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Bob Hayes was an average man who lived an average life. Well, actually,
that's not quite true. Bob may have been an average man, but he most
certainly did not lead an average life. Unless you consider a life of
laziness to be average.
You see, Bob had never really had any motivation in life. From when he
was a child, to when he graduated, to when he got an apartment, he just
didn't feel the need to do anything to get something he wanted. That is,
until Jessica Zand came along.
Bob was hanging out in a bar with his friends, when suddenly, she walked
in. From the moment she stepped foot in the building, he couldn't take
his eyes off of her. And why would he? She was gorgeous, beautiful
beyond belief. For the first time in his life, Bob finally had
motivation: to get in that girl's pants! Shallow, yes, but motivation
nonetheless.
And his hard work - a result of the motivation - paid off. The two
managed to hit it off, in more ways than one. Soon, after they'd been
dating for almost 5 years, Bob proposed to Jessica and they got married.
You would think that the story gets better now, right? Wrong.
No sooner than they'd returned from their honeymoon, Bob reverted back
to his old self, lacking the motivation to actually do anything. You may
wonder why this happened. It's quite simple, really: now that he had
what he wanted, he could finally go back to the way things used to be,
the "easy life".
Now, Bob had already met Jessica's mother, Erica. Her father had passed
on years before, but he was still remembered in their hearts. Erica had
been quite impressed with the way Bob had behaved and acted when she
first met him. After all, he was being the perfect gentleman, at the
time, and she had always been interested in men brimming with
determination. But once the two were married, she began to see him for
what he truly was: a "lackluster do-nothing", as she put it.
Erica began to realize that, as a result of his lack of motivation,
Jessica was becoming depressed. "He just isn't the same man I fell in
love with," she had told her mother. Erica couldn't bear to see her
daughter in pain, but there seemed to be nothing she could do about it.
That is, until that fateful day.
Perhaps they were texting, doing their makeup/shaving, talking on the
phone, drunk, half-awake, or something else, but whatever the driver had
or hadn't been doing had distracted them from the road, resulting in
their car crashing into another head-on. A car belonging to one Erica
Zand. She was rushed to the hospital, but nothing could be done to save
her. She passed away at an early 48 years old.
After her mother died, Jessica was overcome with grief. She stayed in
bed for days on end, hoping that someone, anyone, would come to her aid.
But alas, Bob was not that person. Lacking the motivation to even
comfort his wife, he just sat around, watching football on TV and
hanging out with his friends.
But someone just couldn't take it anymore. And that person was Erica
Zand.
Her spirit had been unable to rest easily knowing that Bob was still
being lazy. But, as a ghost, after watching how he had been treating
Jessica in her time of need, she felt she had to do something.
And then she had an idea. She would turn him into a person who would
have enough motivation to get up off their butt and do something,
particularly something for their wife. As she was contemplating this
idea, though, something passed through her. Or rather, she passed
through someone: Bob.
But she didn't just pass through him. She was mystically bound to him,
unable to roam freely as a ghost again. Regardless of her many attempts,
she could not escape her prison.
-------------------------------------------------------
Bob had run out of beer, and decided to make his way to the fridge to
get some more. As he passed through the archway of the kitchen, he
suddenly felt cold, as though he had opened the refrigerator. But that
was impossible: the refrigerator was nearly 15 feet away. Regardless, he
shrugged it off, grabbed his beer, and returned to his football game.
Soon, Bob needed to use the facilities. He headed for the toilet, ready
to lift the seat up, but his body sat down instead. He wondered why he
had done that, and as if by magic, a reason popped into his head: he
liked sitting down to use the bathroom. "Of course," he thought, "I've
always sat down to use the toilet."
As he sat there, Bob noticed that something was wrong with his jeans.
Looking closer, he saw that the jeans had a tear in the seat, as though
he had gained weight and torn right through jeans that used to fit
perfectly. "Guess I've put on a few pounds lately. Maybe I should hit
the gym..." Unbeknownst to him, he hadn't put on a few pounds, but
rather his ass had become larger, pushing the fabric of his jeans too
far.
