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Dan's Distortion .* * * Part 2: The Colors of Amber * * *. Distortion [n]: a change in perception so that it does not correspond to reality * * * It was some time later when Dan Miles opened his heavy eyes, his head was throbbing and he just had the most horrific dream. His mind was occupied with a mix of pain and fog, but something about his surroundings made him nervous. It took a moment to realize where he was and another to smell the odor of piss, before the reality of the situation hit. He laid there for almost an hour in a fit of sobs, mumbling incoherantly under his breath. It took everything he had to snap out of it. Finally taking a deep breath and propping himself against the wall. Once he was able to calm down enough, he carefully looked over at the mirror again, hoping there wasn't a new message waiting for him again. But what else could they do to him? They robbed him of his body, his confidence, his manhood. Everything that was important to him. To his surprise the writing was gone, and all he could see was the reflection of the overhead lamp. Curiousity took over and he stood up to examine it further. As he stood face-to-face with his own strange reflection, he noticed a few more changes, two to be exact. Slowly and shakily, he pulled Jessica's sweater over his head and reluctantly opened his eyes. The girl in the mirror looked like a teenager, with tiny breasts and a soft face, slightly similar to what he remembered of his own. Some things were different of course, her nose was smaller while her eyes appeared larger and her face much softer-looking. He felt how defined his cheeks were now, how much fuller his lips had become. Any sign of his square jaw was gone, replaced with something much rounder. If Dan had a little sister, this is what he imagined she would look like... except now he was her, he was this strange-yet-familiar girl in the mirror. He spent a lot of time standing and staring, before rationalization came to him. Rebecca was right, he would have to get to the bottom of this. He would have to find out who was doing this to him and get them to reverse it... But nobody he's ever known had shown any sign of magic. In fact he still didn't believe in it, even with everything that has happened. He recalled Rebecca also saying something about science, but a short conversation with any girl he had ever been with would easily rule out that possibility. "Well first thing's first" he said to the girl in the mirror, his voice catching him off guard again. "This will definitely take some getting used to..." With another deep sigh, he turned and stepped into the shower. It didn't take long before he discovered how sensitive his new skin really was, certain areas giving sensations he'd never known as a man. These sensations bothered him at first, but as the shower went on he became more and more curious, finally deciding that releasing some built up tension wasn't a bad idea. When he first probed his new slit deeper, he thought he knew what to expect, but the sensations almost brought him to his knees. He kept aiming for a climax, but his dwelling mind made such a thing impossible. It took the water getting cold to snap him out of his new obsession, leaving him feeling both ashamed and unsatisfied. He sulked around the apartment in a towel for what felt like an hour, before finding something he could wear. When he finally walked out of the bedroom, he was wearing a pair of old pajama pants and a baggy football jersey. His pants held low on his hips by their width, and the hem of the jersey dangled slightly above his knees, but nothing else would fit nearly as well. He was about to look in the mirror before thinking better of it, and instead decided to plop himself on the couch with his address book. He was going nowhere in his research when he recieved a text message from Rebecca, causing him to yelp and drop his phone between the couch cushions. The recent events had left him edgy, and he justified his reaction in his mind before saying to himself: "But this is Becky." After taking a deep breath, he fished it out and pressed a button to read the words: "Anything new? I can take the afternoon off if you need me to." He paused before deciding to lie to her, not wanting anyone to know about his latest transformation, and replied with a simple: "Nothing here, no need to come over." Realizing after a few minutes that there wasn't going to be a reply, he closed the phone and picked up the remote to turn on the T.V. He had a few names in mind but didn't know where to go from there, and decided to clear his mind with something familiar. The stock exchange. Something from his normal life would surely be welcome right now. Flipping the channel to CNBC, he sat back and watched the news ticker at the bottom. There were the normal ups and downs, but he was waiting to see if his actions from the day before had any impact on a public level. It was nearing his company's code when all of a sudden the following phrase scrolled along the ticker: "That sexy lingerie you always wear looks great on that ass! If only you had some nice, big tits to go with it." followed by a repeat from the top of the cycle. Before he knew what he was doing, he was throwing the television to the ground in a blind rage. Tears streamed down his face as he screamed: "This has to stop!" Without another thought, he made a decision. The only real lead he had so far was Daisy's picture, so he would go there first. He remembered her telling him something about being "wiccan," which he assumed had something to do with witches. Thoughts of voilence flooded his brain before he felt an odd tickle on his chest. Looking down, he noticed that the numbers on his jersey stood out a bit more than he remembered. "Shit, shit, SHIT!" Grabbing his keys, wallet and phone, he hurried from his apartment, bolting toward his parking spot. The overly feminine design of his car gave him a slight pause. He swore he removed all of the alterations, but just like his hair, any damage he did had been repaired overnight. Both of the pink seat covers were back in place, as was the pink steering wheel cover and playboy bunny decal. With a deep sigh, he was about to get in when he heard a whistle from behind. He swore as he turned to see Pete smirking in his direction. "Please don't come over, please don't come over" he thought to himself repeatedly as he fumbled his keys. "Hey you! Isn't that my buddy's new car? He's gonna be pissed when he sees it!" laughed the tall dark man as he closed in. "It's mine... I mean his..." replied Dan, turning slightly to look at his neighbor. He could feel a constant throbbing in his chest and did his best to conceal any changes. "So who's is it? Yours or his?" asked Pete with a stupid smirk "and who exactly are you? You've obviously never been here before, because I never forget pretty faces." "I'm his, umm... sister. I'm Dan's sister," responded Dan with some hesitation, hoping