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"Come on Chris!" said Chris's college roomate Joe. "Aren't you going to
come to the bar tonight?"
Chris was a freshman in College. He met Joe in High School and when Joe
got accepted to college Chris went ahead and applied. Chris wasn't much
of a scholar but his scores were average and he got in. Joe and him both
lucked out when they got the same dorm room, now best friends taking
their friendship to the next level. Joe was a big guy, always going to
the parties and the bars, always with a girl in each arm. Chris's build
was just like his test scores, average. He was average weight for 6'
tall, with pale skin and glasses. He never had much luck with girls. Joe
was his only chance of scoring a girl in this lifetime. When Joe went
somewhere, if Chris tagged along, he would get to play wingman. Not the
most respectable of positions but it was something.
"Didn't your fake ID come in yet?" asked Joe after he saw Chris's glum
expression to his previous question.
"Nah, they're just too expensive," Chris said sheepishly.
"Well stop being a wimp. Just pony up the dough and get one. Seriously,
if you just keep sitting around here in your dorm you'll die a virgin. I
can't have a roomie that insists on depressing me with his lame
lifestyle." And with that Joe strutted off. No doubt to have the time of
his life.
That's it, Chris thought. He fired up his laptop and started browsing the
sites Joe was pushing on him for weeks now. Jeez, they're all $150 and
up, maybe I can just wait the three years to actually turn 21. Then
again, in three years without any interaction with girls and no
experience in bars I may never catch up socially. Chris began Googling
for a cheaper alternative and stumbled on some magical surplus site,
spellsrus.com. Kind of cheesy place to sell fake IDs he thought. He read
on, only $25 and if anybody can prove the ID is not the identity of the
holder they get a full refund. "Well, what do I have to lose." Chris
entered his credit card information and clicked the blinking "BUY"
button.
The next morning Chris made his way to class. His usual route took him
right past the campus post office. He often stopped by to check for
letters from home or even better, pity packages from relatives. To his
surprise, an envelope with the return address marked spellsrus.com was in
his mailbox. "There is no way," he thought, "I ordered it less than 24
hours ago." Chris still had a few minutes before class, he ran into the
men's restroom for privacy.
Chris found the bathroom luckily vacant, he ran into one of the stalls
and locked the door. He slit open the envelope and nervously dumped the
contents into his hands. A driver's license popped out with a stickynote
ontop of it. "We are sure you will enjoy yourself, thanks for your
business." Signed, "The Wizard." Chris could not help but snicker at the
idea. Some company or some guy was making bank creating pieces of plastic
for kids who wanted to drink. At least he seems confident in his product.
He peeled off the stickynote to see how it turned out.
The first thing that caught his eye was the picture. It was not the
picture he submitted the night before, it was not a picture of him at
all. Staring back at him was some teenage girl, a very hot teenage girl.
For a moment he could not look away. She had long, blonde hair framing a
small, girlish face. Her large, blue eyes looked so innocent by
themselves but combined with her petite nose and pouty red lips she
looked capable of seducing any man. He finally broke his eyes from the
perfect face and began reading the ID. Name, Chrissie D Demidov, so close
to his name Chris D Demidov. He had yet to meet another family in the US
with his last name. His parents moved from Russia just before he was
born, the name was common there but not so much in the states. This had
to be his application. The statistical improbability of some Chrissie D
Demidov's application getting to him right after he applied seemed way
too wide. Chris read on, address: his home address, birth date:
09/05/1995, sex: female, height: 5'0", weight: 105lbs. OK, he thought.
"That is my house address and her birthday is mine, just three years
later. Wait this isn't even a fake ID, it is a freaking fake learner's
permit!"
Chris sighed in disbelief. They completely screwed his order up. On the
bright side, he could just send it back for a full refund... later! He
was late for class. Chris sprinted to the next building over making it to
the rear of the classroom just before the professor entered.
The professor started to blab about Physics101. Chris took basic physics
in High School so he never really had to pay attention. He usually sat
and stared at the hot girls in class until the bell rang. He began his
usual doodles and occasional glances at the hot redhead directly in front
of him when an itchy sensation distracted him. It was horrible. His
entire body would start to itch, the itch would build up to a near
unbearable level, then vanish. He wondered if the magic shop he bought
the ID from threw in some itching powder as final kick in the nuts. He
would definitely be complaining now.
The itching continued for the rest of class, he eventually got to the
point where he could ignore it. As he stood up to leave for lunch he
noticed a bunch of little hairs where he was sitting. It took a second
for him to realize those were his arm hairs. His arms were normal at the
start of class but through the hour he shed every hair on both of his
arms. Something like this couldn't mean anything good. He would have to
see the campus doctor at some point tomorrow. He made his way towards the
cafeteria.
