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The Soda Can of Change: First Encounter part 1
By Gina R
I was dying of thirst so I sprinted all the way from Math class to the
vending machine by the canteen. I didn't feel tired after the sprint as
I was very fit and I swum very regularly. Despite this, however, I
didn't have much muscle and at 5' 5" I was small in height for a
seventeen year old.
Anyway, back at the vending machine I selected my favourite, Irn Bru
(for any Americans reading this is a very famous fizzy drink in
Scotland). But instead of the Irn Bru, a different can appeared. It had
the same orange and blue colours of Irn Bru but the writing was all
strange. Kinda like Japanese but with a different style of symbols.
I probably should have thrown it away, but having spent 50p on it,
which was a rip off even for a Coke, I decided to try it, so I opened
it and drank. Sorta like with Coke, you liked it but couldn't quite put
a finger on what you're tasting. Anyway it tasted okay so I finished
off but kept the can, as it was so unusual. I looked at my watch and
realised I was five minutes late for English, so for the second time in
ten minutes I was sprinting through the corridors.
The first change I noticed was fifteen minutes into the English period.
I was bored and wanted to see how long was left of class. Still forty-
five minutes! Damn it! Then it suddenly hit me. That's not my watch I
thought. It was thin, silver and had a very small face. A girl's watch.
How did that happen? I though. I don't remember taking it off at any
point today.
"David, pay attention!" I heard my teacher shout.
It was then that I realised something else, something worse. I quickly
asked to go to the bathroom and was once again sprinting down the
corridors to the nearest toilet. I entered a cubicle and locked the
door, ripping down my trousers. I knew it! I lifted my shirt to reveal
a lacy pink thong encasing my cock! I looked behind me to see that the
thin back of the thong was nowhere to be seen as it was up between my
ass cheeks. Something is very wrong I thought to myself, I know I
didn't put these on this morning.
The rest of the school day passed without further incident except that
I was continuously fiddling with my thong trying to get comfortable to
the extent that people were beginning to ask if I had a bad wedgie or
something. Well they weren't too far off I guess!
"Hi mum!" I shouted as I returned home.
The first thing I wanted to do was get out of this thong. I was in for
a big shock though as I opened my underwear drawer to find no boxers
but about twenty varying styles of thongs and panties. With shaking
hands, I slowly pulled the pink one I had been wearing back up and put
on my trousers.
No-one could see it I thought, so next morning I went to school once
again wearing a thong, this time black and covered in lace, with couple
of small red bows on either side at the front. I don't know what made
me choose that one.
I knew it had to be some kind of magic but at the moment I was yet to
link it to the strange drink I had had the day before.
There was more to come.
I was just finishing my first class and making my way to my next when I
suddenly realised there was another change. Two minutes later I was in
the same toilet cubicle staring in disbelief at the sexy, black
stockings encasing my legs. The tops were being held up by a black
garter belt with four straps. I felt like crying but forced myself to
hold back the tears. Boys don't cry I thought. But for how much longer?
Whatever was happening to me seemed to be happening very slowly. If it
was a person causing this then they were probably doing it slow to make
it worse on me.
I walked slowly back to class, I didn't know what to think. I was
awoken from my thoughts by a steady click-clicking noise. It took a
moment to realise that it was me making the noise. Sitting back in
English I inspected the damage. Lifting my trouser leg I could believe
what I was wearing. I looked down at the sexiest pair of black, leather
knees high boots with a 4" heel! The leather felt strangely good
wrapped tightly around my leg. Surely this wasn't arousing me? If it
was then it soon went away as I realised that this change might be
noticeable.
The changes however were getting faster.
There was only five minutes left in English when things got a hundred
times worse. All the previous changes had happened instantly and I
barely noticed them at first. This was different. My trousers were
shrinking! The legs kept shrinking until I was wearing very short
shorts. My boots were in full view! Then the shorts joint in the middle
and tightened, forming a revealing miniskirt that was several inches
above the knee. I knew that if I leant forward even a tiny amount my
stocking tops and garter straps would be in full view of everyone.