beyond hope that it would be convincing enough. He couldn't let Pete find out what was going on, this was far too embarassing. "We just have the same car is all," lied Dan as Pete continued to admire him "- he liked mine so much he got one of... one of his own." "Well. I suppose that makes sense. And I should've known you were his sister, there's something in your green eyes." swooned Pete as he grabbed Dan's girly hand, turning Dan's body to face him. He even began to rub the back of it with his thumb, which Dan quickly pulled away in disgust, perhaps a little too forcefully. "What the fuck Pete!" barked Dan as he crossed his arms over his throbbing chest, noticing how his neighbor's eyes fell upon it. He turned back toward the door and was almost in the car when Pete replied, "Hey, how did you know my name?" "Uh, umm-my brother. My brother told me about you." "And what did he tell you?" questioned the tall dark man as Dan made to fasten his seatbelt. "Amd now that you know mine, it's only fair for me to know yours." "Uh, umm-maybe some other time," he declared coldly, slamming the door closed and locking it, before starting the car. He was cursing the audacity of his neighbor as he sped off. This whole ordeal was getting more and more bothersome, if he didn't do something fast... he didn't want to think about it, but he definitely planned to keep his distance from his neighbor until things were fixed. "Who knew he was such a fucking creep!" Dan tried to focus, he needed to find Daisy and fast. In the last 24 hours, not only had Dan Miles been transformed into a short and scrawny man with flowing locks, but now he was an attractive woman with an ass to rival a Kardashian and now, a pair of growing tits that were visually throbbing. With a deep sigh, he flipped the radio on to take his mind off of things. "Ugh, what is this country shit!" was his response to the woman singing on the radio, he didn't know how much more he could take. He changed the station and recognized Cher's voice in some sort of techno remix, making him laugh nervously at the coincidence. His laughing ended shortly after however, when he realized that every song he could find, was something his past girlfriends would listen to. He always hated their horrible taste in music. Eventually he gave up and tried to turn it off, but to his dismay the button was gone. He didn't even see the spot where it should be, it was as if the on/off switch didn't ever exist. Luckily, Daisy's trailer park was only a short drive away. Some techno pop song blaring as he pulled into her pebble driveway. He immediately killed the ignition as he gazed upon the familiar mint green trailer. Becoming even more nervous as a realization hit him. How on earth was he supposed to explain himself to Daisy if she wasn't behind this? All she would see is some young girl, dressed in men's pajama pants and a football jersey. With that last thought he looked down and groaned. It seemed that during the drive, his chest had grown even larger. The seatbelt which was comfortably resting across his chest when he left, was now buried between two... "WHAT THE FUCK! How am I supposed to get anything done with... with... THESE!" he screamed as he cupped the two enormous mounds with his tiny hands. He wasn't even sure what size they were now but they felt extremely heavy. He even had a bit of trouble finding his center of balance as he exited the car. The new proportions were hard enough to get used to over the last 24 hours, but being top-heavy made everything far worse. He fought back the urge to break down again as he straightened up. He already had one long crying session today. He wouldn't let whoever was doing this take away his dignity too, no matter the cost. After some hesitation and with a deep sigh to calm himself, he raised his petite hand and knocked on the door. To his surprise it was open, the force of his knock causing it to creek slowly inward. "Hello?" shouted Dan as he peeked his head inside, brushing back a curtain of curly brown hair. The place looked deserted. Cautiously, he stepped one bare foot inside then another, slowly creeping inside. "Anyone home? Daisy?" He left the door open just a little, fully alert as he made his way further into the living room. It was just as he remembered it; the two plush couches, the pink and red checkered rug, the white wooden decor. The only things different were the thin layers of dust on the counter tops. This place had been vacant for some time now. He was starting to get goosebumps as he made his way further into the apartment, eyes open for any sign of distress or any clues regarding his situation. It wasn't until he entered the bedroom that he found something; something written in lipstick on the enormous mirror before him. He tried to close his eyes, but he simply couldn't. Something was forcing him to finish reading against his will. "She was such a whore wasn't she? Men like Dan Miles find that so attractive..." He was greeted with a shock as his entire body was suspended in the air, a few inches above the carpet. His arms and legs were spread out, as if he was frozen mid jumping jack. He fought to move but found it impossible. Whatever force was holding him was strong, and he was paralyzed as he continued to read on. "... But you're the same way, aren't you Amber? That's your name now by the way. Amber always dresses for male attention, trying so hard to show off those 'assets' of hers..." That was all he could read as his jersey was pulled over his head, the pajama pants falling to the ground at the same time. Behind the words he could momentarily see his reflection. The lacy, translucent, black panties barely covering his "assets", before it happened. He watched as matching stockings began to snake their way up his pale legs, followed by a shiney black miniskirt. He tried hard to look away, tried harder to fight for control of his body as a lacy top with a deep V was pulled over his head and arms. The shirt was extremely tight, making it a little harder to breathe, as dark shiney boots were dragged onto his legs. Then he suddenly landed, free of whatever had him, and almost fell to the ground when the heel of his boots caught the floor. He wanted to look down to see what he was standing on, but his eyes were still glued to the mirror. He was stunned by the sight of flesh, the amount of cleavage that was showing was rediculous. He pulled at his clothes as he read on, but he wasn't getting anywhere. "...always keeping your auburn hair so sexy, wearing the sluttiest jewelry..." He wanted to run, wanted to hurt whoever was doing this to him, but he couldn't fight it. He had to keep on reading. Even when two golden hoop earrings were pierced through his ears, causing his eyes to water in reaction to the stabbing pain. "... and always wearing so much makeup. You even go out of your way to act so feminine and sexy all the time. Your body loves when men look at you like a fuck toy, doesn't it?" He growled in frustration