Usually by this time Chris was starving but he wasn't hungry today. He
figured he was weirded out over losing his arm hair and should probably
make himself eat. He got his usual portions and sat down. He picked at
his burger and ate a fry or two but could not force himself to chow down
like usual. His stomach did feel really tight. He lifted his shirt to
find all the hair was missing from his chest also. His sides seemed to
cave in more than usual. He did a further inspection, yup, from finger
tip to toe his body hair had taken a holiday. Rubbing his face it felt
smooth as well, even though he did not shave that morning. Frantically he
rubbed his head to feel a full head of hair fill his hands. That's a
relief, at least nobody can notice whatever crazy illness I am getting.
Can't get too excited, he tried to soothe himself, it is probably
nothing. I'll schedule an appointment after my next class. With that bit
of self encouragement, Chris stood and began making the walk for
Calculus.
Chris took his usual seat a few rows back for class. He was a natural at
Calculus but unlike physics he enjoyed answering this professor's
questions. He just liked the superior feeling he got in knowing the
answers to what the rest of the class seemed to struggle on. As he sat
down he could not help but notice how breezy his new hairless legs felt.
This must be what it feels like for girls to wear pants with shaved legs
he thought. As he waited for the class to fill he let his gaze drift. It
landed on his arm, it was noticeably thinner. He rolled his sleeve up and
made a fist, he strained it the best he could and his thin arm responded
with no muscle of any kind. He was never overly-muscular but he could
make a respectable flex when he wanted to. His arms were now noticeably
slimmer though, almost making his normal hands look comical stuck to
their ends. I must be losing weight from this weird illness he thought, I
should still wait until class is over though before I start calling
people.
The professor walked in and instantly broke into lecture. Chris noticed
he was having trouble seeing the board. His glasses were fairly new, less
than a year old, but his vision was definitely fuzzy. He took them off to
clean them and noticed he saw better without them. Not perfect, but
better. Now that's really strange he thought. Hell, I can live without
body hair if it means no more glasses. He squinted and could make out the
function the professor just wrote. He knew what would happen next, the
professor would ask for the derivative and eventually call his name
knowing he knew the solution. He waited, it didn't take long for him to
say, "Perhaps Mr. Demidov would care to propose his solution?"
Chris glowed and took one last squint at the problem before answering,
"Yes sir, the derivative is..." He couldn't think of the answer. No
problem, take your time, he reassured himself, what is a derivative? His
mind could not answer. As he repeated it over and over it seemed more and
more foreign. He opened his notebook and frantically looked at a similar
problem he solved earlier, he could make no sense of how he did it.
"Today Mr Demidov," the professor said impatiently.
Chris lost hope. "I... I don't know," he forced himself to say. The class
looked around at him surprised, this had to be a first. Know-it-all Chris
drew a blank. The professor just sighed and began solving the function on
the board for the class.
Chris kept his head down until he was sure the entire problem was solved.
He glanced up but could not see what the professor wrote. His eyes were
seeing more clearly. He could read the scribbles on each side of the
board. The problem was he could not see over the guy who sat in front of
him. This was impossible. He sat in his seat every day this semester and
that guy sat right there every day this semester. But for some reason,
today, his vision could not clear the head in front of him well enough to
see the center of the board. The only explanation would be if that kid
grew taller overnight. Well unless Chris was shrinking in height. He
looked down at his desk to contemplate this but noticed his cargo pant's
waistband was not tight against him. He had a good 3" of play where that
morning they were tight, maybe too tight for him. He needed to get out of
here, he needed fresh air. He stood up, holding his pants that seemed far
too small, and walked out of the classroom mostly unnoticed.
As he walked down the hall he kept tripping on his pant legs, how were
they so long? He looked around, everything did seem much bigger. He must
be shrinking. The thought sent his mind spinning, he darted into the
nearest restroom. He ran up to the sink and splashed some water on his
face. He looked up and could not believe what he was seeing. His brown
hair had turned bleach blonde and had grown a couple of inches in length.
It was much longer than he ever let it get before, about halfway down his
neck. The face looking back was not quite his either. He could still see
his own features but they were masked in softness. His nose was smaller,
his eyes were bigger, and his lips looked slightly swollen. His soft face
did not look masculine in the least. It was completely unisex.
