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The Soda Can of Change: First Encounter part 2
By Gina R
I knew I had to find the address as soon as possible to stop all the
changes that had happened over the past two days. There was no denying
it; I was turning into a girl! All my clothes had been turned into very
feminine skirts, dresses, tops, lingerie and heels. What's more,
despite there being a few pairs of girl's jeans, I always seemed to
want to wear the most feminine clothes amongst my attire. All because
of that stupid soda can. The sooner I found this place the better. The
earliest I could go look was Saturday, but today was Friday and I would
have to endure another day of school. As yet physical changes were
small, only my hair was longer and blonder and I had lost all body
hair.
When I woke that morning, my changing mind told me to dress
immediately. I looked in my underwear drawer and pulled out a black
pair of lace panties, the material felt so arousing as I slowly pulled
them up my smooth, silky legs. Next I attached a matching black garter
belt around my waist and pulled on a pair of sheer nylon stocking and
attaching them to the garter belt. I rolled the nylon up my leg slowly
to fully enjoy the feeling of the material on my hairless legs. Keeping
up the black theme I selected a bra to match the rest of my lingerie
and attached it at the first attempt. How was I so good at that?
I viewed myself in the full length mirror which I don't recall having
and admired how I looked. Why I was dressing in such raunchy underwear
for a mere school day I did not know. I went to my closet and pulled
out the shortest, tightest black leather miniskirt and eased it over my
wide hips (when did they get to be like that?) and pulled up the
zipper. The leather of the mini and the lace of the panties rubbing
together as I swung my hips felt amazing and I spent several minutes
admiring the feeling and rubbing by behind before I continued.. Next I
went for a pink top with small sleeves that only reached my elbows. It
was tight and clingy and would have looked great if I had a pair of
tits to go with it. As I thought of this I decided to fill the cups of
my bra with a couple of socks, giving a modest but ample bust. Finally
I needed to decide on footwear. My eyes settle on the pink thigh highs
with the 5 inch heel. Surely not. Not to school. I already looked like
a hooker as it was with the minute mini and tight top. But my mind was
made up. I pulled the boots over my small feet (when did the get so
small) and pulled up the zippers. I was in ecstasy. I looked at myself
in the mirror, unable to fathom why I chose to wear what I had. There
was no doubt, I looked like a hooker. Every boy I passed at school
would be after a piece of my ass. But my mind told me the look was not
yet complete. I needed make up and would have to style my shoulder
length blond hair (changes had obviously continued as I slept). I
grabbed my hair straigteners and make up bag (were those mine?) and
made my way to the bathroom.
At this point I had not looked closely at my face. On reaching the
bathroom I was in for a shock as I saw my face close up. My eyebrows
were thin and arched; my eyes were blue and a bit larger with long dark
lashes. My cheekbones were a little higher and my skin was blemish free
and smooth. But these were subtle changes. My lips were something else.
We are talking large, pouty, cocksucker lips like I'd never seen except
in a porn mag.
I set about applying my make-up, mascara to my lashes, blusher on my
cheeks and a bright pink shimmering lipstick which added to the effect
of my lips.
I stared long and hard at myself in the mirror. There was no way I
could be called a boy now. I lacked breasts (bar the socks) and was
still equipped down below but to any onlooker (of which I was sure
there would be many of) I was all girl. Or slut might be more
appropriate, based on how I was dressed.
But I didn't want to be a slut! I felt tears building in me, on the
verge of flooding out of my larger-than-should-be eyes. They did not
come though, as the second consciousness that was growing in me told me
that if I did I would have to redo my makeup. So I held back the tears
and went about styling my blond hair, now at my shoulders.
"Your going to be late, Debbie, hurry up!" I heard my mum yell from
downstairs.
I sighed as I realised my fate was sealed then by my own mother. What
was worse was the name sounded right. As if it always had been.
"No," I thought to myself. "I've got to fight this. I just need to find
this address and resist the changes inside me and I should be fine."
Somehow, I didn't believe myself.
