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Daniel slouched through the mall, bored out of his mind. He was only here
because his mom was punishing him for his poor grades by forcing him to
serve as chauffeur to his sister and her friends.
Ordinarily, he'd much rather have been sitting in his room playing video
games. Or surfing the Internet for porn, like any other red-blooded
American boy in his final year of high school.
Instead, he was "helping" his fourteen-year-old sister find a Halloween
costume. Which really meant he'd driven three giggling girls to the mall
and was now following along behind them carrying several bags and
listening to loud, angry music through the ear buds tucked under the hood
of his Texas A&M hoodie. He was in such a pissy mood he wasn't even
checking out girls.
Which is probably why he didn't even notice the one he barged right into.
One moment he was walking along, lost in his own dark musings, and the
next he was tripping over the girl he'd just knocked to the tiled floor.
Bags went everywhere as he tried--unsuccessfully--not to land squarely on
top of her.
Daniel opened his mouth and drew breath to apologize, but never got a
word out before the stranger let loose with a string of invective and
profanity that would have made a sailor blush. He sprawled backwards on
his ass, aided by the girl's forceful shoves, and gaped,impressed by the
inventiveness and venom of her cursing.
When he got a good look at her, he was impressed for different reasons.
This was about the hottest girl he'd ever seen in person.
She was incredibly, over the top Goth, but the black makeup and artfully
torn clothing did nothing to disguise the fact that she looked like a
lingerie model. She had the face of an movie star, and the body of a porn
actress. He stared, of course. It's possible he even drooled a little.
When his victim saw the look on his face and saw that he was ogling her
breasts, she let loose with another string of profanity even more
colorful than the last, and Daniel was shocked into a profound tactical
error: he burst out laughing.
The girl cut off her angry outburst, but not because she'd run out of
steam. She was simply too angry to speak. Not being a complete idiot,
Daniel took the girl's purpling face and silently working jaw as his cue
to beat a hasty retreat.
STOP. The word resonated in Daniel's bones and he froze.
GET BACK HERE. Was it even out loud? The voice? Was he hearing it in his
ears, or in his head? Regardless, his body turned without his willing it,
and he hurried back to where the girl still sat on the tiled floor.
Wordlessly, she extended her hand. Her face had recovered from purple to
merely red, but she still seemed to vibrate with tension.
All thought of laughter fled from him. He hurried to grasp the
outstretched hand, and pulled the girl to her feet. It was amazingly
easy. He had taken in her beauty and amazing figure in the first seconds
after knocking her down, but hadn't registered how petite the total
package was. Daniel himself was six feet tall, or near enough as to make
no difference. The girl came up to his chest. No wonder he'd run her
over: from his height, she was easy to miss.
For a moment, she said nothing, and Daniel began to think again of
escape. The girl took a deep breath, and some of the tension left her.
"You may apologize," she said.
What a weird thing to say! As if Daniel needed her permission to speak!
Yet speak he did, and genuinely meant it: "I'm really sorry! I didn't
mean to knock you down. I just didn't see you..."
The words died in his throat. The girl's expression had started to
mellow, but at the last had darkened alarmingly again.
When she replied, it was with more than a trace of bitterness. With a
sneer, she asked, "You didn't see me? Because I'm so short. Is that it?"
Daniel tried to get a word in edgewise, but his vocal cords locked up
when she said, SILENCE. Except she didn't say it. Her lips never moved.
Daniel heard the voice in his head as clearly--and loudly--as if she had
shouted it. The girl was vibrating again. He had the good sense to begin
to be frightened.
"Hey, Dan! Where'd you get to? Ooh! Who's your girlfriend?"
Now Daniel was frightened for another reason. Something inexplicable and
dangerous was going on, right here in the middle of the mall, and his
annoying little sister was stepping right into the middle of it. He tried
with every ounce of his rarely exercised will power to turn, to shout, to
warn his sister and her two giggling sidekicks. It was no good. He stayed
as still and silent as one of the mannequins in the nearby display
windows.