as he took a stride toward the mirror, his shoes clicking on the floor as he did. Not noticing how his feminine body moved so fluidly in these heels, not realizing exactly how he was shaking that large ass or wiggling those hips. He was about to pull the mirror from the wall and smash it on the ground when he stumbled, catching himself hands-first on the vanity before him. "Fuck you Daisy! Why are you doing this!" he screamed, before something wet pelted his mouth. His hands were glued to the desk and he watched in shock as a swarm of shiney artifacts flew around his face. His lips, his eyes, his hair, his entire head was under attack. He kept his eyes closed to protect them from the swarm, only opening them briefly when he felt something wet on his hands. He was able to see that his nails had been painted a light pink before something flew into both of his eyes, causing him to close them reflexively. They burned for a second before calming down, as something sticky swatted at his lids. He turned his head from side to side, making faces and trying to free his hands the entire time, but he was outmatched. It wasn't until he heard the falling clatter of many tiny objects, that he decided to try to open his eyes again. What he saw in the mirror had him stunned. The woman looking back at him was barely recognizable anymore. Wet pink lips that somehow looked even fuller, slightly rosey cheeks, heavy dark eye-liner and eye shadow and those impossible lashes... He blinked a few times, feeling the awkward weight of those massive eye lashes. His eyes themselves were even larger and brighter than before. With the dim light it was difficult to tell, but his hair even seemed a different color. It almost looked red now, as if his brown hair was blushing. He stood there in shock for a moment, unable to take in what just happened, what keeps happening to him. Something far more powerful than he had expected was after him. His mind mingled between horror and attraction, the stare the woman in the mirror gave was making his body hot. Then reality came crashing down in the form of anger, spawned by all of this injustice. In a fury he pulled his hands off of the vanity, stumbling backwards and tripping over the large heels. He could finally see his feet now and these boots were rediculous. Who in their right mind wanted heels the length of his hand? He continued his rage as he tore them off, tossing them aside before ripping at the skirt and stockings. The shirt was a bit difficult with how tight it was, but eventually that came off too, and he threw it clear across the room. The weight of his jiggling bust dragged him foward slightly as his arm came down. "I'm not going down that easily!" he growled in that high soprano as he tore the room apart, stopping to gather his old clothes. He had the pajamas on and was sliding the jersey back over his head after removing the lingerie. He was breathing heavily as he celebrated a small victory against whatever forces were against him. "HA!" he barked into the mirror, noticing how the effort had surprisingly no impact on all that makeup. He picked a random article of clothing from the floor and wiped his face with it. He was scrubbing so hard it hurt, but an odd sensation suddenly grabbed his attention. Pulling the cloth away he quickly peered into the mirror again and gasped. His pajamas, his jersey, they were... moving? He let out a yell as the clothes on his body distorted, ripping and shifting before his eyes. It was only a short moment before he found himself back in the offensive outfit he had just removed. This was impossible, this was all so impossible. Even the boots were back on his feet, and judging by the way his chest mashed together, the lingerie was back as well. "Grrrrr!" he growled into the mirror, even his hair and makeup were unscathed. That was when he finally noticed how he was holding himself. One hand held in the air so delicately, the other on his left hip which he had dropped. He was even puckering his lips slightly as he noticed this. He tried to adjust himself, but even his adjustments were exaggerations of femininity. A few hot tears ran down his cheeks as he struggled, unable to keep them all back as his rage continued to build. He had never been so angry before, so humiliated. He needed to leave this place. Continuing to fight back tears, he turned and pranced to his car. He tried to ignore how both hands were held in the air, how his back arched to emphasize his enormous bust. He couldn't even stop swaying his hips or walking the way he was, every change to his position just put him in another sexy pose. He barely glanced back at the trailer as he got into the drivers seat, rushing to leave this place and... then what? He realized that this was his only lead when he started the car, and when the radio came on his heart sank even more. He couldn't do this anymore and as the rage turned into hopelessness, he lapsed back into a fit of heavy sobs. He cradled his head in his arms on the steering wheel, as the song "I'm Just a Girl" came on. The weight of his chest on his thighs only made him cry harder as he struggled to catch his breath. *** An hour, two hours, perhaps three. He had no idea. As he picked his head up from between his arms, memories slowly returned to him. He didn't remember falling asleep, but judging by how high the moon was in the sky, he had been out for some time. The radio was still blaring and the car was still running, and he slowly looked around as he used his hand to wipe under his eyes. Stupidly staring at the black smudge on his finger as he pulled it away. Looking into the rearview mirror, he noticed that his mascara was running. Without thinking he reached into a nearby bag, too mentally exhausted to realize what he was doing. After digging for a moment, he pulled out a few small objects and began touching himself up. He didn't know why, but this actually made him feel a little better. It took a few minutes before he was satisfied, and he made a kissy face at himself before realizing what he was doing. He shook his head and took a deep breath as he spoke to himself: "I need to get ahold of Becky, maybe she's thought of something. I'm going to have to tell her the truth." He made to grab his phone when he realized it wasn't in its normal resting place. A brief search told him that it wasn't anywhere in the car, his tits getting in the way as he looked under the seats, in the glove box and even in the center console, they just kept mashing against everything. "Just great," he sighed as he sat himself back into the driver's seat, absent-mindedly adjusting his top as he looked in the mirror, revealing as much cleavage as possible. There was no way he'd be setting foot back in that trailer anytime soon. He struggled to buckle his seatbelt for a moment before speeding out and away from the park. He was on the highway, mentally preparing what he would say to Becky, when a loud dinging pulled him out of his daydream. A quick look