My hands were shaking. But all I could think as I looked at my long
slender shaking fingers was how much better they would look with a coat
of pink nail polish.
Having done this, and added earrings, a ring and bracelet I headed
downstairs to face my mum. God knows what she would say. Would she act
like Claire and act as if everything was normal or would she go
ballistic at me. As I entered the kitchen mum looked up and down at how
I was dressed and gave me one of those disappointed looks that all
mothers have in their facial expression repertoires. I though the worst
and started too blush.
"I've told you before, I don't like you going out looking like that."
She said in a low tone.
"I'll dress how I want, I think I look nice." That was Debbie speaking
out not me. It sure as hell wasn't my voice that's for sure. It was
high and airy and extremely feminine.
Debbie continued, "Why do you have to be like this all the time, it's
my life, not yours."
Just like any teenage girl rebelling against authority. I felt like I
was just a though at the back of the mind of this girl with no physical
body of my own, unable to control this body I was in. Of course it was
me doing everything but then why would I say things like that.
"I can't seem to say anything to you anymore without an argument." Mum
sighed and returned to cleaning the kitchen.
I ate a bowl of shredded wheat cereal (I need to look after my figure
after all) and grabbed my schoolbag. After one last check at my
appearance in the mirror to make sure everything about my appearance
was perfect, I headed out the door for a school day which could be very
eventful.
As I walked the ten minute journey (actually about fifteen today,
taking small steps really slows you down), I felt more and more aware
of my situation. I became very aware of all the new feelings and
sensations that my hooker outfit (I seemed to keep reminding myself of
that fact) were causing. The shoulder length hair kept falling around
my face, requiring me to brush it behind me in a very feminine gesture.
The tight top and bra felt very constricting and the bra straps felt a
little itchy and I was constantly adjusting them around my shoulders.
There isn't much I could say about the leather mini I was in as there
wasn't much there anyway. It just about covered the important areas but
no more. It did however feel a little tighter than before, or to be
more exact it seemed my ass cheeks had swelled. The early morning
spring breeze against my stockinged legs was an exhilarating experience
that needs to be felt to be understood, as is the incredible shine
created by the sheer material, despite the fact that it doesn't look
like there is anything there at all. Then there was those boots. Bright
pink that would stand anyone apart from a crowd. Huge five inch heels
that created my very feminine walk. Or was that now just natural. With
so many changes occurring it was hard to be sure. Overall, I was
nothing short of a sex bomb dressed and guaranteed to attract all men.
On my way to school I encountered two of my old friends, both male.
Neither greeted me but I did receive some approving whistles from both.
I did not approve though but thought I should be nice, so I gave them a
smile and a girly wave and continued on my way. Just before reaching
the school I saw Claire. I had previously considered her a friend, but
today I though of her as my best friend. I rushed over to say hi.
"Hey Debs, howz it going, you look great as always." She greeted me.
"Thanks, I thought so." I replied in an equally girly voice which I now
accepted as my own.
"Ever the modest one." She grinned at me, "Come on or we'll be late."
Claire was not one for dressing as I was dressed but she did like to
wear skirts (something I greatly approved of) and today she was in a
black knee length skirt and about two inch black heels. She wore a
white blouse with the school tie around it.
Normally I would get very aroused by Claire but this morning all I
could think was that she looked nice. Just nice. I wasn't stupid. I
knew what that might mean, but I tried to push it to the back of my
mind.
After registration, Claire and I walked to our first class, Physics.
Claire sat at the front of the class whereas I was at the back. The
desks were double desks and I sat next to Steve, who before today was
my best friend with whom I would get into a fair amount of trouble
with. Not now, Steve was one of those whistling at me on the way to
school.
Steve was about six feet and very popular with the girls. Dark hair and
plenty muscles as well as lots of confidence made him a sure hit. As he
sat down next to me, his hand went immediately to my thigh, squeezing
and caressing it. I couldn't help but enjoy his hand on my leg with the
nylon between them.
"Hey baby, you look good." Steve whispered in my ear as he sat down.