The girl didn't. She pivoted in a really weird way towards Haley and her
friends, but her feet never moved. He could hear the soles of her
sneakers squeak on the tiles.
This time, the mental speech wasn't directed at him, but he could still
hear it, like listening to someone on the other end of a very poor
telephone connection.
SILENCE. And the three girls' giggling cut off in mid gig-.
COME HERE. And all three stepped close enough to reach out and touch.
"Daniel and I are having a private, grown-up conversation," the girl said
aloud. She continued, "You three are intruding. I normally keep my hatred
of vapid little twits like yourselves to a very dull roar, but I'm afraid
you've stepped on my last nerve this afternoon."
The girl turned so slightly that Daniel couldn't have said what he'd
noticed that even made him think she'd moved, but he somehow knew she was
addressing herself to Haley's friend Emma, the quietest and shyest of the
three.
"You're quite the little mouse, aren't you? Not any more."
The girl placed the tip of her index finger in the center of Emma's
forehead, and Daniel heard, YOU ARE AN ADRENALINE JUNKIE, A RISK TAKER, A
WILD CHILD. YOU'LL TRY ANYTHING, AS LONG AS IT'S LOUD AND EXTREME.
Emma shuddered as her tame, hand-me-down take on Haley's pop tart
ensemble morphed and twisted from the ground up, becoming rainbow Vans,
ripped and graffitied jeans, an oversize Cerebral Ballzy concert t-shirt,
and a Dakine beanie. One side of her long hair was buzzed short, the
other side was corn-rowed, and the loose hair on top and hanging down her
back looked like it had been dyed every color of the rainbow at some
point. Her makeup and accessories followed suit, right down to the safety
pin piercing her left eyebrow.
Again a turn, too slight to quantify, and Sarah had the girl's undivided
attention while the other three looked on helplessly.
"Well, well, little miss future preacher's wife. I think not."
The girl leaned ever so slightly forward and grabbed Sarah obscenely
below the waist. Daniel heard, YOU ARE A SHAMELESS SLUT. A DAY WITHOUT
SEX IS A DAY WITHOUT SUNSHINE. YOU'LL OPEN YOUR LEGS FOR ANYONE AND
EVERYONE WHO ASKS.
Like Emma's before her, Sarah's clothes and look twisted and changed from
the ground up, forming into five-inch stripper stilettos, black lace
stockings, and a corset dress so short, skimpy, and strategically
translucent that she risked arrest just wearing it in public. Her
shoulder length brown hair shifted into an unnatural, garish red color
and exploded in a mass of teased and tousled curls that cascaded all the
way to the poor girl's half-exposed backside. Her makeup and jewelry were
so cheap and tawdry looking that she'd fit right in walking the streets
with the cheapest of whores.
Daniel's heart rate spiked as the girl turned her attention to his
sister. He renewed his efforts to move, to speak, to do anything at all.
This was all his fault! He was the one who hadn't watched where he'd been
going. And now his little sister and her friends were paying the price.
"What have we here? You look like you stepped right out of a TV show
about teen girls. Allow me to fix that for you."
The girl's hand darted out and touched Haley's chest between her breasts.
Daniel wanted to weep as he heard, YOU ARE OLD, TIRED, DRIED UP. YOUR
THOUGHTS AND DESIRES ARE THOSE OF A SEVENTY YEAR OLD WOMAN.
Haley's shoes became plain orthotics. Her pants changed into support hose
and her Girrrl Power! top morphed into an ugly, grey, knee-length dress.
Her hair turned white as snow, and shortened into the sort of curly,
slightly teased style worn by little old ladies. Her makeup and jewelry
changed to match. Granny glasses on a loop of beaded chain hung down onto
her chest, and hearing aids appeared in her ears. Her hand came up from
her side, and slid full dentures into her toothless mouth. An odd motion
below her waist showed when the adult diaper formed there. Her body
didn't change, and her face remained as youthful as ever, but one would
have to look closely to notice it.
"That'll do," the girl smirked. "Shoo, you three. Daniel and I still have
things to discuss."
