clogged with tears, and he couldn't see wear he
was kicking.
"Jane! It's okay! Calm down!"
His mother wisely held John on the bed; still holding his waist,
face down, where he couldn't do anything, until he calmed down.
He just continued crying. He just decided to give up. He was just
now a girl.
"It's okay..." His mother said. His mother cautiously let go of his
waist and walked out of the room.
After that incident John had to go to 3 months of therapy. His
family thought he was crazy. He even tried to convince his
therapist that he was really a guy. He even told the therapist
the story. He only thought he was crazy, also, and tried to bring
him back to his senses.
Eventually he just gave up, and pretended to tell and show the
therapist he was recovering. That girl erased any proof and
evidence that John ever existed, so he thought continuing with
his fight for masculinity would only get him a trip to a mental
institute. Nobody at school ever found out, though. His
"cheerleading" reputation wasn't ruined.
Meanwhile, John always went back on and searched all over the
Internet and every room to look for that girl and get her to
change him back, but he never saw her again after that day. It
was then that he realized how huge of a place the Internet is.
When he gave up trying that, he then searched all over the Web
for magic sites to look for a gender changing spell, but the only
spells he found were nonsense and petty ones like Good Luck
Spells, or curses, or Eye Color Changing Spells. He never did
find out the girl's name, so he couldn't find out which college
she went to.
John then just decided to give up, for good. He would just have
to get used to being a woman.
And he did... for 5 years.
But Jane never pulled another prank since that incident.
Afterwards, his family treated him normally again and eventually
he graduated and went to college, where he is now. Now Jane
recalled the reason why she studied Witchcraft in the first
place. She was following the footsteps of the Whicked Which.
It brought a tear to Jane's eyes recalling this whole horrible
story, but she thought it was her optimism that she always had,
even as John, that kept him from killing himself. Now she had the
courage to look at that old Instant Message Log with pride,
instead of fear. She had learned her lesson on that day, 5 years
ago, and she's done good since then. But then, it recalled to
her.
"She never got rid of this log. She never knew I logged it."
Jane cursed her stupidity.
***
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