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Needless to say, I didn't really get a lot out of the Math teacher's
lesson for the day. I sat there replaying the events of the past hour
or so, just trying to get my head wrapped around the utterly bizarre
series of events that had overtaken me.
I tried to carry on without thinking about it. I knew it was probably
best to carry on until I could get home or come up with some plan of
action; but, how in the Hell was I supposed to do that?!?!? The boots
pinching my toes, the cold air on my long new legs, the heft and sway
of the boobs even now straining against the fabric of the red sweater
and what I could only assume was Vanessa's bra; every sensation
conspired to make me confront what had become of me.
I went through the motions of the rest of the day like a zombie. I just
couldn't figure out how I should react. My only hope was that whoever
had originally sent me the e-mail and its follow-up would contact me
again soon and give me some kind of explanation; some kind of way out
of this nightmare.
After school I climbed aboard the bus home. My friend Steve slid into
the seat with me but I barely noticed him; being as lost in thought as
I was. "What is with you today Johnny? You've been spaced out all
afternoon?" he asked.
I shook my head, trying my damndest to snap myself out of my
distraction. "Oh...sorry Steve. I'm just, uh...lost in thought."
Turning to my friend I noticed that while we had always been about the
same height I now had to look down at him. Vanessa sure was a tall
drink of water, and now, thanks to my body having been transformed into
a duplicate of hers so was I.
"Steve..." I decided to see if I could find out anything from my
friend, "let me ask you a question; do you think there's anything odd
about the way I'm dressed today?" I asked as I gestured to my clearly
feminine body.
Steve looked at me with a wry grin. "What, doesn't this outfit meet
your fashion approval John? Jesus...you and your clothes crap." He
chuckled.
I pressed him further. "You mean my outfit doesn't seem a bit...girly
to you? Doesn't it seem odd that I'm wearing a skirt?"
Steve looked at me sideways. "You've always been a bit more polished
than the rest of us, but, no; you fit in with the rest of us. What are
you worrying about John?" Steve looked genuinely confused.
As odd as it sounded, apparently my wearing Vanessa's clothes didn't
seem out of the ordinary in any way to Steve or anyone else. In fact,
they didn't even recognize them as being feminine. Getting a bit
frustrated I changed tactics. "What about my breasts?!?!" I gripped my
enormous new Vanessa breasts and continued, "you can't tell me these
just don't make any sense being on me?!?!?"
Steve looked nervously around the bus. "Quiet down John...you're going
to make these people think you're nuts." he whispered. "You've always
had a bit of a weight problem up there but that doesn't mean you're a
chick or anything."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. As if my having my own body
replaced with an exact, and very female duplicate of Vanessa Rush's
body wasn't bad enough, apparently I was the only one who was aware of
it!
I turned away in frustration. I had mixed feelings. It was probably a
bit of blessing that no one noticed my predicament; I was sure to have
been looked as some kind of mutant or freak! But, I was finding it
terrifying that no one had any idea that I had been...mutilated like
this! Who would be able to help me? Was I on my own? Was I completely
at the mercy of whom or whatever had sent me the e-mail and done this
to me?!?!?
After the remaining awkward, silent ride the bus came to a stop in
front of my house. Steve reached over and grabbed my arm. "I'm sorry if
I pissed you off buddy. Look; why don't I come over later this evening
after dinner? We can play X-box or something."
I appreciated his offer, but I really didn't feel like hanging out in
an "everything is fine" manner. "Nah...I'm not pissed...I just
feel...uh, sick. Yeah, sick. I don't really feel up to it. We'll hang
on some other night." Steve gave me a weak smile. He was clearly a bit
worried now.
Climbing down the steps from the bus, I walked slowly toward my house.
The boots clicking on the pavement with each step I took did nothing to
make me feel better about my situation.
As I entered my home, I became aware of the different scale everything
had now. Vanessa was three or four inches taller than me as it was;
with her stupid high heel boots I was even taller. Everything looked
slightly different from my new perspective atop her shoulders.
Thankfully, my Parents weren't home. I assumed they wouldn't notice any
difference in the status qou either, and, the thought of my own family
not realizing that I had been so drastically altered disturbed me to
no
end.
Entering my room, I was hopeful that my mysterious e-mail "pen-pal" had
sent me a new message, I quickly logged on; only to be disappointed to
find no new messages. Desperate, I sent a reply.
"I don't know why or how you've done this, But PLEASE change me
back!!!" I typed out. Sending it, I sat there sadly for quite a while,
not really knowing what to do next.
After what seemed like an eternity, I finally snapped out of my funk
and sprang towards my closet. "I may be stuck with a body just like
Vanessa's, but I sure as hell don't have to wear her stupid clothes!" I
shouted as I flung the doors open.
To my dismay, the closet was entirely empty. Every stitch of clothing I
had had in it was gone. Every pair of shoes had vanished. There was
nothing left.
Not giving up I rushed to the chest of drawers and started flinging the
drawers open. Just as disappointingly as the closet, each and every
one
was completely bare. I had no clothes!
I sat down on the edge of my bed and sulked. "Is this the only outfit I
have now? What am I supposed to do tomorrow?!?!" Looking down at the
long, smooth legs I now sported, I stared for a moment at the
ridiculous pair of stiletto boots on my new feet. My poor toes were
pinched and my ankles were killing me.
