"What is it?" I groan, reaching the door and unlocking it with one hand as I try to drain away the coffee in the other. "Do you know what time it..." I begin to ask, not sure myself but feeling like it was simply not the right hour for all this noise.
My words fall short however as my gaze falls to the source of the noise, my sleep encrusted eyes blinking rapidly as I take in the blurred shape of Emily tapping her foot impatiently as she folds her arms.
Her artificial red hair sticks out in a short tight pixie cut, the fringe of the short neon orange mass swooping slightly and leaving a distinct part as it seems she put some effort into its styling. Her sizable bust bounces subtly with each tap as they are supported by simply a tight fabric moss green sports bra to contrast her radiant hair, the soft and pliant flesh easily being more than a handful even for my own large masculine hands.
Her toned stomach and narrow waist are on full display for the world to see. While not a six-pack her abs and obliques are extremely well defined, firm lines carving their way down her flat belly and framing it. The term hourglass comes to mind as I watch her pop her hips from side to side out of frustration, the gyrations quickly waking me up from my stupor.
A tight pair of black shorts cling to her hips and thighs, the material straining and shifting with each step as her hips roll and rock sensuously. The bony curvature of her wide pelvis is on full display through the skintight material, her thick thighs and juicy ass being the plusher body parts that leave the shorts looking almost painted on.
The twenty-three year old lets out a sharp surprised breath, her eyes lighting up for a second before turning to a glare as she spots me in the doorway in just a loose and dirty t-shirt and jeans. Her lip twitches slightly, fighting between a smile and a scowl of disgust.
"Hey sweet..." I begin to mutter, my own mix of emotions leaving me momentarily dumbfounded.
"Shut up" she hisses, looking to her right and the figure stopping just at the top of the stairs. Leaning out I spot Kelly, the young woman looking at the tall redhead and myself in confusion as my stomach sinks.
"Did you..." Kelly begins to ask, her words falling beyond earshot as Emily shoves me back into my apartment. As the five foot nine redhead quickly steps through the threshold, slamming the door shut as she glowers up at me.
"Do not call me sweetie looking like..." she hisses, her bright green eyes dart over my slender masculine form. Her lips curl up a little, the disgust finally winning out over her smile as she gestures at me as a whole. "...That."
"This is just how I..." I cough back, my voice catching in my throat as Emily storms through my apartment and towards the bedroom. "Hey! Where are you..."
"Going to get Jessica" she calls back, hanging a sharp left and slipping into my messy bedroom. "Then you can call me sweetie all you want." The sound of clothes and shoes being thrown about and the upending of hampers soon fill the room, leaving me to shuffle over toward the kitchen for another cup of coffee.
I hadn't intended for things to work out like this. Weeks ago, after receiving a package of Changing clothes by mistake, I had been slowly experimenting with their effects. It hadn't taken long to make a realization, that people's memories of me seemed to change around whatever body I was wearing in order for everything to make sense.
If I was a nerdy young woman, suddenly Kelly would become a close friend.
If I was a single woman in her thirties, suddenly I was part of Margaret's 'book' club
If I was some plain woman in her twenties, suddenly I was the nanny for the couple across the hall
It had been fun to experiment, to live day to day as a different 'character' before going to sleep as my normal self, a benefit of lacking any solid employment. However, one day when doing my laundry as who I came to find was known as Jessica I ran into Emily.
For the first time in seemingly ever, the usually bitchy redhead was almost kind and sweet. Of course, she was confused by all the men's clothes I was cleaning, but a quick story about a mix up at 'my old' laundromat seemed to click with her.
While waiting for the laundry to dry we made small talk. As a joke I had leaned into my nerdy sensibilities, talking about games and movies to see if her bitchy nature would come out. However, she only seemed to grow closer with each reference, asking more about it and showing interest.
Before long she was brushing up against me, my heart quickly hammering as my temporary body screamed in excitement. I had a crush, or at least my body did, and so did Emily it had seemed. With a breathy sigh I had asked her to coffee sometime, in exchange for helping me get the clothes back up to my apartment, which she awkwardly accepted.
From there I had been 'Jessie' more and more, oddly enough wearing the same outfit not drawing all that much attention so long as I noted how much I liked red. From brunch, to bars, to her place, to meeting her family, we quickly raced from a simple attraction to a relationship in only a month or two.
