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The Craziest Thing- Prologue
By Toxic Allie
In New York City there is a blunder of people. I have lived in New
Jersey for mostly all of my life. I have been coming here since I was
16. At age 18, I was fortunate enough to move out of my parent's house
into my own place.
Luck would have it that just one block from my apartment; there was a
train station to get to the city. That allowed me to get there quicker.
At 21 I decided that I wanted to move into the city. That it was more of
the lifestyle that suited me as opposed the suburbs.
I have been walking these streets more than I had cared to count. But
one thing that is true about these streets is that you will never run
into or walk past the same stranger more than once.
It's an interesting thought, but it is true. The reason for that is
simple. Tourists. Not that I have anything against them, but they
overrun the sidewalks. It is annoying. And then when there is a family
of them fanned out on the sidewalk, and that forces you to walk in the
street, it makes you despise them.
But enough of all that.
I was walking through Central Park and going about my day. Which so far
had, been going pretty shitty. My girlfriend Chrissy broke up with me.
And that really shouldn't piss me off, but it did. Only because her
bitch of a friend Kara made up some bogus story that I cheated on her.
"Fucking hell... What a bitch," I muttered under my breath.
Not for nothing, but that isn't my style. To cheat? I have been cheated
on, and the way that it makes you feel like nothing. Literally. It also
makes you feel like shit. As if you are not good enough for the person.
Then comes the self-doubt. Did I do something wrong to make them cheat?
It's a vicious cycle.
Anyway, Kara told Chrissy that I was out with my friend Maddy -which was
true- and that we went to a bar and I was making out with her.
The odds of Kara walking into that exact bar, at that exact time are
totally unlikely. Chrissy should know that, living in New York as well.
But she believed Kara over me. And it is mindboggling.
I was so pissed. I don't see how this day could get any better.
I kept walking down the park and came upon the southwest exit at 59the
and Columbus. I took out a cigarette and placed it between my lips. I
looked up to see the ped-light was signaling "Do Not Walk". I took the
opportunity to dig into my pockets to find my light.
I came up empty.
"Shit..." I muttered. In a city where nearly everyone smokes I felt like
an idiot for not having my lighter.
"Cuse me! Here! I got light!" Came the broken English of an short older
Asian man next to me.
I turned to look at the man and saw him looking slightly up at me with a
big grin on his face. He was holding up a lighter in his hand and was
offering it to me. He was defiantly a tourist. He had on one of those
old man style fishing hats, a button-up floral print short sleeve shirt,
and Bermuda shorts with sandals.
Not that the camera around his neck wasn't a dead giveaway either.
I smiled back at the man and took the lighter, "Thanks man," I said to
him. In response he just nodded and kept smiling to me.
I lit the end of the cigarette and smiled kindly to the man and handed
him the lighter back.
"Thanks again," I said as I took a pull on the cigarette and took a
breath in feeling the smoke enter my lungs.
The man just smiled as he put the lighter back in his pocket. His
smiling was beginning to creep me out, but I didn't let it show.
"You welcome!" he said to me with a cheery smile.
At that moment the ped-light signaled for everyone to walk, and the
crowd of people at the corner proceeded to cross the street.
I was about to hit my normal walking pace when my phone vibrated in my
pocket. "Crap..." I said as I stopped walking to pull it out. As I did,
I saw it was a text message.
My walking came to a near standstill as I had some compulsion to read
this message. And I felt sorry that I had. It was from Chrissy. And it
was a message that just made my day get worse.
"Hey, look I know that I was a bit harsh on you for cheating but Kara
wouldn't lie to me especially about something like that im sorry I just
can trust you anymore but we do need to talk about this and get to why
you did it. Bye."
That is what the message read.
I just shook my head. It sickens me, how girls will listen to their
friends over their boyfriend, even when their friend happens to be a
crazy bitch who can't keep a boyfriend for more than one week.
If I was Kara I could set this all straight and Chrissy would listen to
me. Hell, if I was any girl, Maddy even, I could get Chrissy to believe
me. Or even Lizzy. Or any girl. But that wasn't about to happen.
Then I looked up and tucked my phone away. I couldn't believe what I
caught out of the corner of my eye.
I saw that the old Asian man, who had given me the light had dropped
something and was bending over to pick it up. And about 50 yards away
from him was black Ford that was speeding down Central Park South like a
bat out of hell.