"Get off." I replied, feigning annoyance.
"Come on, baby, you know you like it."
"No I don't, now leave me alone."
"What's up, on your period or something?" He said with a grin.
At that comment, I removed his hand from my leg and tried to
concentrate on getting some work done. Steve shrugged his shoulders and
did the same.
I wasn't working though. My mind was trying to sort out the feelings
going through my head at that moment. I didn't like boys in that way, I
knew that but I couldn't deny his touch aroused me. I looked around the
class, trying to turn my thoughts to something else. As I scanned the
room at least five boys turned away quickly, averting their eyes away
from me. This is getting worse I thought to myself.
Time began to pass quickly and it was not long before the end of class.
I had gym next which worried me.
"Everyone thinks I'm a girl so I'll probably have to change in the
girls locker room." I thought, "but I'm still male under these clothes
so what do I do?"
I met up with Claire again at the end of class and she could see my
thoughts were elsewhere.
"Something wrong?" She asked. "You look distracted."
"No, I'm fine." I replied unconvincingly.
She let the matter drop though and we walked in silence. Claire needed
the toilet though, and suddenly I was on my own in a corridor full of
guys with their eyes on me. I almost panicked when I turned a corner
and saw five guys my age looking my way. One of them was Steve and he
was walking up to me. A few seconds later he had me with my back
against the wall, one of his arms on either side of me preventing any
chance of escape.
"Hey sexy, how come you were ignoring me before?"
"What do you want Steve?" I said trying not to sound scared.
"Come on, babe, you're not dressed like that for fun. You're trying to
tell me something, aren't you? You trying to impress me, tell me that
you're a little slut and want me to take you again and again."
With that, Steve reached out and starting rubbing my left "breast" and
leant down intending to kiss me. With one hand otherwise occupied, I
took the chance to duck out of his way and escape down the corridor to
gym class.
I was shaking and wondering how I could possibly escape him next time.
But there were other reasons to be worried. His touch once again
aroused me. But he was rubbing a sock, not skin, how could it have done
anything. But yet a wave of pleasure had rushed through me, distracting
me from the fact that I was being felt up by a boy. I still struggled
to work it out as I entered the girls changing room to get ready for
gym. Now I had the problem of disguising my lack of female parts from
the rest of the class.
"What the..."
I looked down at the tight pink top I was wearing which hid nothing
underneath. Which is how I noticed to erect nipples pushing out from
the stretchy material of the top. How could nipples get through the
socks I had between the bra and my skin. Well, the answer to that was
simply that there were no socks between skin and bra now. I had
breasts. Good sized tits too, about a C cup with the push up I was
wearing, a little smaller without. At least the problem of disguising
myself from the others was no longer a worry. I decided to distract
myself from my problems by enjoying the scene developing in front of me
as about ten or so hot girls were stripping off down to their
underwear. They looked good but yet as before with Claire, it didn't
feel right, I wasn't as aroused by this scene as I should have been.
Sure, I could see that they looked good, but I wasn't imagining myself
with these girls as I might have done before.
"Hurry up Debbie, your gonna be late." One girl said to me, reminding
me that I still had to get changed.
"Damn it!" I thought, "I don't think I packed a kit this morning."
But obviously the drink had taken care of that as I removed from my bag
a small T-shirt and shorts as well as a pair of Adidas trainers with
the traditional three stripe in a shade of light pink. As I changed out
of my leather skirt and leather thigh-highs I felt less comfortable
without them and in something a bit more normal. My mind had clearly
adapted to be more comfortable in sexy, revealing clothes instead.
Obvious really, when I thought about it, why else did I put on those
clothes in the first place this morning?
As it was spring and the weather was good we were outdoors doing
athletics. On my way to the field my ass got a squeezing from three
different hands and my bouncing new breasts were a constant reminder of
my situation. As I was a swimmer before these changes I was very good
at physical sports such as running but it proved to be not so as I
struggled in these events during the period. I still did better than
most of the girls but I was still disappointed with my performance. You
wouldn't believe how difficult a large pair of tits can make running. I
was pretty sore by the end of the period. I felt better though once I
was back in my skirt and boots.