at the gas gauge told him that he was almost empty. "Fuck! How long was I out!?" He passed a few more exits before realizing he had no choice. It was either the next one or he was walking home. Wanting to be seen as little as possible, he took the next off-ramp and pulled into an empty gas station. The car spluttered and stalled as he reached the pump. "Whew, that was lucky," he sighed, shaking his head slightly as he spoke. The sound of his voice still gave him strange chills. He held his left hand in the air daintily as he pulled the keys out with his right, before smoothing his skirt and exiting the car. He shivered a bit as he filled his tank, his free arm crossed over his chest and his knees pressed together. He wished he at least was cursed with some sort of jacket. As he watched the dollar amount increase, he slowly rocked and bounced in place trying to get warm. A few cars drove by and he tried to block out the feeling of eyes on him, failing to ignore the mix of shame and excitement he felt as he stood there. At twenty dollars he decided that he had enough to get home. After replacing the nozzle, he felt a pang of worry as his right hand brushed over his thigh. While searching for pockets that didn't exist in a skirt, he suddenly realized that his wallet was gone too. "SHIT!" he hissed as he bent into his car, despirately searching for any money he could use. His chest squashed against the driver's seat as he dug around, before recognizing the bag in the other seat for what it actually was. He had to lift one leg in the air to scoot in far enough, digging through the purse as he wondered where it came from. He had to push aside cosmetics that he vaguely remembered, a small bottle of lotion, some perfume, and a few thin tubes wrapped in plastic. He briefly wondered what the hell a "playtex" was before he found a rectangular case covered in sequins. Opening the case caused some relief as it appeared to be some sort of wallet. Lucky enough it had cash in it, something he rarely handled since the discovery of plastic. He heard a loud whistle as he backed out, wallet in hand. Blushing, he turned to see a car passing slowly, which appeared to be full of young guys. All of them had their heads turned in his direction, and the one in the passenger's side was whistling at him before declaring, "I like what I see!" "Fuck off douche bags!" yelled Amber in anger as he slammed his door and pranced into the shop. He could hear them all laughing as he swayed his ass seductively, his heels clicking and clocking on the pavement. He was inadvertantly giving them a show as he approached the automatic entrance, stepping inside as quickly as possible after turning to flip them off. Behind the counter sat a nerdy-looking kid with thick glasses, scribbling away at a notebook without even a glance in his direction. Not wanting to draw any more attention to himself, Amber decided to grab a drink from the cooler and maybe something to eat. He shopped around for some time before deciding on just a Diet Coke. Unsure of how his stomach would handle food right now. He approached the clerk slowly, the clicking of his heels finally causing the kid to look up. Slowly at first then into a wide-eyed double take. Amber couldn't help but notice where the kid's eyes were, causing him to look away in disgust. His eyes fell on a magazine display, where a very attractive woman was posing on the cover below the title. He rolled his eyes at how stupid the headlines were; "You can't say no to men, no matter what" and " Always think of yourself as a woman" stood out. "These things are so stupid," thought Amber as she looked back at the clerk, absent-mindedly brushing strands of curly auburn hair from her face and setting the Diet Coke down. She noticed that his eyes also followed hers back from the gossip rag. "Did you want the magazine too?" asked the Clerk, which she immediately responded with a "sure." She didn't know why she agreed. The last thing she wanted was a stupid magazine telling her how women think. Her eyes drifted behind the clerk as she let out a sigh, perhaps she was just trying to hurry the transaction. Without missing a beat his eyes followed hers, looking back at her as he pointed in the direction she was starting. "Oh do you smoke?" he asked, gesturing to the wall of cigarettes behind him. She didn't know why she did it, but she responded with a nod. The events of the day had left her exhausted and feeling stupid, and she gaped stupidly as the clerk offered her a pack labeled "Vogue." "These ones miss?" She meant to reject them entirely, but for some reason she was still nodding as he placed them on the counter next to the diet coke. He rang up the magazine, the pack of cigarettes and the soda on top of the twenty in gas. She was getting more and more confused as the transaction occurred, attributing everything to how groggy she felt. "It's gonna be thirty-five dollars and fifty five cents miss," declared the clerk before taking two twenties from her hand, once again glancing at her chest before the drawer opened. He made change and bagged up her purchases before asking: "Are you going to smoke one of those before you leave?" "N...nnnn... naturally!" He certainly didn't mean to say that. What the hell was going on? "Well can you please throw your wrappers in the trash? So many people litter and it's just me here." She nodded and he smiled at her before handing her matches and turning back to his notebook. As she exited the store confused, she decided that getting home and taking a shower were top priority. Her brain felt overworked and she was sure that was why she simply agreed to everything. When she reached the car, she placed the bag next to her purse and pulled out the tiny cardboard box. She looked at the distant store suspiciously as she unwrapped the plastic, making sure to place the wrapper in the nearby can as the clerk instructed. She didn't know why she was opening the box, or why she was pulling out a long white cigarette. She'd never smoked before in her life. In fact she was sure the thought of doing so never even crossed her mind. So why was she placing it between her lips? A surge of anxiety flowing in with the warm tickles as she inhaled for the first time. Her eyes caught her reflection in the car window before she exhaled. The look of confusion was there beneath all of her makeup, but at the same time it looked so natural to her. She wanted to drop it as her hand fell to her side, butt she simply couldn't will herself to. After realizing that she was unable to stop herself, she slid into the car and struggled to buckle in with just her right hand, her left hanging daintily out the window. It took some effort but eventually she got it. Throwing the car into drive and speeding out of the parking lot, she pondered what was going on as she took another puff. She didn't know how, but she was sure that something was affecting her mentally now as well as physically, and that idea scared her more than