He looked at the small neck it connected to and followed that to his
loose fitting t-shirt and cargo pants. He looked like he was playing
dress up in his older brother's bedroom. How much smaller was he? He
looked at the sink. Where this building's sinks would usually come up to
his waist, it was now just at his belly button. Around two inches he
thought. Just then the bathroom door swung open and a girl walked in. It
was the same redhead he was drooling over that morning. He must have run
into the girl's bathroom without even noticing!
He was about to shout apologies and run out as she casually greeted him,
"Hey sweetie, haven't seen you in any of my classes. You new?"
He swallowed hard, she was confusing him as a girl. He must appear as a
very tomboyish misclothed girl but a girl all the same. Chris shook his
head side to side nervously.
The girl responded, "Just offering to help. Take a tip, you're not going
to fit in dressed like you stole your daddy's clothing. Show a little
skin and enjoy the attention, it will get you help on your homework and
better grades from your professors." She winked and giggled as she
finished applying some makeup and walked out.
Chris stood mesmerized as her ass swayed side to side as if showing him
how to properly strut for attention.
Chris looked back to the mirror. To his horror he looked even more
feminine then he last saw. The sink's height was now further up his belly
button, he was shrinking much quicker now. He felt something big coming,
his muscles began to tense. He tried to take a step but collapsed in
pain. He felt his back crack and his entire body shudder as a result. It
cracked again and he let out a yelp of pain. One final crack and all pain
ceased giving him full control of his body once again.
He stood carefully nearly losing balance. Somehow his center of gravity
was altered from this latest change. He looked in the mirror and saw a
noticeable difference in his posture. His butt was pushed out for one, he
tried force his pelvis out to return it to it normal place but found he
couldn't. His felt his newly presented asset and it was much different
feeling than usual. Gone was the muscular firmness he usually felt, this
was about the same size but almost all fat and reshaped into two bubbly
circles. It jiggled warmly to his touch. He needed to see Joe, now. He
needed somebody to tell him he wasn't crazy. He rolled up his pants which
were now far too long and walked towards the door. He glanced back at the
mirror and to his dismay saw his newly shaped ass wiggling just as the
redhead's had as she exited. He tried to minimize the swaying but it was
hopeless, he sped into a jog towards his dorm.
He finally got back to his dorm and slammed the door. That was the most
uncomfortable distance he had ever traveled. When he ran his pants
started to slide down and when he walked he would exaggerate his sway so
intensely guys and girls stopped to watch him pass. No doubt they were
questioning if he really was a girl. Which he wasn't! Joe was doing what
Joe did after class, playing Xbox.
"Umm, Joe..." Chris trailed off and cleared his throat. His voice was a
bit higher than usual.
Joe turned around and dropped his controller with his mouth open in
shock. He was not fooled , he knew his best friend when he saw him, even
with almost all features completely faded. "Woah... Chris... what
happened?"
"I don't know!" Chris said starting to tear up. He choked back the tears
and had to suppress crying as he told Joe the entire story.
Joe listened patiently and decided to treat Chris like one of his
girlfriends since this is exactly how they act when one gets upset. He
rested his hand on Chris's shoulder and assured him it would all be OK as
Chris sniffled.
Out of nowhere, Chris yelped in pain flinging his hands to cover his
chest. Joe looked puzzled and as if to answer his question Chris lifted
his extremely baggy t-shirt. His nipples looked raw and swollen, twice
their usual size. Underneath, two small mounds of flesh appeared pushing
the nipples outward. Chris sat on his bed with a look of dread on his
face, he knew what was happening. Joe watched in astonishment as the
small mounds began to spread out covering Chris's much smaller chest and
pulsing with growth until they reached a perky A cup.
"Why is this happening to me?" Chris whined. As he flung his body back
onto the bed the fake ID fell from him. Joe picked it up and inspected
it.
"It almost looks like you are turning into her," Joe said, "except you're
still not her size. She is 5' tall and 100 pounds, I'd say you're over 5'
and probably weigh an extra 20 pounds..."
As he said it Chris began to shrink. He sobbed as his stature changed and
the small shreds of muscle he had left deteriorated. Another crack of his
spine completed the changes. He stood up, now eye level with Joe's chest.
Joe couldn't help but chuckle and say "guess this gets you back for
always having that inch over my 5'11", not your 6' now." But Chris
obviously did not see the humor. He did, however, have the posture of a
stripper. Butt proudly thrusted back and breasts pertly thrusted forward.
Joe could not help but admire. "Well," Joe said, "you're definitely
closer, but I don't think you're done."
Chris, with a much higher voice now felt compelled to ask, "Like what!?"