Determined to assert some kind of control I immediately started to
unzip and pull the footwear from me. "Well...I sure as Hell don't have
to wear these stupid things!" I smiled for a moment as my feet got a
moment to breath. Unfortunately, as I looked down at the dainty little
painted toes my good feeling melted away.
The horror and frustration of my situation finally overwhelmed me. I
turned over on my belly and buried my face in my pillow. I don't mind
telling you that I started to bawl my eyes out. The odd feel of
Vanessa's huge tits beneath me made my despondency all that much worse.
Sobbing and exhausted, mercifully I slipped into a fitful sleep.
After a very, very long night, I found myself slowly rousing from my
sleep. For the briefest of moments, I almost convinced myself that the
odd events of the previous day might have been just a horrible
nightmare. Unfortunately, the feel of my new Vanessa-tits swinging
around cured me of that notion.
Rubbing the sleep from my eyes and looking down, I could tell right off
that I was no longer wearing Vanessa's ensemble from the previous day.
I grabbed my thick framed glasses and looked at how my attire had been
changed. I was now clad in a tiny pair of pink cotton panties, and,
the
smallest, tightest white tank top I had every seen in my entire life.
Just a day or so earlier I would have given anything to see Vanessa
Rush dressed like that. However, from the angle I was seeing it now,
atop her shoulders, I was less than thrilled!
I climbed out of bed and touched the material of my new garments. Had
my clothes changed during the night? Had someone come in and changed
them? I looked around the room nervously before deciding that I was
probably still alone.
With a little bit of trepidation, I walked into the bathroom. I had
begun to feel a familiar, if altered sensation every since awakening. I
was going to have to go to the restroom. Taking a big gulp, I pulled
the pink panties down and planted my now wide, soft bottom on the
toilet. Releasing the tension, I began to pee and feel a bit of relief.
After wiping and standing, I found myself looking at my reflection in
the mirror. I was quite a sight. My hair tussled, glasses on sideways.
My confused young male head perched on the long graceful neck of a
tall, beautiful girl. My panties still around my knees, I couldn't help
but look at the strange new equipment my altered body had between my
legs. "Jesus...Vanessa's pussy..." I whispered to myself. Curiosity
overcoming my horror, I slowly began to reach toward the soft, clean
shaven slit.
Before my trembling hand could touch it, the sound of my Mother yelling
from downstairs interrupted me. "Jonathan! Are you up yet! Your
breakfast is getting cold!" I quickly pulled the pink panties up and
began to pace back and forth in a panic. What in the Hell was I going
to do about getting dressed today?!?!?
As if in answer to my question, the air around my body began to
shimmer. The tank top and panties vanished, and, several new garments
began to spring into existence on my new body.
A white bra cupped and lifted my breasts as a pair of white panties
slid over my pelvis. As I watched in the mirror, a green silk button-up
top popped into existence over my upper body. Even as it sprang into
being, a pair of incredibly tight, tiny grey dress shorts slid into
existence up my legs and fastened shut. Finally, I swayed back and
forth and did my best not to fall down as my feet lifted up; a pair of
green suede high heel pumps shimmered into being on my small feet.
"Great...another pair of hooker shoes," I mumbled as I looked down at
my freshly attired new body. I let out a sigh before continuing to
mutter. "I'll bet this is what Vanessa is wearing today too."
My ruminations were ended by the shrill cry of my Mother again.
"Jonathan David Bell get down here!!!" Taking a deep breath I walked
back into my room and gathered my book bag and a small purse I assumed
was mine before heading downstairs.
Entering the kitchen, I was almost comforted by the sight of my Mother
and Father going about their usual Morning routine. Dad, a slightly
chubby forklift operator down at a large warehouse for a soda pop
distributor, was eating away at his breakfast, while my Mother, an
attractive brunette in her early forties as well drank a cup of coffee
and read the paper.
My embarrassingly exposed legs went a bit goose-pimply as I walked over
to the table, green suede heels clicking away on the kitchen floor.
"About time you wake up sleepy head. You're burning daylight." My
Father winked and smiled broadly at me.
"Uh...yeah. I had a rough night last night," I answered. The fact that
my Parents hadn't noticed any changes in me at all was just as
disturbing as I had thought it would be.
My Mother looked a bit annoyed. "I see you're showing off those legs
again. Bound and determined to give those girls you go to school with a
show."
I looked down at my sexy new legs and took a deep breath. "I...I just
like to dress nice Mom." I managed to mutter. Did she say "give the
girls a show?!?!?"; what on Earth was going on here? How could everyone
still be treating me like a boy with this...this body!?!?!? I wondered
to myself.
"Back when I went to school the girls were the ones who worried about
being fashionable and cute." My Mother grumbled as she went back to
reading her paper.
My Father chuckled and smiled at me. "Don't give him too much grief;
he's just a budding ladies man like I was back in the day!"
My Mother gave my Father an perturbed look. "Hmmph. You never went
around dressed like that, 'ladies man'."
I had had enough. I couldn't take the casual discussion and the
apparent re-ordering of reality. I got up and stormed out of the
kitchen. "I have to go. I'm going to be late!"
My Mother shouted after me, "But you've hardly touched your breakfast!"
but I just kept going. I headed out the front door and down the
sidewalk as fast as my long new lithe legs could carry me.
I stood on the corner waiting for the school bus to pick me up. While I
was glad to have gotten away from my parents, I wasn't looking forward
to having to spend the day at school in my changed state. God, how I
hoped my unseen tormentor would give me a trail of breadcrumbs to lead
me back to some state of normalcy!
To Be Continued...
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