Before leaving the bathroom, Bob caught a glance of his reflection in
the mirror. "I don't remember shaving this morning," he mused, but then
quickly knew the answer. "Oh, that's right; I've never had any facial
hair. Silly me!" He giggled, and made his way to the kitchen, in hopes
of finding something to mend his jeans with.
As he reached into the drawer to get some thread and a needle, he heard
clicking. He pulled his hands out only to find that his nails had grown
nearly 2 inches! Before his eyes, his hands shrank slightly, becoming
more petite, while his fingers became longer and more slender. But once
again, his fears were relieved as he remembered that he'd always had
girly hands and long fingernails.
After finding the sewing equipment, Bob removed his pants in order to
find the rip, experiencing a slight difficulty in removing them. As he
looked for the rip, he was now unable to find it. "I guess I was just
imagining things," he thought. As he pulled his jeans back on, Bob
noticed that they now fit more snugly.
Bob sat back down in his chair and reached for the remote. He absent-
mindedly changed the channel to the Home Shopping Network, forgetting
about his football game. His eyesight blurred for a moment, and when it
cleared up, he noticed he was holding a bottle of nail polish. The
remote seemed to have magically returned to its original spot. Clearly,
he must have been doing his nails. That was the only logical
explanation.
He continued to paint his nails, choosing hot pink, his favorite color.
As he did this, his jeans began to change. They began to join at the
legs and continued up until Bob was wearing a long denim skirt. The
skirt then started to rise up his legs until it reached his mid thigh.
While his skirt became shorter, his hair began to grow. His once
straight, light brown hair had now become curly, light red locks, and
began to grow out and cascade down his back, stopping as it reached his
new bubble butt.
As the nail polish dried on his nails, he suddenly felt the need to
touch up his makeup as well. As Bob made his way to the bathroom, his
hips popped out and locked into place, causing him to switch from
walking to sashaying.
As he approached the mirror, he saw his own face. But within seconds,
his face had changed to that of a woman's: his lips had become full and
pouty, his nose "cute", his eyes were now brown instead of green, his
eyelashes were longer, and his eyebrows had thinned. Realizing that he
was still beautiful, he began to apply lipstick, mascara, blush, and eye
shadow. He looked in the mirror, and staring back at him was a vision of
femininity.
He decided to go to the store, maybe to buy some groceries, or clothes.
The slippers he had been wearing slowly morphed into stiletto boots,
each with a 5 inch heel. His socks had turned transparent and snaked
their way his legs, making them look even sexier. As Bob searched for
his keys, he failed to realize that he was losing something very
important between his legs. As he became she, she felt her boxers take
on a smoother, sexier feel, and something which had penetrated her butt
crack. The feeling made her giggle, her voice raising a few octaves as
she did so.
Neither Bob nor Erica existed anymore; now the only soul inhabiting this
body was Bethany. She found her keys and headed for her car. She knew
she had to do something, anything to get her friend Jessica out of her
rut. Walking to the car, her waist pulled inward, making her walk even
more seductive. Her shirt turned pink and started to shrink until it was
tight on her chest, the sleeves disappearing and being replaced with
thin straps, and the hemline rising until it exposed a good amount of
her mid-section.
Walking into the store, Bethany went straight for the ice cream, and
grabbed Rocky Road, Jessica's favorite. The man at the cash register was
blown away by her beauty, thinking that she would be the perfect woman
if she had a larger chest. He turned around to grab a flower for her,
thinking maybe he could get lucky. Bethany's chest suddenly sprang to
life, two humongous mounds sprouting from her previously flat torso,
pushing her top to its breaking point. The cashier turned back around,
meeker than before, as he had been distracted by her breast since she
had come into the store.
She paid for the ice cream, and he slipped her the flower with her
change. In response, she pulled a slip of paper out of her purse and
wrote her number on it. "Call me!" she said and, walking out the door,
blew him a kiss. The cashier almost fainted.
Returning to the house, Bethany hurried up the stairs as fast as her
heels would let her and rushed to Jessica's side. The two of them then
began to eat the ice cream and talk about all the good times they'd had
together, and remembering that Jessica's mother was in a better place
now. Bethany decided that there was only one thing that could help her
finally overcome her sadness: getting laid. So they dressed up and
headed to a club. Maybe one of them would get lucky tonight. Jessica
knew that she was already lucky: she had a great friend!
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