"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 Gracie as she fiddles with her piercings and hair as she adjusts her look
The young woman in her early twenties stands at around five foot six, her head slumped as the bags beneath her eyes evidence ye another long day at the cafe and campus.
Her build is rather plain, slender with a modest bust beneath her large black band shirt and the rough well-worn oversized leather jacket draped over her narrow shoulders. It is enhanced by her tattoos and piercings however, an intense amount of black ink covering her arms and neck while all manner of rings and studs dot her lip, ears, and nose. Her nose appears slightly rosy, the thick black metal ring running through the septum chilling it in the cold winter air, her ear lobe stretching out thanks to the wide black plastic discs resting inside them.
Her lips, coated in a fresh layer of black lipstick quiver in a faint sense of nervousness, the normally dry and tired young woman seemingly upset about something that I couldn't put my finger on.
Her lower body is clad in a set of black skinny jeans, her scrawny legs and small pert rear making the denim appear painted on. Small tears and rips adorn the pants, with some basic stitching and iron on patches sealing some of the worst gashes in the denim.
"H...Hey!" she croaks out, jumping a little as she looks up at me. Her ghost pale cheeks flush slight, her hazel eyes darting down the hall nervously before returning to me.
"Uh... hey?" I mutter back, rubbing my eyes as I try to clear the sleep from them. "Did you..."
"Is Charlie free tonight?" she asks, lowering her voice to a whisper as she glances at Kelly down the hall. The young woman gives us a wave as she returns to her apartment, quickly eliciting a little wave from the two of us.
"I'm tired" I groan, slumping a little as the excitable young goth inches closer to the doorway. "I really don't want to..."
"Can I at least ask her?" Gracie whines back, stepping ever closer as she tries to worm her way into the apartment. "She'll like it, I promise..."
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 single woman in her thirties, suddenly I was part of Margaret's 'book' club
If I was a motherly woman in her late thirties, suddenly Kelly was calling me 'mom'.
If I was an attractive young woman, suddenly Emily was nice and even flirty.
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 trying out a seemingly loose dress and some leather pants I'd suddenly found myself blindsided by Gracie and dragged from the building in a borrowed set of boots.
Giving me a cigarette on the way, the excited young alternative girl soon forced me halfway across the city before I found myself in some dingy brick basement with intensely loud punk rock reverberating off the walls. Despite normally hating loud noises I soon found my body moving on its own, shuddering breathes escaping my lips and my heart racing as the bass shook me to my core.
Before long I was keeping track of key dates in my calendar, making sure to change into 'Charlotte' on days where Gracie had plans to go to a show in order to revel in the intoxicating feeling of the music hammering my temporary body along with the free drinks that came naturally as well.
Things changed however once she saw the change. One day, after letting herself in to let me know her housemate had overflowed the bathtub while on the way to a concert she caught me squeezing into the telltale leather pants as the transformation took hold.
Flustered, confused, and partly angry at the deception the overly tired barista forced me to explain myself under threat of never speaking to either myself or 'Charlotte' again. Under the pressure I broke, explaining myself as I smoked yet another 'borrowed' cigarette and shared some vodka from my own collection.
While sullen and grumpy we had still gone out that night, with Gracie still wanting to see the band in question and not wanting to lose her band buddy as well as the only person she even really liked in the building. After a night of drinking and partying she seemed to come to terms with things, soon visiting and asking to hang out with 'Charlie' more and more as time went on.
Rubbing my temples I wander towards the kitchen, pausing as I realize what cravings I'll have once the transformation is said and done. Watching me stop in my tracks Gracie lets out a small excited squeal, her lips twisting into a knowing smirk.
"Fine" I groan, shuffling my way towards the laundry hamper resting just to the side of my bedroom door. I begin to sift through the various clothes, snagging a white shirt as I go. As I sluggishly sort through the freshly laundered clothing I snatch out a tangled bundle of fishnets, the long sleeved top ending in a strange grip around the thumbs to form a weird pseudo-glove.
