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The Curse of the Inbox
Where do I begin? How do I explain something so utterly bizarre? What
words can I use to describe the surreal, no, make that unreal events
that have overtaken my life?!?!?
My name is Jonathan Bell. Up until a week ago I was what you would call
your average, everyday, normal, boring, sixteen year old guy. I have
short brown hair, a pale complexion that just recently cleared up, and
I wear a pair of thick framed dark glasses. I was a skinny little guy,
(my Mom says I haven't filled out yet...sigh...) who no one would
usually take any notice of.
Last Monday, I was knee-deep into a pretty standard school day. I had
arrived at the school library to while away a study-hall period. It was
my turn to have access to one of the school's computers for the class
period and I had intended to do a bit of work on my latest composition
for English class.
Before I started work though, I decided to log in and take a look at my
e-mail account. Checking out my inbox I could see only one new e-mail.
It was entitled; "The next hot body!!!". I sighed as I went to delete
the obvious bit of spam that had somehow slipped past my vaunted
filters. Oh God how I wish I had gone with that first impulse!
The problem was, I, like most other teenage boys am a bit of a slave to
my passions. Despite my liking to think I'm sharper than most of my
"manly" peers, am just as helpless when it comes to scoping out some
example of feminine sexiness. So, like an idiot, I clicked the "The
next hot body!!!" e-mail so as to take a peek.
When it opened I was immediately disappointed. Instead of a picture of,
or link to the picture of some amazingly hot chick there was only a
brief message. It read, "Silly Boy. You've fallen victim to your own
pitiful male lust. It is fitting that the curse that now falls upon
your head should utilize that lust. Enjoy the next hot body you see."
The paragraph was followed by a strange graphic of some kind of glyph
or rune. The symbol didn't look like any I had ever seen.
"What in the Hell is that supposed to..." I whispered as I pondered the
strange message. I was cut off by a strange tightening in my throat. I
gasped as the muscles in my neck spasmed. I gasped for a few seconds
before, mercifully, the sensation passed and my breathing returned to
normal.
I looked around to see if anyone had noticed my discomfort.
Fortunately, no one seemed to have paid any attention and I was spared
any embarrassment. I deleted the stupid e-mail and went back to my
English composition.
I plugged away at my paper for ten or fifteen minutes, completely
forgetting the odd e-mail I had read. I hammered out a paragraph or two
and re-read and edited. Suddenly feeling a bit thirsty, I walked up to
Mrs. Kemp's desk and asked if I could head down to the drinking
fountain. The older woman smiled and sent me on my way.
As I walked along the empty hallway I thought about how best to proceed
with the rest of my paper. I was snapped out of my scholarly thought by
the rhythmic clicking of high heels on the tiled floor. Looking down
the hallway I could see that Vanessa Rush was heading somewhere as
well.
Two years older than me, Vanessa was the devastatingly hot senior girl
that every hetero guy in the school lusted after. Taller than my own
five foot six by three or four inches, the dark haired, blue eyed
beauty was the stuff that wet-dreams were made of.
Vanessa was wearing a tight red sweater that did wonderful things for
her remarkably proportioned chest. As she strutted along, her tiny
black skirt swished back and forth, clinging to her hips and doing
equally wonderful things for her ass. The very high-hem (was that okay
with the school dress code?!?!) of her skirt allowed her to show off
the long, delicious legs the good Lord had seen fit to provide her with
for locomotion. The rhythmic clicking of that strut was provided by the
black, knee-high leather stiletto boots she had worn to school that
day.
Even though she went out of her way to ignore a underclassmen peon such
as myself, I couldn't help but smile as I passed her. Any day I had an
opportunity to take a look at Vanessa Rush was a good one in my book.
As I continued on I could feel the tingle of arousal.
I was snapped out of my lustful daydreaming by the same tightening in
the throat that had overcame me earlier in the library. I gasped for
breath and clutched at my t-shirt collar as I felt the pressure build.
Unlike the earlier incident, this episode didn't immediately fade.
Instead, I felt a burning sensation build in my neck; a burning that
increased in intensity before shooting downward through my whole body.
I staggered as I tried desperately to catch my breath. My vision faded
as I slumped against the wall of the hallway for a moment.
As I slowly regained consciousness I teetered on my feet and continued
down the hallway. The burning sensation faded as I began to breath
freely again; gasping to return to normal. I rubbed my head as I
staggered along down the hallway. I was more than a little out of it as
I stumbled into the boy's restroom.
Walking precariously over to one of the sinks I turned on the tap and
ran some water over my hands. I thought that splashing a bit on my face
might return me to my senses. Fortunately, the cool water had the
desired effect and I found my wits again. Unfortunately, I could tell
immediately that something was horribly wrong.
My hands looked completely different than the ones I was used to. My
fingers were now long, feminine and slender and seemed to have long red
painted fingernails on them! My arms were long and narrow and were now
clad in the red sleeves of a tight sweater.
Snapping my head up, I could see myself in the mirror. My face and hair
looked just as they always had, and my thick framed glasses still sat
on my nose. However, now, my normal everyday noggin no rested upon a
thin, graceful neck. Worse still, I could see that I now had slender
shoulders under that red sweater, and, most horrifyingly of all, a pair
of enormous breasts!!!
Stepping backwards in a bit of a panic, I looked down at myself. I was
indeed wearing a tight red sweater over a very female upper body.
Beneath that, I could see a short black skirt floating over a pair of
long, luscious legs that had replaced my own. I could feel the cool air
of the bathroom on those legs, and, the tight black leather of the
boots I was now wearing hugging the calves and feet of those new legs.