anything else. Whatever she was dealing with was was more powerful than she had thought, and she was almost certain that it wasn't human. "What was the last thing I read?" Amber asked aloud, after blowing out a stream of smoke. She tried to get her thoughts in order, fighting the groggy stupidity that she felt, but too much had happened in such a short amount of time. How she still had any of her sanity left was beyond her. She couldn't recall anything that would mess with her decisions, other than the way she was forcefully dressed. She was only a few blocks from her apartment and even though she was out of ideas, being home would definitely be an improvement from the public eye. Too many red lights led to way too many men staring down her shirt. This both disgusted and excited her, in turn making her head hurt even more. She was sure a relaxing shower, something to eat and a goodnight's sleep would help her get her thoughts in order. She would get ahold of Becky tomorrow morning and hopefully together, they could figure out who was behind this. The fear of her being seen like this was overwhelming, but not nearly as much as the fear of losing any more control of the situation. "Shit!" declared an agitated Amber as she drove by her apartment. Someone had parked in her spot. She would have a much better chance of being seen like this now, before reaching the security of her home. Eventually she found a spot almost a block away and with her heart racing, she pulled the keys from the console and grabbed the purse and paper bag before stepping out. She was half way there, her right arm bent with her hand in the air, purse dangling below her elbow as she waddled closer to home. She wasn't sure why she grabbed the purse or bag, nothing of value was in there other than the wallet. She tried to focus on her walk, attempting to make it less seductive as she crossed the road. She felt like she was making some progress, but very little. Her hips and ass still swaying as she put one foot in front of the other, as the sound of her heels clicking on the pavement echoed around her. She tried to ignore the heavy bouncing on her chest or the way her hair felt, but everything about this body was so distracting. She was a few houses down when the sounds of hooting and hollering echoed from behind. She turned slightly to see a small group of people walking toward her, laughing at eachother as one began to wave in her direction. If she didn't know any better, these were the douche bags from earlier. She had no idea what they planned to do but she didn't need this right now. Heart racing, she sprinted for her apartment door, or rather tried to. Her purse arm hanging in the air as she tried to run in heels. She was certain that she really wasn't moving much quicker this way, but she could feel her tits and ass jiggling more viciously. The heavy bouncing on her chest eventually threw her off balance, causing her to fall hard into the closed door. She quickly fumbled for her keys and hurried through the threshold, slamming the door behind her. She cautiously looked around as she dropped her bags near the door, causing their contents to spill across the floor in front of her. It didn't seem like anything had changed since she had left, the T.V still face-down on the floor where she left it, and no visibile signs of writing anywhere. It was a few minutes before she decided it was okay to proceed. Pulling off her boots and making her way to the bathroom, sneaking looks around as she did. After walking in those heels for some time, trying to flatten her feet was difficult. She practically tiptoed her way to the toilet, breathing in the faint smell of piss as she entered the bathroom. A trail of baby blue sweats strewn between the sink and toilet. She pulled down her skirt and lacy thong as memories from earlier surfaced. She tried to ignore them as she sat down, attempting to relieve herself in an unfamiliar way. She remembered waking up as a woman, and the tiny breasts she discovered... She felt a pang of anxiety as she looked down into the monstrous cleavage she had now. She couldn't even see past these things anymore, they each had to be the size of her head now. She completely kicked off her panties after standing up, the entire bottom of her body exposed as she approached the mirror. When she woke up this morning, the face that she found was one that could be her little sister. There had been so much change since then, most of it due to the massive amount of makeup she was currently wearing. She still didn't understand how her eye color had brightened or how her hair had reddened, but then again she didn't understand how any of this could be possible. She backed up slightly, her eyes focusing on the slit between her legs. She touched it briefly, still unable to believe that it was all real. The craziest thing was how natural it felt to her, nobody would ever believe that she was once a man. Even she couldn't think of herself as a man now. She even tried to, but she REALLY couldn't think of herself as a man, it was like her brain refused to acknowledge the concept. "I'm a woman!" she yelled "- a gu-gu-girl!" She was getting frustrated. "NO! I'm not a girl I'm a GIRL! I'M A WOMAN DAMNIT!" She slammed her palm into the sink as she screamed. Why couldn't she say that she was a man? She knew that she had been, and she knew that she still wanted to be, but considering herself one in the present was impossible. "My name is Amber! My name is Da-Aa-Amber Miles!" she gasped. Something really was messing with her head too. She couldn't even refer to herself as her old name, and no matter how hard she wanted to fight it, there simply wasn't anything there to fight. She was breathing heavily, her face in her hands as she tried to understand everything that was going on over the last two days. "Why is someone doing this to me!" she screamed, pounding her fists against the bathroom sink "- I DON'T DESERVE THIS!!!" She was in the midst of throwing a tantrum when she heard someone yell "CALM DOWN OVER THERE!" through her apartment wall. It was an older man's voice and it was too muffled to recognize, but the sound suddenly snapped her out of her fit. It was almost like getting hit in the face with cold water. "S-ss... SORRY!" she yelled back, never aware of how thin these walls were before. She looked back at her reflection as she took a couple deep breaths. "Who is doing this to me?" she whimpered to herself, all feelings of anger evaporating as she spoke, "why is someone doing this to me?" Perhaps the explosion of emotion was what she needed, as she couldn't explain otherwise, but she really was growing more calm. Her hands stopped shaking, her anger had disappeared, and she couldn't explain why. Maybe she was just too tired to fight anymore today. Regardless, she needed to shower and get some rest. There was still a chance at fixing this if she could just find out who was behind it. With a deep sigh and a small sliver of hope, she began to