Her bitchy side was still present, though softened for 'Jessie', her cruel acts turning to gentle ribbing of her frail and petite girlfriend while she flexed her rather obvious muscles or carried me around like a toy. Though where Emily had been jokey and goofy 'Jessie' had been a bit of a brat, our affections giving me a chance to get back at the redhead for all the times she had dumped my and my neighbors clothes out of a washing machine mid-wash.
Things changed however once she saw the change. After inviting herself into my apartment to tell me she had dumped my laundry from a dryer she caught me part way through the transformation, seemingly causing a schism in her mind.
The love and affection fought against the disgust and animosity she had for me and many of the others around the building. I barely remembered the night, beyond ugly crying on the couch as a furious Emily tried to comfort me overly sensitive emotional self.
With that act the veil had been lifted, no matter how many times I became 'Jessica' she seemed to remember who was originally behind those sultry eyes. However, while in her presence she didn't seem to care, the only sign of acknowledgement on her part being a new range of jabs amount my weakened form.
However, the way she treated me seemed to suddenly change as well. My clothes remained untarnished in the washing machine by her outbursts, and she often would find an excuse to leave the laundry or hall when we crossed paths with a deeply reddened face. The only times she ever really talked to me was when she had a request, or really a demand, its time for her to spend time with Jessica.
As I tap the last of the instant coffee from the machine I hear a stomping set of foot falls. I watch as Emily rounds the corner, a silky wine red dress in one hand and a set of high strappy white heels in the other.
"Did you fucking hide these or..." she huffs, taking a deep breath as she places the items on the kitchen counter with great care.
"No..." I begin to mutter, cocking an eyebrow. "I just haven't worn them since I got..."
"And why not?" Emily interjects, placing a hand on her hip. "Something wrong with..."
"I was sick swe... Emily" I sigh, rubbing my temples, as I catch myself from falling into old habits.
The redhead simply pouts, looking around as she folds her arms under her large bust.
"I could have looked after Jess" she grumbles, her cheeks growing flushed as her lips begin to quiver once more. Her gaze turns back to the clothing on the counter, her eyes shifting to look at me as though to pierce into my very soul. "Well... hurry up..." she spits out, returning to tapping her foot.
"Did we have..." I begin to groan, wracking my brain in search for any dates I may have set up before getting sick. I suddenly feel a pair of shoes get thrust into my arms, the powerful gym bunny seemingly eager to have her girlfriend back.
"No, I just need you at the gym today" she grumbles, biting her lip. "Tom's been making stupid comments about how hot his girlfriend is and I need to show him up."
"Are you serious about..." I begin to groan, sipping at my coffee as I place the painfully tall heels on the floor and line them up with my foot. The redhead looks down for a moment, smiling gleefully as she notices me getting ready before smirking at me.
"There's that... and I've booked us dinner, that Japanese place you've... Jessica is always talking about" she explains, correcting herself as she tries to keep me separate from the girl she had come to seemingly adore.
Pausing for a moment, downing the last of my coffee, I nod to the bedroom.
"Can you fetch me one of the white..." I begin to ask, pausing as I watch the tall athletic young woman race off and quickly out of sight. It doesn't take long for her to return, the plain and blank oversized white tip clutched in her hand.
Moving to remove my own sweaty black top Emily gags, playing up her disgust with me as I begin to undress.
"You know, you don't have to look" I grumble, pulling the shirt over my head before replacing it with the white one. I begin to wriggle out of my jeans, letting them fall to the ground as I grab the familiar red dress and begin to line it up to climb inside.
"Nuh uh" she retorts, looking at me side on as I slowly begin to strain to slide the extremely tight and clingy fabric up to my knees. "What if I forget and you trick me into..."
"Hey! You seem fine with..." I snap back, pausing as I stagger a little. My legs quiver and shake as the bones and muscles feel as though they're turning to jello, my shins soon barely being able to hold me up as I lean against the counter.
With my legs turning to a soft and supple putty I quickly begin to wriggle the dress further up my legs, the silky red material seemingly removing my body hair as it glides over my softening skin. As the dress reaches my hips I'm forced to stop, holding steady as my lower half gurgles and strains as though wracked with cramps or even indigestion.