Sarah's eyes went to a group of boys further down the mall, and she made
a beeline for them with a hungry look in her eyes. Emma slipped earbuds
into her ears and bounced off in the direction of the skateboard shop.
Haley just turned and shuffled away. Daniel's heart went out to all three
transformed girls, but especially to his once vibrant, irrepressible
sister.
The girl turned around to face him, and said, YOU MAY MOVE, BUT NO
RUNNING AWAY. YOU MAY SPEAK IN A WHISPER ONLY.
The last thing on Daniel's mind was running away. His outrage over the
events of the last few minutes blazed up into righteous anger in the
blink of an eye. Before the girl could react, shopping bags scattered
across the floor to free the young man's hands, which shot forward,
wrapped around her swan-like neck, and squeezed.
He whispered as loud as he could, "You evil bitch!"
The Goth girl didn't even wince. She just stood there with Daniel's hands
on her neck. It took him several seconds to realize his hands weren't
actively squeezing. Instead, they were simply resting on the girl's cool
skin and velour choker. He tried to force his fingers to clench, to
squeeze the life out of this... person?... who had just casually twisted
the lives of three young girls into something unrecognizable. And one of
those girls was his sister! He raged internally and strained every bit of
his will, but couldn't move. When he tried to jump back, he discovered
that he couldn't even do that.
Smiling, the girl reached up and repositioned his hands so that they were
clasped behind her neck, as if he were embracing her. The move pulled
them even closer together, but Daniel couldn't tell which of them had
moved.
Softly, as if they were lovers having an intimate conversation in the
middle of a mall, she said, "'Evil bitch,' is it? Oh, Daniel, you say the
most darling things. I know you meant that as an insult, but you can't
insult someone with the truth. I am a bitch, it's true. And evil? By your
standards, I imagine I am." She stepped even closer, and her ample
breasts pressed into his abdomen. Daniel felt a shiver of involuntary
arousal, which the girl clearly felt. She smirked up at him.
In a voice dripping with sarcasm, she asked, "Oh, does little Danny like
that? I'm sure you've felt a girl's breasts before, right?" She slight
upward tick of an eyebrow let him know the question was rhetorical. The
girl moved back a couple of inches.
"Ugh!" she exclaimed. "I'm getting a crick in my neck staring up at you.
Time to fix that."
For a second or two, Daniel thought the girl was making herself taller.
Only for a second or two, though. The feeling of his clothing moving
against his skin gave it away: he was shrinking. In a matter of maybe
eight seconds, he was staring straight even into her eyes. Then he was
looking up at her. When he finally stopped shrinking, he figured he stood
maybe five feet tall in his tennis shoes, and the girl had three inches
on him. All he could see of himself was his arms reaching up behind her
neck, but if they were any indication he had shrunk proportionally. They
still looked like his arms, but smaller.
If he could have moved, Daniel would have run. If he could have made any
noise louder than a whisper, he would have screamed while he ran. He only
thought he was scared at seeing his sister and his friends twisted by
this strange girl. Now that he was the one in her crosshairs, his terror
knew no bounds. A strangled whimper was all that he could get out, and
even that went silent when she reached up and touched him in the center
of his forehead like she had the girls.
BE CALM, she said in his mind. His fear evaporated. He took a deep,
calming breath. He hadn't realized he had been about to hyperventilate
until she stopped him. His arms dropped to his side, and he was able to
just stand there and look at his tormentor.
I WANT YOU TO SEE WHAT I'M ABOUT TO DO. COME WITH ME. So saying, the girl
turned and walked into a nearby clothing store. Daniel followed close
behind her through no will or intention of his own. The calm she'd forced
on him allowed him to coolly assess the situation, but he couldn't see
any way out of it. All he could see, in fact, was the hypnotic sway of
his captor's ass as SHE proceeded to the back of the store. A scant few
minutes before, the sight would have stirred his libido mightily; now, it
was just an ass.
The two of them walked right by a couple of store employees, but they
didn't even glance their way. Daniel knew he must have presented a
comical sight, struggling along in clothes many times too big for him. He
could only assume that the only reason he hadn't walked right out of his
shoes and pants was that SHE didn't want that to happen.