I didn't look forward to running into Steve again, so I did something I
had never done before and skipped the rest of school. Instead I decided
that I couldn't wait until tomorrow to find the address that I prayed
would lead to me being returned to my normal self. As I was changing
after gym, I noticed that my manhood was definitely smaller. There was
no guarantee that I would wake up tomorrow with any male parts
whatsoever.
There was little of my mind left by this point either. I knew
completely who I was and all that but the way in which I thought about
everything had changed. The main focus of my thoughts was on fashion
and my appearance. I was thinking about how I could make myself more
attractive to boys and please them. My sexual orientation was different
also. Gym class had made it clear that girls no longer came first.
Instead, as I made my way to the bus stop to take the next bus into the
city, I found myself admiring males who passed by me. They of course,
admired me also but then who could blame them. One even asked how much
I charge!
The bus was packed. As I walked onto the bus about thirty men were
staring at my and there were several not-too-quiet comments.
"Check out that piece of ass."
"I'd sure like an evening with her."
"You got a boyfriend, sexy."
I couldn't help it. Their comments turned me on. I had to stand as
there were no seats left. As I stood, I started to raise my hand to one
of my breasts and stroked it through the soft material of the lacy bra
I was wearing. I knew that people were watching. I accidentally let out
a moan. I surprised myself with that as it sounded hugely erotic. I
looked like a porn star and now I was acting and even sounding like
one. I was in a public place feeling up my breasts (both now, I wasn't
even holding on to anything). I found a spare seat next to man who was
clearly shocked by what he was seeing. I began franticly massaging my C
cup (or were they D cup now) breasts, and letting out moan after erotic
moan, not accidentally now. Waves of pleasure were shooting through my
body. The man next to me got a bit bolder and slowly laid an arm on my
thigh and began rubbing. The moan I let out encouraged him further as
his hand moved closer to my crotch, where he continues to stroke. After
about another minute of this, the waves of pleasure turned to ecstasy
as I experienced feeling which can't be expressed in words, other than
one hell of an orgasm.
During this I never once felt my shrinking cock extend itself, despite
the experiences. This was not at the front of my mind at this point
however. At my stop I staggered off the bus which had arrived at the
city centre. As I made my way off the bus more comments were thrown my
way. I didn't care.
I knew where I was going to get to the mysterious house that I found on
the internet, it was no more than five minutes from here.
As I walked, I tried to comprehend what had happened on the bus but
this only increased the sexual drive building inside of me. I couldn't
help but notice the eroticism with which I walked: swinging my hips as
I moved with small steps in my five inch heeled hooker boots. My
growing ass cheeks moving widely to the rhythm of my walk.
The building was plain, boring and was no different than any of the
thousands of houses like it in this city and those all over the
country. It was so plain in fact, that I almost thought that it could
not be the right place at all. I had to try though if I was ever going
to return myself to normal. But it was not this that drove me to enter
the house; it was instinct, a strong sexual instinct that came over me
as I looked at the house. I began to feel aroused again as I was drawn
to the front door. Before entering, I pulled out the orange and blue
can which had led me this house and indeed caused all of the problems
which I found myself in.
Inside there was no plain and boring hallway of a typical city house.
The door of the house swung open to reveal a massive entrance hall
which should really have been the size of the house as it looked from
outside, but yet there were several doorways at either side of the hall
leading to other rooms and on the left hand side there was an ornately
designed wooden stairway leading to a floor above.
"Strange," I thought to myself, "I could have sworn the house was a
bungalow."
I could only presume more magic was involved. These thoughts took place
in the matter of a half second. From that moment on my eyes were
immediately drawn to the end of the hall where a large seat was
positioned in the centre which could only be described as nothing short
of being a throne! Like in a royal household, not in this rundown part
of a city.
The clicking of my heels echoed loudly around the giant room as I swung
my hips to the end of the hall up to the throne.