Could anyone see the changes? There I was at school wearing a
miniskirt, sexy stockings and boots fit for a hooker. And in a minute I
would have to get up to leave class. Oh, and I was now wearing a black
bra underneath my white, semi transparent blouse. I really was sweating
all over but I forced myself to my feet as the bell rang. I was
relieved to see that no-one seemed to take any notice of me. Well, sort
of. Claire, the hot girl I had fancied for years wanted to walk with me
to our next class. Don't take this to mean she was interested in me,
I'd asked her out before and been turned down, but we were friends
still.
"Hi David, coming to Math?" she asked.
"Yes." I managed to reply, nervously.
Everything was going fine, we talked on our way to maths, but then she
said, "I really like your boots, where did you get them?"
I nearly fainted.
"Um... in some shop in town... can't remember which."
"Oh well, they're very nice."
And so I found out that the changes were seen by others but yet they
took them as normal. This wasn't much comfort as I walked awkwardly
into class in the four inch heels. I couldn't believe how good the
nylon stockings felt against my skin! I'm liking this too much I
thought to myself, is my brain being affected as well?
I dug around in my schoolbag for my maths stuff when my hand hit
something that I had completely forgotten about. The can of the drink I
had had yesterday! Suddenly it all came together. The first change, my
watch, changed barely quarter of an hour after I drunk it. I took out
the can and looked over it, noticing also that my hand had a feminine
ring on it and there were a couple of bracelets around my wrist.
There were no clues on the can, just strange writing. That is until I
saw one word in very small writing in amongst the weird symbols. Ok, it
wasn't really a word but at least the letters were English.
"sdcnfchng"
I needed to find out more so I decided to search the internet as soon
as I got home. But first I had to inspect one more change. During lunch
I inspected myself in the toilet mirror. My ears had long dangly
earrings in them and my hair was definitely longer with a hint of blond
in it. This really worried me as so far only my clothes had changed but
my hair was a physical change. So should I expect more? Time would
tell.
By the time I got home that day I had just about mastered walking in
the 4 inch heels. I couldn't help but smile as I looked down to admire
what I was wearing, at the mini that hugged my ass and thighs and the
way the stockings looked. I could tell that they actually looked better
than earlier as since then I had lost all the hair I had on my legs.
They were now very smooth and looked very feminine in those stockings.
Why am I liking this so much? That drink is really messing with my
mind. I was walking in small steps, one foot in front of the other,
swinging my hips as I went. Must be the heels causing that.
When I got home I decided to get the inevitable over with first. I
opened my closet and stared at the assortment of blouses, dresses and
skirts hanging there. On the floor were several pairs of heels and
another couple pairs of boots, include one pair of pink thigh high
boots with a 5 inch heel. The rest all had at least 4 inches of heel on
them.
I changed out of my school stuff to put on something more comfortable.
I planned to put on something more masculine but for some reason I
picked out a pink halter top which left my midriff bare and a black
pleated skirt. Even though I was in the house I slipped on a pair of
silver heels and did up the dainty straps. I imagined how good Claire
would look in this stuff.
With the exception of the leg hair and the hair on my head (down to my
shoulders now) everything else physically was still as it should be.
I sat down at my computer and dialled to the internet. I didn't expect
any matches searching for sdcnfchng but I tried anyway.
And there it was - one match found.
I clicked on it. Only one thing appeared ? an address for some house in
Aberdeen. I must have sat and stared at the screen for five minutes,
maybe ten, I can't actually remember how long or what I was thinking.
Could this lead me to a cure? Or would it be too late by then? Who
would I find there? Aberdeen was not far from where I lived. I needed
to find the address as soon as possible...
To be continued.
This is my first story so comments would be welcomed. Thank you.
G.
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