"Can you..." I call out, tossing the top behind me as Gracie staggers to catch it.
She grumbles a little, turning her attention to the mess of criss-crossing strings with a pout.
"Fine..." she groans, echoing my own protesting acquiescence. I listen as she stomps back towards the couch, a loud thud coming from the living room as she drops herself down into the firm seat to begin her work.
As my search contains I quickly manage to find the overly large sleeveless black dress, though nothing seemed out of place with it without the knowledge of just who was intended to be wearing it. Glancing around I begin to search for the last piece, the final item I needed and the one I loathed the most.
Part way out of the bathroom I spot it, the liquor stained set of black leather jeans I had squirmed out of when I last emptied my guts after a long a painful night of drinking. My stomach churns slightly at the memory, despite Charlotte's younger form she wasn't immune to hangovers and certainly wasn't immune to waking up curled up next to the toilet bowl.
Sighing to myself I wander over, undoing my jeans and letting them fall down in the process. With a quick motion I whip my t-shirt off, tossing it into the bedroom as I pass by before pulling the oversized white shirt over my head. Keeping my arms from the sleeves for now I kneel down, sticking my arm out from under the bottom of the shirt to snatch up the leather pants as the scent of spilled scotch and fruity cocktails fill my nostrils.
"Gracie!" I call out, shaking out the pants as I slide a foot into one of the legs. "You know how to clean leather?"
"You just rinse it with some water or something..." she shouts back, the clomping of her boot soon growing closer before I feel something light land on my head. Looking around I spot Gracie, her pale face growing red once again as she stares at me half undressed in the cramped hallway. Before I can say anything she quickly turns around, heading into the kitchen and out of sight the clicking of glasses soon follows.
I barely manage to slip the pants up my shin before the sweaty clingy leather holds my hairy legs back and the material bulges with the thick limbs. Ducking my head back into the white top I quickly set out slipping into the thankfully untangled fishnet top that had been hurled at me. The material thankfully yields to my larger frame, the gaps in the strings growing wider and wider and more warped as I pull it down over my hairy chest and along my far longer arms.
I feel my legs begin to quiver beneath me, forcing me to lean up against the bathroom door as I hastily pull the loose plain black dress over my head. The thing oddly enough fits me rather tightly yet still fits, the main issue coming from the narrow straps as they dig into my neck.
As I bring my head back up through the white t-shirt and give the leather pants another tug I feel them give way, a painful wince spreading across my face as I feel my legs practically melt as they ooze down into the extremely tight and narrow confines of the jeans.
As my legs grow ever softer I stagger forward, tumbling against the sink as I brace myself with one arm and tug at the pants with another.
"Ouch... Fuck..." I croak, my voice cracking and crackling as I find myself going through puberty in reverse. Looking ahead I watch as my face and hair begin to shift in the bathroom mirror, my short hair shifting into a layered chopped pixie undercut and my face contort into a smaller and softer cutesy expression. My lips shrink for a second before plumping up into a perfect set of kissable pillows, a sheen of black suddenly coating them as smokey black eyeliner rapidly paints itself around my bright blue eyes.
A loud groan slips from my plush lips as my back arches, the leather pants finally sliding over my pert smackable rear as I feel the hot sweaty material paint itself over my lower body. The groans only build as my body crunches further and further down, inch after inch of bone, muscle, and fat disappearing and shifting up to my chest as a terrible weight begins to sag from my weak and pathetic frame.
The tight and elastic fishnet top struggles to poorly support my growing rack, the warping of the cross-crossing pattern returning as each of the fleshy and flabby mounds grows nearly as large as my head.
With a long drawn out breath I feel the changes cease, my body shuddering as it suddenly firms up. The weight dragging me down is intense, my head aching terribly in part from the pain in my neck and some ingrained need I had yet to address.
With a push I heave myself up, wincing as I feel the massive shelf of fat begin to sag under their own weight. Staggering back I look at myself in the mirror, finding myself several inches short and struggling to get a decent look at myself.
