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As an army brat, moving from state to state was a common occurrence with
me and my parents. My dad was a staff sergeant in the U.S. Army and my mom
did a lot of work around the house that he wasn't able to tend to. I was
an only child, so the days got boring and lonely.
At 18 years old, I'd been the new kid at school a total of seven times
which was equal to the amount of states I'd called home. Our most recent
stop on the tour was in Indiana.
My first day of school had come, and I was nervous as well. I'd recently
gotten my driver's license, so I was able to transport myself, much to the
appeasement of my mom.
It was a rather large, but nice school located in a suburb of Indianapolis
where we were currently living. Pulling into a spot and parking my car, I
left out a deep breath.
"Nothing you haven't done before, Brian," I told myself as I exited my car
and walked to my first class.
The first thing I noticed were the looks the students gave me. It's almost
as if I was from a different planet. Did I really stand out that much?
I took a seat near the back of the classroom, hoping to minimize the
attention. As the rest of the students filled in, none of them bothered to
really look at me, which was I didn't have one problem with.
"Okay, class. Listen up!" the teacher, whatever her name was, spoke
loudly, silencing all the commotion. "We have a new student who will be
joining our class today! Brian Thompson, if you could stand up please?" Oh
no, not this again.
Reluctantly, I stood up from my desk so that every eye in the classroom
was directed right at me. Talk about uncomfortable.
"Now, I trust that you all will make Brian's experience in this class and
in this school as fulfilling as possible," she said. "Thank you, Brian.
You can sit now," I happily obliged.
Being an unfamiliar face at a school wasn't ideal for a person like me. I
was a bit on the nerdy side and my physical appearance was less than
desirable. In the past I'd received a fair share of teasing and it was
difficult for me to make acquaintances.
The class began as I peered around the room. Several students were
whispering as others simply gave me a weird look, much like the kind I had
received in the hallway.
I had to tell myself, just like all the other times, that I might not be
here long, so I would have to make the most of it.
Lunchtime rolled around and, as expected, I took a seat at an empty table.
Going to work on my chicken sandwich along with the peaches and corn, I
heard a body sit in the seat next to me.
It was some guy wearing a Nike tee and athletic pants. He was one his
phone typing something, so I wasn't sure why he was sitting here.
"Uh, hey?" I said to him before he pulled me over with his arm and took a
picture of the two of us with his camera.
"Oh yeah, selfie with the new kid! Hey Kyle!" he said, running off to a
group of who I assumed were his buddies. "You owe me five bucks!" Great,
not even a day into my new school and I was already a part of someone's
bet.
After lunch concluded I grabbed my things and was off to the next class.
Turning a corner I heard some whisper from behind me. "Hey you," I stopped
in my tracks and turned around, locking eyes with a kid in a black hoodie
and dark jeans. "Yeah, come over here!" He signaled with his hand.
I wasn't sure what to think, but I had time to kill, and the less time I
spent in the classroom was probably for the better. Once I had approached
him, he looked around before he whispered to me, "At the southwest corner
of the school there's an old wishing well. Students use it all the time
but the problem is, they don't have the right coin. Pennies, nickles,
dimes, or quarters won't work. You'll need this." He pulled out a golden
chip that looked like it came from an ancient tribe.
I carefully grabbed it from his hand and put it in my pocket. As weird as
this guy seemed, I knew I was far at the bottom level of the social food
chain, so I would have to make friends the hard way. Plus, he was the
first person to have a genuine conversation with me.
"I know what you're going through, and I want to help you out. Consider it
a gift," he told me before walking away, as if he was hiding form someone.
"Thanks," I suspiciously responded, though I knew he couldn't hear me.
Redirecting my way back to my original destination, I walked past a group
of rather attractive girls. Once I was far away from them, I heard them
burst with laughter. The day couldn't be over soon enough.
The last seconds ticked off the clock, and when the bell rang, I felt like
leaving this place and never coming back. Not that I didn't have issues
before coming here, but this was my worst first-day experience.
Walking along with a swarm of students out the door and to the parking
lot, I suddenly remembered the coin the guy gave me.
Slowly but surely I was able to separate myself from the others and find a
spot where I could get a better look at what exactly it was. In a secluded
area I pulled the chip out from my pocket and observed the symbols
engraved in it.
Some kind of ancient inscriptions circled one side, surrounding a person's
head whose face was looking to the side. It wasn't Washington, Lincoln, or
any other U.S. historical figure. Instead it looked like a king or a
tyrant of sorts.