Instinct kicked in and I began to sprint to the man and I knew I wasn't
thinking. In the back of my mind, I knew that this was 50-50. That I
could either push him out of the way and take the hit, or I could push
him out of the way and avoid the car as well. I was praying to God for
the latter.
I made contact with the old man and wrapped my arms around his waist and
spun us both around so he was on top of me and I kept driving my feet. I
heard the sound of the Ford's horn as the car zoomed on by and then the
screech of the breaks.
Then I felt the hard pavement as well as the weight of the man above me
as we both hit the sidewalk. I knew for a fact I took the brunt of the
impact, but if the old man had, then lord knows what might have
happened.
I heard people gasping and talking amongst themselves about what they
had just seen. There were also the sounds of camera shutters of people
taking photos of the whole situation.
"Hey! What the fuck is you doin' in the middle of the Goddamn road! You
lookin' to get killed?" the Italian driver of the car yelled as he got
out of the car and began to berate us as if it were out fault.
"Shut the fuck up you piece of shit guinea! You really think that you
can pin this on us? Do you not see the fuckin' red light there? It means
don't go. Or are you too fuckin' retarded to realize that?" I yelled
back at him in anger as I was still laying there, and the Asian man had
already started to get up.
The guy got a surprised look on his face as if he was the most innocent
person in the world. "What the fuck did you just say to me you little
prick?" He asked as he began to walk over towards me.
"Oh I think you hear me just fine you fuckin' fag," I said to him as
stood up and helped the old man to his feet.
"You are dead you little spic you and your little gook pal..." The guy
said to me as he walked right up to me and attempted to take a swing at
me.
I avoided it and he had a look like "How could I miss" Typically New
York City wannabe.
I took my right hand and drove it into the side of his head, as I felt
my hand make contact with his ear and temple.
The guy grabbed his ear and began to wince in pain. I took the
opportunity to launch my left fist into his stomach twice as he doubled
over I placed my hand on his forehead and pushed him onto the ground.
Once again, pictures were being taken and you could hear people gasping
and talking amongst themselves.
I walked away from the man who I just put on the ground and back over to
the Asian man.
"Are you ok sir?" I asked him, genuinely concerned for him.
He just looked up at me, and dusted himself off and smiled that big
goofy smile. "I ok! Thank you! What your name?" he asked me with the
same smile.
This time I couldn't help but chuckle. This old dude was alright. "I'm
glad you're good. And my name is Steven. And you?" I asked him as I
reached back into my pocket and pulled out my pack of cigarettes again
put another one between my lips.
The old man once again pulled out his lighter and handed it to me.
"Thanks yet again," I said as I accepted the lighter again and lit the
cigarette.
"My name, Kim! You save life I must repay you!" Kim said is a chipper
voice as I handed him his lighter back.
I smiled at Kim and shook my head no. "No, sir. It's ok, I just did the
human thing. No need to repay me," I said honestly as I took a drag of
the cigarette and inhaled the smoke.
Then Kim shuffled over to me and placed a hand on my forehead. I tried
to back away, but something told me not to. That it was safe.
He then placed his hand on my temple and for some reason, my though that
if I were any girl, I could get Chrissy to believe me, came to the front
of my mind.
Kim then removed his hand from my forehead and smiled at me. "I have
perfect gift to make thought you just have, come true!" he said as he
reached into one of his bags and began to dig through it.
"Kim, sir, it is alright you don't have to..." I began to say, but
stopped. I figured I might as well humor him.
Finally stopping, Kim pulled out what looked to be a golden ring. It
looked too big to even fit me, but I had to admit it was a nice looking
ring.
"Here, this for you. Make you able to get female to believe you!
Especially girlfriend!" He said to me with a smile as he held up the
ring to me.
"Wait.... How did you know about that? How?" I asked Kim as he smile at
me and that smile was all I needed. I didn't feel the need to ask any
more questions.
I felt Kim's withered old hands take my right hand in his, and he pulled
out my middle finger. I looked down as he did this and sighed as I knew
that the ring would not fit me.
He then began to slide the ring down on my finger and as he did so, it
looked as if the ring had shrunk to fit my finger, as the band was a
perfect fit.
I couldn't believe this day. Nor could I believe that this man had read
my mind and was giving me a ring that could supposedly get any girl to
believe me.
And yet, the craziest thing was, that I believed all of this.
"There!" Kim proudly pronounced as he let go of my hand. "Special gift
for you in ring!" He said as he looked up at me with another smile.
