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Tonight's Special
By B.L.H.
I stood up from my chair, releasing me from my usual
nightlife, sitting down in a comatose like boredom, drifting away
into TV land. I flipped off the TV with the remote control and
walked over to the refrigerator.
Leaning my head against the cold metal surface of the
refrigerator, I sighed and thought about what I should do
tonight. I had literally no friends, at least not awake or in
town that I could talk to, considering I had just moved here from
Miami. This town was a piece of shit with nothing to do but go to
bars and gamble. That's it. I'll go to the bar.
And with that, I whipped open the fridge, got the milk
carton, opened it and took a few swigs then recapping it and
putting it back in the refrigerator. I turned around, grabbed my
keys of the table and out of my apartment, down the stairs, and
out to my car.
I unlocked the door to my Trans-Am and opened it. I hopped
in the seat, started it up and I was off- to the bar for a nice
night of getting drunk. The trip there was rather short, the
nearest bar was "The Black Saber" and it was only 3 blocks down
the road.
Upon getting there I got out of my car, locked the doors
and walked straight into the bar. There were a few people playing
pool and an empty bar with a bartender washing glasses.
Shit, I thought to myself. There's no one here. Ah well,
its always fun to talk to the bartender over a few drinks. So I
sat down on a barstool and asked for a drink. I paid upfront
because I knew I would be drinking quite a bit.
Over the course of one beer, the bartender and I had talked
about several things. I had mentioned that I had just moved here
and how shitty it was that I had no friends in town, and I've
been here for a month. I explained how every night I just sat and
watched the television until dawn.
The bartender seemed depressed by my stories and started
mixing up a drink. I couldn't really see what he put in it
because he mixed it all up with his back turned. The strange
thing was that he was getting ingredients out of a drawer. I
figured he was just putting double shotters in a glass and mixing
them. He turned around.
"Here, bud. This ones on the house"
"What is it?" I asked.
"Let's just say it will improve your social life and help
you make a few friends, eh?"
"Alright" I replied.
And with that, I guzzled the concoction down my throat and
slammed the glass vigorously on the table. The bartender smiled.
"Hmmm. That tasted almost like juice, what kind of alcohol
was in that?" I asked
"It's the bar's special tonight."
Satisfied with what the bartender told me, I nodded my head
and thanked him. I was about to ask for another beer when just
then my stomach started feeling a little strange. It didn't
really ache, but it felt full for some reason... extremely full.
"Ah, that drink didn't sit well with me, I think I'm going
to go home and go to sleep" I said
"Suit yourself sir." Stated the bartender.
I got up off the barstool, turned around and headed out the
door. While walking, I still had that strange feeling in my
stomach, accompanied by a weakness in the legs, almost as if it
seemed harder to walk.
I entered my car, started it up and began driving down the
road. I couldn't wait to go home and go to bed due to my sudden
weak feeling. Little did I know that my night had only just
begun.
When I arrived at my apartment, I went inside and laid face
first on my large comfortable couch. After a few moments my face
started to feel quite strange against the texture of the couch
and my eyes almost felt different, almost as if they were bigger.
I wondered if the bartender had slipped some acid or PCP into my
drink, because I definitely wasn't sober, but I wasn't drunk
either, in fact I wasn't even buzzed from the alcohol.
I got up and walked over to the mirror and gazed at my
reflection. I looked just as I always do, but I felt a little
different. I ignored the feelings and walked back to my couch and
sat down on it, grabbed the remote control and just as I was
about to press the power button, I noticed my fingernails were a
little bit longer and thinner than I remembered them. I got up
again and walked into my bathroom to get a pair of fingernail
clippers.
I looked at my reflection again in the mirror just as I was
about to snip off my first nail, and I noticed something was
wrong with my face. I looked relatively normal, except my head
seemed a little less wide and tall. I put my face 2 or 3 inches
away from the mirror and studied it as well as I could. I didn't
seem to notice anything else different about my face except for
the smallness and the slight pigmentation change in my skin. I
figured it was just from being tired and I proceeded to cut off
my fingernails. Upon looking down on them this time, they seemed
even longer than before, this time about 3 or 4 centimeters
longer than the tips of my fingers, which now seemed skinnier and
shorter than before. Even my once huge joints were the same
thickness as my fingers now.
"What the fuck is happening to me?" I said in distress.
I looked at my reflection again in the mirror. There was
something noticeably wrong this time, my eyes were bigger, and
shaped more like cats eyes now, how the end of the eye facing my
nose was now curled down a tiny bit and the other end seemed
almost to curl up. I still looked like myself though, just with
bigger and more defined eyes. Then I realized that my eyes had
not only defined, but they had become extremely feminine looking.
It must be the drink, I thought to myself, and tried to ignore
it.
I stood up and gazed at myself in the mirror again. My eyes
were still large, as did they feel that way. I shook my head
quickly to make sure I wasn't dreaming, and then I turned around
and walked back to the couch. While walking, I felt different,
almost as if how my bones move in the way I walked had changed. I
ignored it and sat down again on the chair. I picked up the
remote control again, this time noticing that it was a bit
heavier than I remembered it. I went to lay my head back on the
back of the couch, but something as wrong. Instead of my head
resting atop the headrest, it laid straight back on it. I stood
up from the chair quickly to make sure I hadn't gotten shorter or
anything.