remove her shirt. It was very tight and a bit of a challenge, but she eventually pulled it over her head. The weight of her breasts as they slid out nearly threw her off balance again. She realized that she must've taken the bra with the shirt, but that was just one less thing she'd have to figure out. Impulsively she cupped her enormous breasts, each one had to weigh an easy 10 lbs. She lifted them as high as she could then quickly removed her hands, letting them fall and bounce freely. The feeling was so surreal. It was like having two boneless appendages that she couldn't move, but could feel every slight movement made. She did the test again, surprised that this wasn't bothering her. Perhaps she was in a state of shock, unable to understand why she was so calm right now. She remembered hearing about cases like this from Becky, but she never really paid much attention to them. After struggling to recall more about the subject, she simply shook her head and stepped into the steamy shower. The feeling of the hot water was so welcoming after today's events, and she just stood there allowing her mind to wander freely... ... ... She wasn't sure how long she had zoned out before snapping out of it, but the water was getting cooler. She needed to wash this damned makeup off, and she scrubbed until it became too cold to handle anymore. She was shivering as she turned the water off, hoping that she did a good enough job. Her nipples had become extremely hard and sensitive over the last few minutes. After grabbing a large fluffy towel, she began rubbing it all over as she normally world. A pass over her chest was too much to handle however, the sensations causing her to gasp in both pain and pleasure. Shivering in response to the cold and other sensations, she decided to quickly pat the rest of herself dry. It was an improvement on her skin, but she still avoided touching her nipples again. When she was done, she wrapped it around herself and stepped out, her right hand holding it together as her left held it against her hip. She noticed that she only covered her chest enough to conceal her nipples, the rest of her massive bust exposed to the cold air. She tried to adjust it but simply couldn't, giving up when her nipples couldn't take any more friction. She could even see them pitching small tents now. Upon reaching the mirror, she mindlessly began blow drying her hair. As she did so, she was relieved to find that most of her makeup came off. Faint traces of eye shadow were all that remained, and she was staring back at the teenage sister from this morning. She wanted it to be more welcoming, but she couldn't help feeling that she was missing something. It was probably the sight of her old face that she missed so much, but even that didn't feel right. She was deep in contemplation when the blowdryer stopped, her hands finishing up subconciously as she came back to her earlier realization. She wasn't sure what triggered it, but she still couldn't call herself by her old name or even think of herself as a man. Her name was Amber and she was a woman, and apparently that was all she had now, much to her disagreement. She sighed as she dropped her hand, casting a sideways glance into the mirror as something hit the sink with a *clack*. Her mouth dropped as she gasped "What the fuck!" She looked at the mascara brush in her right hand as she stood up, dropping it in disgust as she took a step backward. She must've applied all of this fresh makeup subconsciously. She had even put her own hair into high pigtails while she was deep in thought. The worst part was that she didn't even want to undo it again. She knew that this wasn't right, but the will simply wasn't there to change anything. "What am I going to do with myself" she declared in a sigh, making a seductive kissy face into the mirror. Her reflection actually started turning her on, when she heard a thumping sound coming from the living room. Her heart skipped in both hope and panic as she fled the bathroom, expecting to find that Becky had come to check up on her. She wasn't sure how she would explain this to her, and she was trying to make sense of it when she suddenly stopped. It wasn't Becky. "Hey Dan, I accidentally got some of your mail and... oh" It was Pete from next door, the last person Amber wanted to see, and his eyes were now fixed on her half-exposed chest. "What the hell Pete!" shouted Amber as she tried to cover her whole chest, somehow making herself show off even more. Something was making her act slutty in front of him, leaning slightly forward and casting him a slightly upwards glance. Being seductive was the last thing she wanted to do right now. "Oh, umm... I'm sorry I didn't expect... well wasn't expecting such a show." He half smirked as his eyes met hers. Amber was familiar with Pete's brand of humor, and any other time would've been a laugh, but the way he looked at her made her nervous. "I have some mail for your brother, is he out for the night?" "Yeah he is" replied Amber without thinking, unsure why she said it. She looked away from Pete's glare as she did, hoping that he would just leave out of embarassment. That was when she saw it, a piece of the puzzle that finally made sense of the last few hours, and what made this situation even more terrifying. She was looking at the magazine on the floor as Pete went on about how he should've knocked and how great of a guy he really is, but all she could think of were the phrases "You can't say no to men, no matter what" and " Always think of yourself as a woman." These weren't just magazine headlines, these were another layer of curses cast upon her. Mouth slightly opened, she looked up at Pete who was still smirking. She had to diffuse this situation somehow, she had to get him out of here before something else happened. "Is... Is there anything else? I was just about to get dressed." "Not really -" began Pete before his tone became smug "- unless you want to show me what's under that towel" It was obviously a joke to break tension, but Amber couldn't stop herself as she grabbed the ends of the towel. It was just like being at the gas station, where she didn't want to do what she was about to do, but she felt herself doing it anyway. His eyes widened as she slowly opened her towel, her large tits jiggling as she exposed her naked body to him. She could feel herself blushing as they exchanged looks, a mix of confusion and hunger on his face. She tried to tell him "don't look" but all that came out was "mmn! look!" "I am, I definitely am," mumbled Pete, the tone of surprise and awe in his voice drowned out the smugness from earlier. "Wow! Are those... are those real?" She simply nodded as she stood there with the towel open. He briefly licked his lips as he stepped inside a little more, shutting the door behind him. Before she knew what she was doing she declared "[don't] touch me" to him, but to her horror the word "don't" was replaced with another "mmn!" The words "you can't say