"Can change you body to any female and clothes as well. And separately!"
Kim said.
I didn't know what to say, but I knew what to ask. I leaned down so that
my mouth was to his ear. "So, you are telling me that this ring can
change my body into the body of any female... and it will change my
clothing as well?" I asked with a quizzical expression.
Kim just nodded at me cheerfully and replied, "Yes, and it change
clothes too anything you want!" He then looked down at his watch and had
a surprised look on his face. "Oh, I sorry but I must go! Late for
appointment."
And with that I watched as he shuffled off down the street and turn the
corner then once more on 8th and West 5-8. I took the cigarette out of
my mouth and ashed it as I brought up my hand and looked at the ring
that now adorned my right middle finger.
"How do I even use this thing?" I asked myself as I continued to walk
down the street to the subway entrance. I kept smoking the cigarette
until it was more than halfway done. I then flicked it into the street
and continued into the subway.
I got down the steps and swiped the MetroCard and walked through the
turnstiles.
I didn't know what to make of it. The idea was so farfetched and just
completely out there. I didn't want it to work, just so I could prove
that I was still sane, but then again, I wanted it to work so that I
could get Chrissy to believe me.
"Excuse me..." came the voice of a girl as I felt someone brush past me
and walk into my right shoulder.
I looked and saw a young woman, maybe around my age, or a bit older.
She had long brown hair, and slightly tan skin, no doubt from a box or a
spray. She was wearing a white tube top, with a tight pair of cargo
capris bunched at the bottom and a pair of high heeled sandals.
I didn't get a good look at her face, but she had a body that you would
pray she had a decent face. Her but wasn't the largest, nor the
roundest, but it fit her frame.
"Sorry..." I softly said back to her, trying to be a bit courteous. But
she didn't look back at me or even make a gesture to say it was ok.
Typical. I looked at her again. She looked like the type of girl that
would ignore you or act like a bitch.
I then began to think that if she went up to Chrissy, and they didn't
even know each other and told Chrissy that I didn't cheat on her and
that Kara is a lying cunt, Chrissy would believe her, not me.
But I couldn't get her to do that, unless I was her.
And then, I felt something I never felt before. It was like a ripple
running through my entire body. From head to toe. Like my body was
rippling. It pinched all over. And then a second wave hit me, like my
bones, compressing and shifting. There was no pain from that I could
just hear my bones cracking. And then a third wave... I was expecting
but there was no third wave. Which I was happy about.
I took a breath in and noticed that something was off. Very off. I
brought my hand up to my head and when I went to scratch my temple, my
hand made contact with something that it should not have made contact
with.
Hair.
I didn't have a shaved head or anything, but I know that I don't have
long hair. Long like a girl.
I pulled the hair I caught in my hand in front of my eyes and my heart
began to beat faster as I could feel myself becoming dizzy. "What the
hell?" I asked myself as I saw that the hair was not my normal color of
black, but was now brown.
I noticed that my breathing was picking up and I began to panic. I
didn't know what was going on. But I had an idea. I looked down and saw
my regular shirt. And I got a big surprise, pushing out from underneath
were two large, round mounds.
"Holy shit... Please don't be..." I said under my breath as I dropped my
hand from my head down to the mounds, and brought my other hand up. I
slowly and cautiously placed my hands upon the globes attached to my
chest and felt them. I then gently clamped down my fingers on to them
and gave them a slight squeeze feeling that they were soft, yet very
firm and very fleshy.
"Oh shit..." I said but this time I said it louder than I had intended.
I knew what those two orbs were. But I didn't want to believe it. I
then turned to where I knew the bathroom was and made my way to it.
As I was walking the two globes on my chest were bouncing around and
tugging on me but just slightly. Finally I had reached the bathroom and
walked in towards the sinks. I looked into the mirror and let out loud
scream but instead of a deep rumble, it was a high-pitched whine that
was more like a screech.
The reflection was not mine. It was my clothing in it, but not me. It
was a chick! She had long brown hair, green eyes, tan skin from a box or
spray. She had a small nose with a slight up-turn and thin yet pouty
lips.
And for some reasons, I had a sinking feeling within me that the girl in
the reflection was the same girl who had brushed passed me. I know I
didn't get a good look at her face, but I had a damn good feeling.
What was interesting though was she not wearing the clothes she had been
when I brushed past her. She was wearing my clothes! She was wearing my
white undershirt, and white button up short sleeve shirt, my Gap jeans
and I had to assume my boxer-briefs as well as my socks and shoes.