I had gotten shorter. The television was now the same
height as my neck, when it was usually at my chest right above my
stomach.
"Holy shit, what the hell is happening to me?" I said
again.
My voice almost seemed higher pitched as I let it out, but
just a little bit. Now I knew what was happening. I was slowly
feminizing. I unzipped my pants and pulled them down, looking
down to make sure that my dick was still there. It was- but it
seemed twice as small as before!
I ran back into the bathroom to check myself out in the
mirror, and my thesis was right! I noticed that my arms were no
longer muscular and built; instead they were scrawny, as with the
rest of my once fairly built body. But besides that, I looked
almost like a feminine teenager, around the age of 19.
This just wasn't right, I was 24 years old, and now I
looked like a 19 year old. I turned the faucet on and put my head
under it to wash away the sweat that was building up on my
forehead. I picked up the towel next to my bathtub and dried my
head and hair off. Upon moving the towel away from my face, I
noticed a mass of long hair stuck to my towel, wedged between my
fingers that were holding it.
I quickly looked back in the mirror. I was now even
shorter, but besides that I had the same body, except now I had
the head of a 14-year-old girl! I gasped in horror. Just then my
pelvic area started to feel quite strange. I looked down only to
notice that I was wearing panties, and right above that was a
tight young girls stomach, which was actually sexy as hell. I
looked back up at the mirror, focusing in on myself. I now had a
bra on! I looked down at it and checked under the bra, and to my
surprise there were B cup breasts under it!
I have to lock my door, I thought to myself. So I quickly
turned around and gasped in horror. Instead of the rest of my
apartment being outside my bathroom door, it was a bedroom with
wooden walls and a pink ceiling. There was a bed in the corner
with silk blankets resting on it. Just then I heard stomping
noises coming from above me, then I realized that I had to be
tripping on something, because I was obviously still in my
apartment if there was someone above me. The footsteps got louder
and closer to me, and then I noticed a tall female with blonde
walked into the room.
"Tiffany, you have to go to bed, it's late!" she demanded.
"What? Who are you?" I asked confusingly
"I'm your mother dear!" she said and then she flipped on
the light.
I almost panicked; I didn't know what to do, so I decided
to play along.
"Okay, sorry I couldn't see you mom. I'm going to bed now"
I said.
She smiled, turned off the light, and walked back up the
stairs.
"Holy shit! I've traded bodies with some little girl!" I
said quietly to myself.
I turned around and looked back in the mirror, and realized
that I was no little girl. I was a teenager around the age of 16,
and a very sexy teenage female at that. I was wearing a plaid
schoolgirls dress and a black shirt that hugged by curves well
and showed off my stomach, as well as my breasts.
I walked into the room I could now call my new bedroom, and
looked around for a clock. It was dark so the red light analog
clock in the corner of the room stood out very well. It read
1:13. I quietly walked out of the room, up the stairs, and walked
right out the door.
Walking was an extremely uplifting experience. The panties
I was wearing rubbed against the skirt as I walked, my high heels
were making the walk all the more invigorating. I never thought
that being a girl would ever feel so great! But then again, I've
never really thought about being a girl before.
I looked at the road signs. The street my house was on was
called Laton. Wait, I knew exactly where Laton was, it's the same
street the bar is on! I ran down the street clumsily in my high
heels all the way to the bar. I walked right in the front door,
and up to the bartender.
"Hey there honey, what are you all out of breath for?"
asked the bartender with a confused look on his face.
"You mother fucker! What did you give to me? Look what it
did to me!" I cried out, attracting the people playing pools
attention to me.
"Oh, I take it you are that man who watched TV all night."
He said quietly.
"Why you..." I said raising a fist to the bartender.
"That wont be necessary," he said quietly "you couldn't
hurt me anyways. I just tried to help you, I figured you wanted
to make some friends and have a little fun, don't tell me you
haven't already tried the limits of your body!" he said quietly
"You sick mother fu-" I said getting cut off.
"Yo Jeff, get this underage kid out of the bar for me, she
wont listen." the bartender yelled over the bar to a large man in
the corner.
The man in the corner immediately came up to me and grabbed
me around the shoulder. I tried to struggle my way out of his
grasp, but I was just too weak to do any good.
He escorted me out of the bar, and told me not to come back
until I was old enough. Just then I broke down crying. I had
never really cried before, but something urged me to let my
emotions flow. I thought cried for an hour straight, and then
after realizing that I was female for the rest of my life, I got
up and started to walk home.
***
Not much has changed since that night; it's a year later
and I'm still stuck in that girl's body. I did manage to get to
my apartment, and to my surprise, I was still living there.
There's no way I could ever get someone to believe what happened
to me, so I just played along, and here I am, 1 year later and
I'm actually loving it. Being female is actually the greatest
point in my life, and if it is just one big acid trip, then this
is one hell of a good trip.
THE END
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