"I'm assuming you still have your... manhood?" Chris asked. Joe did a
quick shake to check and nodded. "Well," Joe said, "she's a 15 year old
girl and you're still an 18 year old guy. Well, where it matters." He
laughed.
Before Joe got finished his laugh Chris shrieked and grabbed his crotch.
He reached under his loose pants and felt the smoothness that could only
mean one thing, he was no longer a male. Layers of baby fat began to
stack on Chris's tiny body. His face became even softer and years melted
off as he looked younger and younger. His arms and legs, void of any
muscles, became smoother and softer. He was about to speak but before he
could react he felt a strange pulse within his mind. A fog began to cloud
his brain. It was that same fog that clouded his thoughts earlier when he
tried to solve that Calculus problem. It crept through his mind hunting
and concealing any skills or knowledge an average 15 year old girl would
not have. It finally settled only once he was left with a small
percentage of the capacity he had that morning. He was once again able to
speak but finding words suddenly seemed so much more difficult. He was
forced to simplify his sentences. "Joe... I'm a... girl. My brain is...
foggy. I can't think too good."
This confirmed Joe's suspicion. When he stated the traits of the girl on
the ID, Chris seemed to become them. At the very least it accelerated
them and more specifically shaped who he would become. Joe faced a
dilemma. He could attempt to get Chris back to himself by tricking the
curse or whatever this was; or he could make Chris into his dream girl.
It was an easy decision for Joe. "You still don't have her face. Look at
those eyes and those dick sucking lips. This picture makes her look like
she is permanently begging for cock."
Chris, even with his hindered mentality caught on to what Joe was doing.
But it was too late. His face began shifting. He clenched his eyes shut
as it arranged itself. Bones cracking and moving, it was unpleasant for
Joe to hear but he could not look away, Chris's face was shaping into the
hottest girl he had ever seen. When it was done, Chris looked even hotter
than the picture. His large blue eyes fluttered long lashes as he opened
them. His tiny nose emphasized his almost overly pouty lips which formed
a cute little "o" of surprise. This perfect face was almost too much to
take in, but Joe was aiming to own it.
"You definitely look like her now, but I bet there are a few other
features that the license couldn't capture." Joe ignored Chris's pleading
eyes for him to stop. "Let's see, this girl is probably a slut, I bet she
has seduced every guy... AND girl in her high school. Lips like that are
meant to suck serious dick, I bet she is a master."
Chris fought the arousing feelings. His fear and anger at Joe was quickly
being replaced with horniness and lust. He could not help but to stare at
his crotch hungrily as Joe went on.
"Probably didn't need to suck all of them, could be hella good at
tittiefucking. I bet her nickname is 'Chrissie, Double-D'. I bet she
could get off doing it, that little nympho."
At those words Chris felt his A cups swell. They inflated rapidly filling
out his baggy t-shirt. They seemed bigger then he had ever seen before on
any girl. His tiny body looked overwhelmed with his gigantic breasts.
Joe paced the room. "Man, with a porn star body like that I bet she never
pays attention in school. Probably just your typical airheaded bimbo.
Probably sounds like a valley girl when she talks." With that said, Joe
took the fake ID and cut it in half. To see if his assumption worked he
threw out one last suggestion, "Oh and her butt is probably bigger than
yours." Nothing happened. He knew he did it. He trapped Chris in this
teenage bimbo, and now it was time to claim his reward. He waited for
Chris to make the first move.
Chris stood up off of the bed and glared at Joe. "Joe, you, like, really
stink." His voice was much higher than before. Even though the comment
was meant to scorn it dripped with sensuality and seduction. Chris looked
annoyed, or was it lustful. He couldn't make an expression that wasn't
fuckable. Chris bit his lower lip in frustration only making him appear
even more pleading. "Well," Joe said, "I don't suck as well as you do." A
grin came over his face.
Chris stomped his tiny feet trying to look furious but once again the
gesture came off as cute. "No, like, this is really mean. It's not like I
will forget what you did to me. Did you think I would, like, suck you
off?" Just saying it made Chris wet but he tried to ignored it and went
on. "Like, I don't want to do you anymore... I mean suck your..." Chris
stopped talking, trying to tame his libido.
Joe walked over to Chris, towering over the small girl. "You really are
just a horny school girl aren't you? Well considering I can't fuck you
for 3 years..." Joe dropped his pants revealing his raging erection.
The game was over for Chris. One sight of a dick and he was overcome with
a giddy hysteria. He giggled uncontrollable and dropped to his knees. He
could not help but lick his lips knowing he was about to give this hunk
the best blowjob he ever had.
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