STAND FACING THE MIRROR, he heard, and he squared himself up in front of
the door-sized mirror outside the dressing rooms. Now that he could see
his reflection, he realized his assessment out in the mall concourse was
correct. SHE had shrunk him proportionally. He looked like a five-foot-
tall doll of his former self. He gasped when his clothes atomized all at
once and blew away in every direction, and he was left standing there
naked. Still there were no cries of alarm or anger. It was like no one
could see them, because SHE didn't want them to be seen.
"Now, what to do," SHE mused. "Should I just leave you like this? You
certainly won't be running anyone over now that you're a more reasonable
size." SHE laughed harshly. "Shit, you're going to get plowed over all
the time yourself. Still, you also tried to strangle me, and called me an
evil bitch. True or not, you very much meant it to hurt, and would very
possibly have killed me if you could."
Daniel couldn't answer, of course. In his state of enforced calm, he
could see that SHE wasn't really angry any longer, but rather had adopted
a tone he associated with an artist sizing up a project.
His attention sharpened when SHE continued, "So, I guess it's only fair
that I kill you, and hurt you along the way, like you wanted to do to
me."
Daniel saw and felt the blood drain from his face. He'd never actually
seen that before, only read about it, and was fascinated in spite of
himself. Would he have fainted, he wondered, if magic weren't holding him
rigidly upright in front of the mirror? It hardly mattered. SHE was going
to kill him, and there was nothing he could do to stop her. He sighed. He
wished he could close his eyes at least.
"Yes, that's it! Perfect!" SHE exclaimed. "Daniel, my boy, I've just had
the most brilliant idea! "I'm going to kill you quickly and hurt you for
a very long time."
That made no sense. How could SHE... Daniel had no more time to wonder
what SHE meant, as his body started to change in front of his eyes.
His whole body became paler. It wasn't just that the tan on his arms and
legs faded, though it did, but rather that his whole body became a very
pale pink. All his hair turned snow white just as quickly, and his eyes
became a pale violet. Suddenly, he could see very little. Not only did
the harsh overhead lighting of the dressing area hurt his eyes
abominably, but the whole world turned blurry on him. He could only
barely make out his surroundings.
"Whoops!" SHE said, and giggled a bit. "I forgot about albinism messing
with the vision. Can't have you not able to see what I'm doing to you. I
guess you'll be the one unique albino in the world with perfect vision.
In fact, let's make it preternaturally acute!"
Everything sprang back into horrible focus. He could see the pores in the
skin of his nose from several feet away, his vision was so sharp. His
irises had become a slightly darker violet, with a ring of pale blue
around the outside edge.
Then he couldn't see those pores any more as they shrank away to nothing.
No freckles or sun spots. No moles. No hair anywhere on him below the
eyes and the hair of his scalp, which suddenly thickened to the point
that it stood up all over his head. His brows formed perfectly tapered
arches, and his eyelashes grew in so long and thick they were practically
fur.
Daniel's face shifted, slimmed, his nose and mouth both shrinking, and
stopped at a perfect androgyny.
"There," she said, "now I've killed you. Daniel Morris is no more. Your
poor sister is now an only child. Your parents, relatives, and friends
have never heard of you. There's no official record of your existence
anywhere unless I create one for you."
His heart skipped a beat as that sank in. He was completely friendless
and alone. He looked like no one. SHE was the only person in the world
who even knew his na--... what was his name? He didn't have one anymore,
unless SHE named him. Just like that, SHE became the most important
person in the world to him. SHE had damned him, and only SHE could save
him.
And SHE wasn't finished.
"And now I'll take your manhood."
The nameless man's eyes flew to his genitals. They'd shrunk
proportionally with the rest of him when he'd been miniaturized, and that
had already left him a bit underwhelming in the penis department. As he
watched his reflection in the unforgiving glare of the halogen store
lights, his meager cock came fully erect to maybe four thin inches. His
ball sack tightened up against his body as if he were about to ejaculate,
but then they just kept tightening, and he watched in horror as the now
empty sack pulled up flush with the flesh of his groin and smoothed to
match it. There was nothing there any longer, not even a wrinkle to show
where his testicles had been moments before. The little ridge of flesh
that normally ran front to back from a man's penis to anus was even gone.