no" standing out on the magazine beneath her. "Are you sure?" asked Pete, stepping a little closer as she nodded at him. She let the towel fall to the floor as she stuck her chest out toward him. He only hesitated for a moment, before reaching his cold hands out and cupping her heavy breasts. He continued fondling her as he declared "they are real! I swear they look bigger than before." She tried to avoid saying anything else, hoping beyond hope that he would just fondle her and then leave. Those hopes were dashed the moment he put one of her nipples in his mouth, causing Amber to exhale heavily in response to the sensations. "Does this turn you on?" "Yeah!" exhaled Amber as she bit her lip. Before he asked that question, she was simply ashamed and uncomfortable. Her response somehow ignited something new though. Heat growing below her belly button, increasing in intensity as it spread between her thighs. She could feel something hot and wet on her ass as he continued to molest her massive tits. She couldn't take the mix of emotions: Shame, disgust, discomfort, pleasure, desire... They were all too much. "[Stop] Pete, [don't] suck on them!" Her "stops" and "don'ts" still only coming out as slight moans, she had no idea how to stop this madness. She stood there moaning in protest as he took each nipple in turn, before feeling a pressure on her right wrist. Without warning, he took her hand and placed it on the bulge in his pants, asking "Is this what you want?" She exhaled a breathy "yeah!" as she made to retract her hand. Instead she found herself rubbing the bulge in his pants, causing it to grow even larger and harder beneath her palm. She attempted to scream "no" and "stop" and anything else that would put an end to this. But no matter what she said, only breathy moans continued to escape her lips. The worst part was that she actually found herself desiring what was in his pants, even though the thought disgusted her completely. She couldn't really want it. She told herself that her desire wasn't true, but something was compelling her to free it. Eventually that compulsion won over her disgust. She was telling herself that she was trying to fight it, when her other hand reached the front of his pants. She knew that this was wrong, trying to ignore the excitement she felt as she undid his zipper. He continued to fondle her as she reached her right hand inside, digging around for her prize. When she pulled it out, her eyes widened and her mouth dropped at the size of it. Her right hand continuously rubbing it up and down as she gaped in a mix of admiration and terror. A smile spread across his face as her eyes met his, apparently satisfied at her reaction. Pete obviously knew what he was packing. Without warning, he leaned in and kissed her, causing her hand to pump away at his shaft more furiously. Part of her thought that if he came here, there would be no need for this to escalate any further. She did her best to pleasure him, throwing a rotation in her wrist as she jerked him off. Occasionally using her thumb to rub the sticky tip. He grabbed the back of her head with his left hand as his right continued to massage her left breast. Her protests continuing to come out as moans as they made out. Her left hand dangled in the air uselessly, completely unable to stop kissing him back. She had a sick feeling in her stomach from all of this. The taste of his breath, the cold wetness that covered her busy hand, the throbbing heat between her legs. When his right hand fell from her breast, she felt hopeful for a moment as it dropped back into place. That hope instantly changed into shock, her eyes widening in response to a new sensation between her legs. She tried to yell a "no" at him, but the were still locked in a deep kiss and she could feel their tongues rub together briefly. She found herself widening her stance slightly as his hand probed her slit, moaning more protests into his mouth. She tried to close her legs as he fingered her, but it was beyond her abilities. She couldn't fight this any more than she could anything else. She was losing herself to the sensations. Continuously telling herself that this wasn't what she wanted, trying to remember that someone was making her do this. She was caught of guard and almost fell forward, when Pete suddenly stopped. Catching her by the shoulders as she stumbled into him, her tits bouncing around as she fell forward. Confused by the sudden change, she looked up at him. Never realizing how tall he was before. "Lets take this into the bedroom," offered Pete, before leaning into another quick kiss. Still holding onto his dick with her right hand, she simply turned and pulled him down the hall. Her left hand on her hip as she swayed in front of him. His hands occasionally groping her ass as they made their way to the bedroom. When they reached the end of her bed, he swiftly spun her around to face him, delivering another deep tongue kiss. "You know, I never even got your name," whispered Pete after his lips left hers. "A-Amber" followed her slow exhale, her eyes leering deeply into his. Silently begging for this to not go any further. She told herself that she couldn't be fucked by a man, she was a woman! "Amber, a sexy name for such a sexy girl." She had no time to respond to his corny line, as he sat her down on the bed, before slowly crawling on top of her. She scooted back to the middle as he followed, before his arms were parallel with her jiggling tits. His eyes were gazing intently into hers as his right hand traveled once-again between her legs. She squirmed slightly as his fingers entered her, unsure of what to do with the rest of her body. The sensations below were driving her crazy. She was wondering when it would end when everything stopped, her eyes meeting his again as he sat up slightly. She had no way to prepare herself for what happened next, as he rubbed the tip of his cock between her legs. Without thinking she begged, "Please [don't] fuck me!" Without anymore hesitation, he slowly entered her. The sensation was unreal, similar to nothing she had ever felt before. It was a balance of pain and pressure, but almost entirely pleasurable. She lost her resolve, trying everything to stop him. She moaned over and over as she attempted to scream "no," "don't," and "stop" as often as possible. All he heard however, were moans of what he thought were pleasure. So he continued thrusting harder and harder, his right hand kneading harder against her left breast. "You love having a big dick inside you, don't you?" growled Pete, displaying a ferocity that Amber never knew he had. "Yes! Yes! [don't] FUCK ME DEEPER!" screamed Amber, barely able to think anymore as his thrusts grew even harder. In a last ditch effort, she threw her arms and legs around him, trying her best to pull him off. She felt herself digging at his back with her nails as she rocked her body with his, her attempts to dismount him only increasing the intensity of his thrusts. Her entire body