My backpack had been putting a burden on me all day, so I went to put it
in the passenger seat before I headed over.
"Southwest corner," I reminded myself of the well's location as I walked
on the sidewalk around the school. From the distance I could see it,
standing on its own but standing firm into the ground.
Was I really this desperate? These things don't grant wishes, that's only
on TV and in books! Jeez, maybe I should start convincing people that
Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny are real. Then another part of my brain
started speaking to me.
What else was I going to use this for? I could try to pawn it but I likely
wouldn't get jack shit for it. Surely I wouldn't be the first person to
try and walk away disappointed. I thought about what I wanted to "wish"
for. Debating inside my mind, I thought of what would potentially be best
in the long-term.
Coming to a decision, I went up to the well and said, "I wish that I
didn't have to move anymore and that people liked me." I flipped the coin
into the well, hearing a slight splash, and walked away to my car.
Taking each step, I found it increasingly harder to maintain my balance.
Eventually I ended up falling down as I felt my body felt like it was shot
with a taser. I could feel my bones cracking and shifting as some parts of
my body became bigger while others became smaller.
With the sensations coming to an end, I was able to pick myself off the
ground. The first thing I noticed was the weight on my chest. Staring
down, I cupped two large breasts with my soft, delicate hands. I also saw
that I was wearing a red tube top, a thong, a pair of small and tight
denim shorts, and high heels that elevated my height a few inches.
Pacing myself awkwardly in my new footwear, I dashed to the closest
mirror, which happened to be in the bathroom. Finding what I was looking
for, I took a look at what the damage that had been done.
"Ohmigawd!" I exclaimed in a high-pitched, valley girl tone. Staring back
at me wasn't an unappealing, unattractive guy, but a sexy, buxom girl with
long blonde hair and a face decorated with earrings and makeup. Healthy,
tan, and hairless skin enhanced my appearance.
Everything from my thin and toned torso to my full and round ass screamed
perfection. My slim arms and legs paired with my impressive bust and
beddable thighs would make it impossible for any guy to resist me.
Reaching down to my privates to confirm if "it" was still there, I found
my answer. I was now a 18 year old female, a rather fetching one at that.
"Oh shit!" I realized I was in the boy's restroom and quickly dashed out.
Out once again in the hallway, I stopped and leaned against the wall to
try to cool myself down. It was then when I saw the same guy that took
that picture of me at lunch walk in my direction.
"Brittany, didn't expect to see you here so late," he said, pleasantly
surprised. Why was he calling me Brittany, and why was he talking to me
like he knew me? I'd only been here for a day. One thing I knew, he wasn't
getting any of my time.
But he was so hot! I just wanted to run up to him, wrap my arms around his
six-pack abs and make out with him. God, I couldn't help myself. Where
were these thoughts coming from? The change was clearly affecting more
than just my physical appearance. Finding the will to resist, I was about
to walk away until he pulled me into a deep kiss of his own.
It was wrong, so wrong, but I loved every moment of it. Something else was
happening to me, like a shockwave being set of from inside me. New
memories of my life as Brittany brewed in my head. I had the same parents,
except my dad worked as a wealthy businessman instead of in the military,
so I had spent my entire life growing up in this city.
A upper class family, I'd enjoyed many luxuries in life. This meant there
was less pressure for me to exceed in school, which I rather struggled due
to my low intelligence. Even so, I knew there would be a modeling career
for me open in the future, the boys at school couldn't keep their eyes off
me.
The guy who I was currently kissing was my boyfriend Travis. We'd been
dating each other for almost two years, and what a hunk he was! A lot of
girls were jealous of my relationship and looks, and I was also very
popular.
Unlocking from each other, we both smiled at each other. "So I'll pick you
up tonight at 7:00, does that sound good?" he asked in a charming voice.
"I totally can't wait!" I told him as he headed down the hallway. He'd
just gotten done lifting weights and was ready to head home. Stealing one
more look, bit my lip as I went in a similar direction.
Finding my Porsche, I happily slipped inside, finding my purse which I
forgot I had left in the car. I giggled at my bad memory before starting
it up and driving away. At a red light, I looked over at the car to my
left.
In it was a thirty-something year old man along with his wife. Giving him
a flirtatious wink, he smiled back before his wife smacked him. She gave
me a dirty look as I giggled.
Arriving home to my house, stepped out of my car and smiled. I was young,
beautiful, and had an amazing boyfriend. It didn't get any better than
this.
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