But what then my eye caught sight of something gold and shiny. The ring.
"This is un-fucking-real," I said to myself, and this time I had noticed
that I had her voice as well. I brought up my hand and looked at the
ring. Not able to believe that this is what had caused me to change. And
if it was the cause behind the change, why did it just change my body
and not my clothes?
I then focused on what the girl had been wearing. Her tight white tube
top, her cargo capris and her heeled sandals. Then I felt a third wave
as I closed my eyes. The only difference was that this wave didn't
affect me directly. I felt my clothes begin to tighten around my body
and I took a breath of air in, and opened my eyes and looked down. I now
indeed had the girl's clothes.
I even had her bra and panties, as I felt something giving my current
breasts a slight pinch, and a piece of fabric riding up my ass.
"Wow, I can't believe it. That old man wasn't kidding," I said to myself
as I looked at the ring once more and smiled at it.
I then heard the sounds of my train pulling up the platform. "Crap!" I
said as I began to hurry out of the bathroom and fell flat on my face as
I felt my breasts pull on me, and the heels add to my imbalance.
I then heard the train pull away as I finally got back on my feet. I
sighed and looked down at my watch and saw that I had another ten
minutes until the next train pulled up. And ten minutes was just enough
time for me to see what this ring had to offer.
Stepping back in front of the mirror, I leaned in closer to the mirror
and examined my new face a bit more carefully. I turned side to side and
saw that my facial shape had changed completely and that even my teeth
changed as well.
I then looked down at my clothes, not particularly happy with them,
especially the heels seeing as they were a pain in the ass to walk in.
"I wonder," I said to myself as I began to concentrate on my original
clothing again. I felt the clothing loosen its grip on me and saw in the
mirror as it became to form back into my normal clothing of jeans, a tee
shirt, and light hoodie.
"This is fucking amazing!" I chuckled to myself as I was back in my
normal clothes. The crazy old man wasn't joking about the ring.
"I might have to track him down and thank him for this gift." I said to
myself in the girl's voice. It was weird being a girl, and let alone
using a feminine voice that was still strange to my ears. But the
excitement of this whole ring business was outweighing any shock I
should be having.
I then had another idea, and this one was much crazier than the one
about the clothes. I then concentrated on having my normal deep voice
instead of the voice that belonged to the girl's body.
I then felt another tingle happen, but this time it hit my throat and a
bit of my stomach. Then it was gone. Figuring that the ring had done its
job, I said the most clich?d thing that came to mind. "Test..."
And there it was. My normal voice. And it was coming from the lips of
this cute girl. And seeing it in the mirror made me laugh.
"Well, this is mildly amusing," I said to myself as I struck a stupid
pose in the mirror. I figured that by the end of the day I would master
this whole ring thing. But I would need some practice. And the subway
would not be the greatest place. Being in a metal train car, with a
congestion of people surrounding me would not be the most ideal spot to
use the ring.
I decided that the best way to test this power out would be to go to
street level. And I would go as my new self to see how different it is
than being a guy. I always wondered if it was true that people were
nicer to a woman than a man.
I looked back at my reflection and saw that my normal guy clothes were
far from decent for the girl's body to be dressed in. But at the same
time I did not want to go back to wearing her little outfit and showing
off this body I know had. So one final idea had come to mind.
I concentrated on my clothing shrinking and being made to fit this
girl's body as if it were supposed to. Perfect fit. Hugs her curves and
shape perfectly, yet retains its original look. I felt yet again my
clothes tighten around me, but that's all they did.
My shirt shrank down to a belly shirt that showed of this girl's nicely
tones tummy. The pants became a pair of skinny jeans and hugged my new
ass pretty nicely. My hoodie shrunk down to fall to my waist and became
tighter in the torso area, and my shoes became smaller to fit my feet.
But there was one thing I was missing. I quickly undid my jeans and
pulled them down. I sighed in relief as I found that my boxers had
reshaped to a pair of cotton panties. I pulled my jeans down a bit more
to find that they were a pair of cheekies, which I always found looked
much sexier on a woman than a thong.
I redid my jeans and took one last look in the mirror and smiled at my
new self. I did not know who this girl was, but for the time being. I
was her.
I turned around and made my way to the platform and headed up the stairs
to 59th and Columbus.
To Be Continued...
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