"Sup Charlie" I mutter, listening to my dry and pitchy voice as I bite at my plush lower lip.
I slowly take the t-shirt off, folding it a little before setting it on the toilet seat gently, before returning my gaze to the mirror. Despite my shrunken and extremely slender frame My chest is unmissable, each of my breasts is as verging on being as large as my head, the oversized mounds having stolen almost every once of fat from my rake-like build.
They tent out the oversized dress, the neckline revealing a great deal of cleavage while the lack of sleeves risking revealing the large amount of side-boob with the wrong move.
With a sigh I begin to stagger my way out to the living room, the hefty bounce in my chest quickly becoming all too normal as the ingrained muscle memory takes over.
I inch into the living room and kitchen area I spot Gracie, the young woman having poured herself a glass of red wine as she stand by the window. As she spots me her eyes dart up and down my shrunken frame, my own head craning up a little to meet her gaze as I watch it linger on my chest and my narrow hips.
As if to distract herself she quickly pours me a glass of wine as well before fumbling into her jacket pockets, patting them down before grabbing a lighter and a crumpled packet of loose leaf tobacco along with papers.
With a glare on my face I walk up to her, my pants squeaking slightly with each movement, snatching the glass from her hand as I move to open the kitchen window. Taking a sip of the wine, wincing slightly at the taste on my new tongue with its unrefined taste, I pout at Grace.
"So... what's the deal?" I ask, my pout soon slipping into a mischievous grin. Gracie fumbles and fiddles as she rolls the cigarette, her nerves getting the best of her before she hands me the misshapen stick. As I take the cigarette I feel a craving deep inside my body, a grumble escaping my lips as I slide the cigarette between them before Gracie lights it.
"Can't believe I like these fucking..." I huff, taking a deep inhale as my body shivers slightly with delight. An unseen and baseline gnawing at my body and mind is suddenly soothed, my shoulders slumping slightly as I roll my head back to get the smoke closer to the window.
"So..." Gracie mutters, rolling herself another cigarette as she shuffles closer to me by the window. "I got the tickets" she states, the words hanging in the air as the tired cogs spin slowly in my addled mind.
It take a minute for me to comprehend what she was saying, another deep drag from the bulbous white stick between my lips and a sip of the acidic wine giving me dulled brain enough time to catch up to what she was saying. My lips part in shock as I gasp, forcing me to catch the cigarette with my free hand as I look up at her with wide eyes.
"Wait you fucking mean..." I practically shriek, my excitement leaving the taller goth smiling down at me.
"Yeah, I know you said they were sold out but... Well you know Kyle from..." she begins to explain, only to have my excitable self to cut her off.
"From under bridge street? Yeah, he's always staring at my..." I begin to chuckle.
"Tits? Yeah, well those might have helped. Remember last time we were at Donnolly's? When I finally had to settle up the tab? Well he was there and we got chatting, he brought up knowing someone at The Riverside and I joked about how you'd do anything for tickets for tonight and... well..." she explains, alternating between laughing and awkwardness as she pulls two tickets from her pocket.
"Shut... the fuck.. up..." I wheeze, my legs shaking and my heart racing as my body suddenly reacts to the thought of getting hammered by a night full of pounding bass-lines and frantic drum solos.
"Free drinks as well" she chuckles, fishing out two fluorescent green wrist bands. "That's assuming you want to..."
"You kidding me!?" I squeal, snatching the ticket from her hand as I inspect it with glee. "You know what I'd do for one of these."
Gracie chuckles nervously, her face growing redder by the second as she takes a sharp inhale from her cigarette before putting it out in the sink.
"I know, you can thank me latter" she mumbles, downing her glass of wine before heading towards the door. "So if I get you some shoes I take it you're keen to..."
"Fuck yeah!" I shout, draining my far larger glass of wine in excitement before stubbing out the cigarette in the bottom of the glass. "I owe you one."
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