"Welcome, my pretty." The occupier of the magnificent seat greeted me.
Her voice was heavenly, like that of an angel.
I raised my eyes slowly to look at the owner of that beautiful voice.
She sat, perfect legs crossed in silver heels which alone raised my
heartbeat a little. She wore a white dress, tight around the chest,
flaring out around her legs, with a shine matched only by the heels on
her feet. My eyes matched hers and my breath caught in my through as I
gazed upon the most radiant beauty one could ever dream of. Her face
and complexion was one of perfection and I could swear there was no
makeup on it. Her hair cascaded down around her shoulders; the colour
was the blondest of blondes.
As I tried to take in the sight before me, I felt the sexual drive
return to me as I felt an unbearable need to be pleasured.
"My name is Gloria." She continued in that spellbinding voice. "You
have been led here by the drink you now hold in your hand. You are no
doubt seeking a way in which you can return to your old self, am I
right."
I could not speak, so nodded in response.
"I won't fool you; you are not here to return to yourself. Does that
disappoint you?"
I tried to think clearly but I was struggling to think coherently. Both
my hands were caressing each breast with renewed passion. Was this
really so bad? The pleasure was like nothing I'd ever felt before as a
boy.
Boys.
That word stuck in my head as I thought. I felt a desperate need for a
man to relieve me of my sexual desires now!
"Yes, it's nice isn't it." Gloria laughed, reading my thoughts.
She stepped down from where she sat and came over to me. She then
actually began to help me with my own groping! As her fingers expertly
worked at my left breast, the other hand squeezing my generous ass
cheeks, she continued.
"Many men are led here. Each has drunk a can of the drink you had, and
each find themselves within two days a sexually frustrated sixteen year
old in constant need of sex."
I let out a loud moan of pleasure which filled the entirety of the huge
entrance hall.
Any more of this and I would be screaming.
"These cans are spread out all over the world to ensnare men and change
them. As you did, they find the address that led you to me through the
letters 'sdcnfchng'."
"What... huh... what does it... mean?" I managed to gasp.
She let out a little laugh.
"Add the vowels, my pretty. SoDa CaN oF ChaNGe."
At this, she lent down and kissed me deeply, her tongue meeting mine.
After my recent sexual need, I expected this to send me over the edge.
But nothing.
"How was that, my pretty."
"I didn't feel anything." I told her truthfully.
I realised what had happened. My fate had been sealed.
Gloria, the most attractive female in existence was unable to arouse my
feelings. It was men I wanted. I felt a desperate need for a big cock
to pleasure me in ways I had never experienced.
"Your change is complete, Debbie. Welcome to your new life. Please take
the first door on your right over there."
As I made my way to the door, my hands still furiously working at my
breasts, I was struggling to gather my thoughts. Who was I? Am I
Debbie? One look down at myself answered that for me. I smiled and
opened the door. Inside was an attractive man in his early twenties. He
was completely naked, sitting on a bed in the middle of the room and
was smiling at me. I returned his smile and closed the door.
My name is Debbie.
I live in the House of Gloria, my mistress, and I am a sexual slave.
My duties are to serve her along with my fellow slaves and to pleasure
men as they visit the House. I am in a constant state of arousal and
after my work is done for the day, I return to my chambers up the
wooden staircase with the other girls and we help to relieve each
others sexual drive, although we are not physically attracted to each
other. It is men that each of us wants. And Mistress Gloria provides us
with just that each day. Occasionally, a new girl will arrive at the
House and join us in our world of sex.
I love my life.
The End
Note from Author.
As Gloria explained, there are more cans out there, waiting to ensnare
new victims. These tales are waiting to be told and I am giving other
writers the opportunity to take up these stories themselves. I only ask
that you follow the rules of the soda cans from this and part one, and
that you make reference to these stories as the original. I may write
more based on this theme myself and welcome any suggestions you have
for these.
Hope you enjoyed the story and as always feel free to review it.
G.
xxx
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