Fetching the three-pack of condoms as quickly as I can after they fall from the machine, I begin to walk back towards the stairs. As I reach the first step I hear the doors open, whipping my head around to see a rather athletic-looking redhead wandering in through the external doors. A thin sheen of sweat covers her tanned skin, her trim stomach and tight musculature showing thanks to her clingy green top and black shorts. Her hair is bright red, most of which is tied back in a ponytail with a few curly strands dancing around her face.
Without so much as I glance at me she walks over to the vending machines, her eyes moving back and forth over the items on offer in search of something in particular. I continue to walk towards the stairs, my tiny shrunken body and short legs taking far longer to reach the landing than I was used to.
As I take my first step down the stairs I glance over my shoulder at the young woman, watching as she pats at her shorts looking for some way of paying at the vending machine. A look of frustration slowly across her face, her brow furrowing and her thin lips twisting into a scowl.
"Am I really going to..." I whisper to myself, slipping another few steps down the stairs while still keeping my eye on the disgruntled redhead.
Glancing down at my hand I look at the strange burn marks in my palm, wincing as I see the hands pointing towards the four. With this I would be halfway to...well, whatever happens once it reaches the ten. However, with the hormones of my eighteen-year-old self pumping through me and the promise of sex lingering in my mind I knew I didn't have much of a choice.
"I wish I had her hair" I mutter, staring intently at the young woman's fiery red ponytail.
Without anyone else around besides the two of us, and the party being so far downstairs, there is little evidence anything had happened to the two of us. I watch as the redhead cocks one of her well-groomed eyebrows before reaching out to tap the side of the vending machine in front of her, the large refrigerated unit no longer making any noise as things freeze around the two of us.
"The fuck" the redhead mutter, hitting the side of the machine a little harder to little effect.
Suddenly I begin to feel the first effects of the swap take place, a subtle burning and tingling emanating from my scalp. While I can't see the effects up there I do watch as the loose messy brown locks of hair around my face begin to twist in thick curls.
I'm snapped from merely staring at my own slowly curling hair as I hear a shriek come from the young redhead. I watch as she stares at her reflection in the vending machine and clutches at her scalp, the roots of her vividly red hair turning a dull brown color. The few loose curls bobbing about her head begin to straighten, the ends splitting and sitting in a poorly maintained state. As the color continues to shift I watch the black hairband holding her hair back begin to lose its shape, fading away and dissipating into a faint black mist as her red and brown hair falls around her terrified face.
I feel my own hair get yanked back before I can react, the long shoulder-length strands being tugged at firmly by some unknown force. I can feel the tightness in my scalp grow for a few seconds before suddenly easing off, my hair dropping down in a neat bundle against the back of my neck. Reaching back I let out a soft gasp as I feel a tight circle of fabric and elastic holding my glossy hair together.
Fighting back tears from the sudden pulling of my hair I continue to watch the soon-to-be-former redhead from the stairs, hoping my diminished size will keep me out of her sight. The dull brown color continues to creep up from the roots, edging closer and closer to tips by the second. Suddenly she lets out a hiss of pain, her hands shooting away from her scalp to her arms. My jaw drops as I watch thick dark hairs begin to form on her previously clear skin, her yelps and groans of pain only growing worse as more and more hairs begin to sprout.
As if on cue my own arms begin to burn, my body hair beginning to thin before painfully retracting into my skin. I bite my tongue, holding back a pained groan out of a desire to remain hidden. The tears I had been holding back begin to form in the corners of my eyes, blurring my vision as I continue to watch the changes wracking to distressed woman. Through the neck of her top I watch in horror as hairs begin to form in her chest, my heart leaping into my throat as I realize the extent of my wish.
Swallowing hard, shaking slightly in place at the burning and tingling growing across my body, I begin to rush down the stairs. I can't bear to watch what was happening to the redhead any longer and was desperate to inspect what exactly had been happening to me.
Descending the stairs as quickly as my tiny form could carry me I race to the library landing, entering the space as finding it oddly quiet. The quiet sounds of making out and moaning, the dull thuds of the base from the party bellow, all of these were missing as time remained locked during the swapping process.
Whimpering softly I race towards the room where I had left Lucy, holding my chest firmly with one arm as I enter a half-hearted jog.
Before I can make it halfway across the cubicle-filled study area I feel the air get knocked from my lungs, a sudden dense searing sensation filling my groin causing my whole body to tense up.
"Fuck..." I hiss, my hands shooting into my ill-fitting jeans in search for what was happening. My eyes go wide as my fingers come in contact with my pubic hairs, the coarse curly hairs all disappearing into me one by one. I'm forced to lean against a wall as I'm overcome by the pain, the sensitivity of that area only heightening the sensations that had been affecting me since the start of this damned wish.
After a few moments of panting, my breathing growing more and more ragged as the process picks up the pace, I slowly find the pain easing. I can feel tears rolling down my cheeks, the floodgates having finally been released after that last bout of pain and discomfort. The burning sensations continue to creep down from there, enveloping my legs in a manner that was far less debilitating.
I begin to shuffle towards the room once more, my breath still shaky as I try to center myself.
"She...she's not going to want...want to...do it with a cry...cry baby" I whimper, wiping the tears from my eyes with my sleeve. "Come on...get it together"
As the door comes into view I feel the tingling sensation pass over my feet before vanishing, the myriad of sounds that had been absent until this point suddenly returning without warning. I flinch as the loud bass returns, only being overshadowed by the occasional moan or wet slurping sound coming from the study cubicles.
Approaching the door I cast my mind back to the redhead upstairs, feeling bad for a moment at the thought of what I had done to her. However, all sense of guilt disappears as I ease the large wooden door open, my eyes immediately falling onto the leggy Latina in the tight form-fitting dress.
"There's my little Red Hot" she coos, biting at her bottom lip as she eyes me up eagerly.
"Your little..." I mutter, freezing up at the new nickname.
"Red Hot, you heard me" she chuckles, wriggling in her seat with anticipation. "It's the hair buddy, and the fact you stole my height. I could call you Little Red Riding Hood if you'd like" she taunts, her eyes falling onto the loose packets of condoms in my hands.
A large lecherous grin spreads across her lips, a shiver running up her spine as her anticipation for what was to come mounts. "And you brought Grandma a present"
"Grandma?" I ask, cocking an eyebrow.
"Little Red Riding...She brought a basket to..." she begins to explain before sighing, rolling her eyes a little. "Just close the fucking door and..."
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