Freeing my thumb from the dress I wriggle my boxers down, letting them fall around my ankles as I tug the dress up and stretch it somewhat over my larger frame. Emily winces as she spots the bulge beneath the dress, a reminder of her partner's true nature.
The material of the dress thankfully yields as I slide it up further and further, soon straining to slide my arms through the narrow slender fabric loops that make up the sleeves. Beneath my white top the neckline plunges deeply, a single slender red strap crossing just beneath the collarbone to create a solid 'boob window'.
As the straps fall into place I feel my whole body begin to quiver and jostle from the inside out, my shaking leg lifting up to slide into the heels without doing up the straps. Teetering in the shoes, balancing myself against the kitchentop, I begin to wheeze and pant slightly, my eyes fluttering as I feel my bones begin to contract in numbing waves. My legs rapidly begin to lose their length, inch after inch disappearing as they grow more slender and delicate by the second.
My hair erupt from my scalp, long and lustrous wave strands of light brown hair glistening in the evening sun as they soon begin to rest just below my shoulders. My ragged gasps and yelps soon turn to girlish and cutesy squeals and mewling, my voice growing high pitched and squeaky as wobble to a standing position on my towering heels.
The dress itself rapidly constricts around me, binding closely to my waist as it squeezes my fat out towards my chest and rear. My behind rapidly inflates, the dress painting a picture of the plump heart-shaped mass that lifts the dress's hem to well above the knee. My chest follows suit, bubbling up to form a large and perky shelf that, while failing to match the size of Emily's immense bust, is still generously sized on my diminished frame.
I feel my face ache, the bones and skin shifting about in an instant before settling into some new familiar but distinct shape. Long lashes flutter as I blink rapidly, struggling to focus my eyes as I feel the changes begin to simmer down.
"Hi sweet..." I begin to giggle weakly, my light and airy voice croaking out as I take a staggering step towards Emily. The redhead suddenly takes my arm, The fact we were now the same height despite the immense increase from the heels on my feet only worsening the shaking of my knees.
"Sup babe" the redhead chuckles, quickly using her more powerful frame to pull me close as she brings her lips to mine. Cradled in er arms and pressed against her firm and muscular frame I'm left speechless, my mind and body melting as a weakly moan into her own mouth while I explore it with my tongue.
After a few moments she comes up for air, licking her lips as she looks at me hungrily as she whips the t-shirt up and over my head.
"You know, it's gonna take more than that to make up for a week without you arou..." she chuckles, her hand tracing a line down my side as I'm left gasping and squirming in her gasp.
"I can't help it" I whine, whimpering as I feel her fingers grow worryingly close to the hem of my dress and the rising heat building within. "I was si..."
Before I can finish I feel her teasing stop, a smirk spreading across Emily's lips as she snakes an arm around my waist and begins to drag me towards the door. My eyes dart around in shock, my delicate mincing stride coming all too naturally as my body takes control of my gait.
"Bag, Bag!" I call out, pointing to a small black leather handbag resting beside the couch. Emily chuckles as she leans over to grab it, passing it to me as I slide it over my shoulder and begin to look through it for my keys and phone.
"Didn't I buy that for you?" she asks with a grin, her eyes looking over my dress. "Maybe we can go shopping for some more clothes... though you do look amazing in that dress" she chuckles, squeezing my ass as I squeal in a mixture of surprise and delight.
"Ye... yeah..." I chuckle weakly, quickly finding my keys though sadly not my phone. "Maybe we can go instead of..."
As we reach the door I feel Emily bring us to a stop, the tall and powerful woman turning to face me before suddenly grabbing me beneath the arms to lift me up and hold my light dangling frame against the wall.
My cheeks burn red as she leans in, kissing my neck gently as I begin to melt once against in her grasp and let out a series of garbled delighted utterances. Emily soon shifts to look me in the eyes, my whole body aching with arousal thanks to her sudden bout of domineering amorousness.
"Maybe some lingerie..." she coos, gently kissing my cheek as I nod eagerly. "Maybe a cute little dress, and an apron for your to wear around my apartment" she continues, kissing me tenderly on the lips.
Suddenly, she begins to chuckle before pulling back. I feel myself get placed back on the ground, the redhead obviously very pleased with herself as she tries to fight back the laughter.
"You really do make a cute woman Jess. Come on, we've got to go to the gym."
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