As his erection receded, his penis shrank even further, until it was left
about as big around as his pinky finger but only two-thirds as long.
"Just like a little doll," SHE crooned. "All smooth and perfect, but with
a tiny little willie to remind you of what you've lost. Yes, that's going
to hurt for a long time, isn't it? You know, you're actually very pretty
like this. Let's make you even more of a freak and make you perfectly
bilaterally symmetrical."
The nameless person--it couldn't be called a "man" any longer, or even a
"boy"--watched as the two halves of its body became perfect mirror images
of each other. Normal humans are approximately symmetrical from one side
to the other, and most standards of beauty prize greater degrees of
symmetry, but PERFECT symmetry is disconcerting to look at. It was
beautiful but inhuman.
And just like that, something shifted in the heart and mind of the raven-
haired girl. Something ineffable changed in a heartbeat as her revenge
had taken an unexpected turn into a weird beauty she hadn't known she was
seeking.
"Wow. Just. Wow. I mean, I've really outdone myself. You're a work of
art, honey. I think I might just keep you."
Keep it? What did SHE mean? Hadn't SHE done enough? SHE had killed it,
unmanned it, and stripped away most visible indicators of its humanity.
Now SHE wanted to keep it? As what, a pet? Even paralyzed as it was by
magic, and compelled to calmness, it felt a fresh frisson of terror.
SHE came up behind it and hugged it around the waist. The contrast in the
mirror image was shocking. SHE was all darkness and blood red power, and
it was angelically white and sexlessly perfect. SHE smiled wickedly, and
purred, "Holy fuck, will you look at us? We're a matched fucking set!
That's what I must have been aiming for without even realizing it."
"The only problem is I'm only attracted to women, and you... well, you're
nothing."
With a pensive expression, SHE stepped away, and it could see HER pace
back and forth. SHE stopped, suddenly, and turned to face it again.
Two perfectly smooth, very small silicone breast forms appeared in the
air in front of its chest, looking every bit like the "chicken cutlets"
they were sometimes named, but without the customary nipples and colored
to match its translucent skin tone. Soundlessly, the forms sucked up to
its chest and sealed themselves there. The demarcation between skin and
silicone was slight but clearly visible to its hyper-acute vision.
With barely audible puffs of air, two much larger silicone forms appeared
and sealed themselves to its hips. Two more, larger yet, attached
themselves to its butt cheeks.
SHE checked over its shoulder from both sides in the reflection to make
sure the placement of the six pads was perfect. It had the shape of a
petite, slender woman, the face of an androgyne, and the substance of
neither sex. Even its nipples were now hidden from view by the pale,
smooth silicone of the prosthetic breasts. The only traces of its normal
humanity left visible from its neck down were its inhumanly symmetrical
navel and tiny limp cock.
All the hair on its scalp suddenly stood straight up and grew like a stop
motion film of a flower blooming until it reached well beyond the limits
of the mirror, both straight up and out to both sides. The individual
strands whipped into motion, and it could feel the sharp tugs all over
its scalp as its hair twisted itself into a hundred thick strands of
perfect, silky, snow-white yarn. When this simultaneous twisting ended,
shiny pin k latex enclosed the end of each twist like the aglets on a
shoelace. Its hair, once more subject to gravity, fell down all around it
to its knees.
SHE tapped an ebony nail against her lips and murmured, "Bangs.
Definitely needs bangs."
The strands at the front of its scalp cut themselves off to fall in a
perfect line across its forehead, and the ends of each were once more
sealed in pink latex. The rest of the braids gathered themselves up at
her neck and, with more supernaturally fast braiding the strands twisted
into a rope nearly as thick as one of its thighs, wrapped with a ribbon
of pink latex like the stripes on a barber's pole.