shuddered as he maintained this pace, her legs still crossed around his hips as the heat from within grew and grew. Without warning she exploded. A hot liquid was spreading below her ass and between her legs as she lost control, the feeling of enormous pressure being released from within. Her entire body locked up as waves upon waves of heat surged through her body. She was barely coming down from these feelings when she felt him tense up, her eyes moving to his as he pushed forward, harder than he ever had before. Her brain was so foggy from the orgasm, but she still knew what was happening, when a different heat started spreading to her navel. He held this pose for another moment, before letting out a breath and rolling to her side. Both of them looking at eachother wordlessly, breathing heavily as they simply laid there. A mixture of satisfaction and disgust was slowly boiling its way below her numbness. She had just had sex with her friend Pete, she had just had sex with a man... and it made her orgasm. * * * "I'm going to grab something to drink," declared a voice that brought the room back into focus. Amber wasn't sure how long she had been zoning out, staring deeply at a spot in the ceiling without any conscious thought, but Pete's declaration made her jump. "What?" she asked stupidly, both her brain and body feeling exhausted. "I'm going to grab something to drink did you want something?" "Uh, sure" "Alright then, I'll see what's in the fridge. Don't move, I'll be right back!" And with that he left the room, Amber staring stupidly at his bare ass as he walked away. She was so out of it that even her anger and disgust eluded her, as memories of their recent activities moved to her forethought. The only thing she knew is that she had to get out of here before he came back. She made to get off the bed, but only had the will to simply adjust herself before her heart picked up in speed. She wasn't sure if it was because of his last request or her exhaustion, but she could not seem to get off of the bed. Defeated, she simply laid her head down on the mess of blankets. If she were this tired, he most definitely had to be. She heard him rumbling through the fridge in the distance, and turned to look in the mirror across the room. Her makeup looked a little runny and her pig tails had a few loose strands, but for the most part she still looked stunning. Her enormous tits laying atop eachother as she rested on her side. Even in exhaustion she looked like a posing pinup model. Her vision traveled to the door as footsteps neared, her neighbor entering with two wine glasses in one hand and some papers and a bottle in another. He smirked at her as he declared "Leap District Cabber-nee Saw-vig-non courtesy of Shafer Hillside," before struggling to remove the cork from the bottle. She felt a pang of distress as she recognized the wine. It was the expensive red that she had purchased for her wedding night, after her and Jessica finally tied the knot. That relationship felt like a whole other life ago, back before she stumbled upon any cursed notes. She was surprised to discover that she still had feelings for Jessica, or that she actually cared to begin with. She had always told herself that it was a relationship of convenience, but watching Pete pour their sacred bottle awoke something inside of her. "Here you go beautiful" he declared, handing her a glass that was full to the brim. She reluctantly took it, critizing him for his obvious lack of wine-pouring knowledge. She watched as he set the bottle on the dresser, holding his equally full glass in the air in her direction. "Are you ready for another round?" She nodded at his question, her stomach sinking as she began to feel sick again. Her hopes for ending the night early were dashed away as he announced "well then, drink up and lets have some fun!" She put the glass to her mouth, nearly chugging the contents of her glass. She gagged a few times on the strength of her beverage, before pulling the glass away from her mouth. The contents completely drained. Pete looked at her in amazement, his glass only a quarter of the way empty. Shrugging, he put the glass back to his lips and drained his own. Streams of red dribble running from the sides of his mouth as the glass emptied. He was almost to the bed when he doubled back, reaching for something on the dresser as he set his glass down. She carefully placed her own on the night stand, before turning to watch him crawl toward her. His arm holding something up directly in front of her eyes. "Pretty weird huh? There was one piece of mail addressed to you, but this post card is entirely blank" laughed Pete. Amber didn't join in however, her eyes widening in terror as she read words that only she could see: "You are ovulating right now, and when that happens you are constantly horny." In response to her reaction, he turned her side to face him. "Odd. There weren't words here before, I swear it" explained Pete with a nervous chuckle. "- and who would send you something that says: 'you will stay so hard and never feel satisfied for long tonight' what does that even mean?" With another chuckle he flicked the card to the side, watching it land on the floor before turning back to face her, but she still had a look of terror on her face. She began squirming in response to an intense feeling of emptiness that grew between her legs, as he looked into her eyes. "What's the matter? Is everything... oh wow!" The last part was a gasp as he reached down to grab his dick. She watched as it grew harder and larger than before, visually throbbing as it peaked. She didn't know what "ovulating" meant, but if she was fertile did that mean that she could become..? No, it couldn't be possible, could it? Her worries slowly creeped to the back of her mind as she watched him rub his throbbing cock, a powerful need growing stronger and stronger below her belly button. When he looked back up at her, any humor in his eyes had been replaced with an extreme hunger. She came slightly when he sat her up, his hand moving across her sensitive skin to her massive right breast. Even her chest felt warm and tight, as if the skin was being pulled tightly against them, causing her large nipples to stick out for attention. Attention that he didn't fail to satisfy, causing her to let out a loud moan as he pinched and pulled at her right one, then the left. She was losing almost all of her resolve to the hunger below, elation replacing disgust as she spread her legs wide. Allowing him to press his tip against her swollen pussy. She was so wet that the contact made slopping sounds, as he used her to lubricate himself. And then he pushed forward, and her vision all but blurred as she immediately came. It was all she could do to mutter the phrase "[don't] c-cum inside of meee!" as he continued to pound her, but she didn't care anymore. She needed this enormous thing inside of her now, both of their bodies succumbing to their primal urges. [ To be Continued... ]