I teetered on the incredibly tall, narrow heels of those stiletto boots
as I did my best to grasp the situation I now found myself in. With my
new hands I slowly reached up and cupped the large breasts I now had on
my chest. Giving a squeeze, I was terrified to feel the sensation of
them being gripped.
"What...what....oh my God...what is this?!?!?!" I muttered to myself.
As I looked back up into the mirror, I felt the area where my head met
the new neck it was now attached to. I could see no distortion or
indication that there was any reason it should not sit atop the
shoulders I now found it affixed to.
Looking at myself in the mirror, I suddenly realized why this alien
body I now found my cranium attached to looked so familiar. "This is
Vanessa's body!" It was inescapable; from the neck down the skinny male
body I had been born with had been replaced with the very sexy, very
female body of Vanessa Rush!
Before I could ponder the oddity of my situation any further I was
surprised by the sound of someone else walking into the men's room. Mr.
Davis, the muscle bound gym-teacher trotted on in and headed over to
one of the urinals.
I stood there, dumbstruck. I had absolutely no idea what to do. Should
I ask him for help? Should I hide myself in one of the stalls? Should I
run for it? I was completely lost.
"Hiding out in the men's room Bell?" Mr. Davis chuckled as he unzipped
and did his business.
I sat their slack jawed for a moment. "Oh...uh...no, no. I was just...I
was feeling dizzy and I stepped in here for a moment." Didn't he
notice?!?! "Uh, Mr. Davis, does anything strike you as odd about me? Do
I seem out of sorts to you?" I asked as I cocked my head and waited for
his reply.
Davis sighed. "Nope. You look to be your usual self. Skirts a bit
short...but I guess if the principal doesn't have a problem with it I
don't either." He said matter of factly as he zipped up and headed over
to wash his hands. "I'll tell you...in my day a boy wouldn't wear such
revealing stuff...I suppose times change..." he mumbled to himself as
he lathered his hands up and rinsed off.
Usual? Skirts short? Boy? He didn't know anything was wrong? He didn't
realize something had changed?!?!? I didn't know what to do. Mr. Davis
headed for the door. "Don't waste your day away in here Bell." he
called over his shoulder as he exited.
I stood there for a bit longer before a dreadful thought entered my
head. Tentatively, nervously I reached down and pulled my short black
skirt up a bit, revealing the smooth front of a pair of tiny white
panties. "It....it...it's gone..." I whispered as I reached to touch
the smooth void that had apparently replaced my manhood.
Upset, I slammed my new skirt back down onto my thighs and stomped
around angrily on my new high heeled boots. "This can't be happening!"
I raged. What could possibly explain this? How had this happened? Why?
Who could have done it?
Then it hit me. "The e-mail!" I stood there. It was the only
explanation. It was a real life honest to God curse! I growled in
anger. ""Enjoy the next hot body I see...God Damn it!"
I looked down at my new body. I had no idea what to do next. How could
I get out of this? How could I reverse it? The e-mail was the only
explanation, and, was the only possible clue as to why and how it had
happened. I scurried out of the men's room and headed back to the
library.
The sound of the boots clicking beneath me was horrible. Where once the
racket had been a bit exciting, now it was only a audible reminder of
my current predicament. Worse, I was utterly mystified as to how I was
managing to walk in them! I was a boy! I hadn't ever worn a pair of
heels in my life and now I was scampering along in a pair of stiletto
boots like I had done so for ages!
As I rushed into the library Mrs. Kemp scolded me. "Well Mr. Bell, it's
nice of you to finally decide to return to study hall. If you can't be
expected to do so in a timely manner I will have to seriously think
about allowing you to do so again!"
Wanting to get it over with and get to the computer as quickly as
possible I quickly, if half-heartedly apologized. "I'm sorry Mrs.
Kemp...it...it won't happen again."
As I headed to my seat, I looked around at my classmates. None of them
seemed to bat an eye or otherwise give any indication that anything was
out of the ordinary. It seemed as if everything was normal to them. At
this point, I was beginning to wonder if that was a good or bad thing!
Logging onto my e-mail account I immediately went to the trash bin to
see if the strange message was there. I cursed myself upon seeing that
it was nowhere to be found. I was so upset I almost started to cry;
when, I noticed a new message in my inbox. It was entitled, "Nice
Body!" I clicked it open immediately.
The message was as short as the first one. "You have good taste boy!
Enjoy the ride. Try not to get too emotional. I will be in touch with
instructions and information later."
I slammed my fist down on the desk in anger. I was so upset I totally
ignored the angry look this produced from Mrs. Kemp. For the few
minutes left in the class period I just sat there, totally lost as to
what to do next.
When the bell rang and I could think of no other option, I dejectedly
rose to my feet and headed out of the library and toward my next class.
As I walked along I was shocked to see Vanessa Rush heading somewhere
amongst the throng of students as well.
To my surprise, she looked just as she had when I had seen her earlier.
She was apparently completely unaltered. "Then where did my body go?" I
whispered to myself as I looked down at my new feminine form.
Heading into my math class, I took my seat next to my best friend Steve
Stroup. A little blond guy that was the same age as me, Steve had been
my friend since kindergarten. Nervously, I approached him and took my
seat beside him. I was actually hoping that he would notice the bizarre
condition I now found myself in.
Unfortunately, I was disappointed. "Hey John. Has you're day been as
boring as mine?" He asked as he glanced over to me while getting his
books ready for class.
I smiled sadly. "I wouldn't say that. In fact, it's been pretty damn
unusual." I smoothed my short skirt down and tried to cover my new
thighs a bit.
"Really? How so?" Steve perked up at the news of some potential
excitement.
As the teacher began to speak to the class I whispered back to Steve,
"I'll try to tell you later. Although I doubt you'll believe me." I
looked out the window and pondered my predicament. How was I going to
get out of this? What could I do?
To Be Continued...
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