A tingling at its fingertips drew its attention, and its nails grew out
into curved, three-inch talons painted a pearlescent pink to match its
toenails. The same shiny, pearlescent pink appeared on its lips. White
eyeliner and pink eye shadow followed, but no blush accented its cheeks.
"Smile," SHE commanded, and it watched as its perfectly even and
symmetrical teeth became blindingly white. Its eye teeth extended just
enough to draw attention to themselves, but not enough to disturb the
overall perfection of its smile.
"Stick out your tongue," she ordered, and it watched as its tongue
extended nearly twice as far as it had before, and three gold balls
caught its eye as its tongue became pierced in a line down the center.
A matching gold ring pierced its septum. Seven gold hoops marched up the
other edge of each ear, the ones at the top delicate and thin, hugging
the cartilage closely, and each ring growing larger with each piercing to
the ones at the bottom that were thick, heavy, and three inches across.
All were seamlessly sealed in place.
A gold bar and ball appeared as its navel was pierced, with a rhinestone
heart depending from it to dangle in front of the opening.
A delicate, lacy, pastel pink thong appeared to hide its cock and pulled
up between its ass cheeks. A bra was completely unnecessary. White
fishnet stockings encased its legs to midthight. Pink leather booty
shorts formed, skintight. A matching bustier edged with white lace
encased its upper body, artfully hiding the seams of the breast forms at
the top while leaving several inches of perfect midriff and its navel
piercing on enticing display. Fingerless, white, fishnet gloves extended
to its elbows. To complete the dressing, a pair of shiny, white ankle
boots with four-inch, spiked heels encased its feet, lifting it back up
to the same height as its tormentor.
SHE licked her lips and moaned in apparent delight, coming forward to
embrace HER creation. "By all the gods in Heaven and all the devils in
Hell, you're fucking perfect."
It looked itself over from braided hair to towering heels. Where a few
minutes before a doll-like miniature man had stood, now a delicate vision
in heavy gold, hot pink, and snow white was reflected. It couldn't deny
that SHE had created of the former him a vision of unearthly beauty.
SHE reached around and touched the tip of a finger to its forehead, and
spoke directly to its mind, and it was reborn, remade a person once
again.
YOUR NAME IS ANGEL. NO LAST NAME, JUST ANGEL. YOU WERE BORN A MALE, BUT
YOU HAVE INTENTIONALLY MADE YOURSELF AS YOU ARE NOW IN SEARCH OF AN
IMPOSSIBLE IDEAL OF BEAUTY AND PERFECTION. YOU MADE ALL OF THESE CHANGES
TO YOURSELF. THE WAY YOU ARE DRESSED AND MADE UP AND ADORNED IS YOUR
IDEA. YOU ARE BLISSFULLY HAPPY TO LOOK THIS WAY.
Angel admired itself in the mirror. After years of work and struggle, it
had attained its long-sought ideal appearance. SHE turned Angel around to
face HER, and once again placed a finger against its forehead.
THE ONE THING MORE IMPORTANT TO YOU IN THIS WORLD THAN ATTAINING YOUR OWN
PHYSICAL PERFECTION IS YOUR UNDYING, LIMITLESS LOVE FOR ME.
Angel cried a little with happiness, its face split by an enormous smile
at finding itself in the arms of Madlen Lewis, the love of its life. It
would gladly have gone on smiling like that forever, but as it threw its
arms around Maddie's neck, it found a much better use for its mouth:
kissing its mate with more passion than most people get to feel in a
lifetime.
Angel and Maddie kissed for several minutes before coming up for air.
With more than a little giggling and a score of touches by turns playful
and passionate, they straightened their clothes, touched up their makeup,
gathered up their purses, and strode back out of the clothing store and
into the mall.
As they made their way to the food court for lunch, they passed a
redheaded girl frantically jerking off a teenage boy behind one of the
decorative trees. Another girl ran screaming with laughter down the
concourse with a stolen skateboard under her arm and a security guard
trying desperately to chase her down. Sitting on a bench, looking lost
and bewildered, a teenage girl with the hair, clothing, and demeanor of
an elderly woman didn't even merit a glance from the happy lovers.
They only had eyes for each other.
Wynona
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