"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 Haley with a small squirming bundle resting in her arms
Her long dark hair is done up in a loose ponytail, hanging up high before falling down to brush against her shoulders. The once glossy strands appear now dull and frayed, her hair seemingly mirroring her nerves. The young Thai woman's eyes appear blood shot and hooded, deep dark bags resting beneath the deep brown pools evidencing a serious lack of sleep.
She stand about a foot shorter than me, her socks adding little to her five foot four frame. A tight white shirt clings to her slouched form, her engorged yet modest bust pressing out against the material as her thick dark nipples stand firmly at attention. A few stains mar the otherwise clean bright cotton, the dull remnants of spit up and food having soaked deep into the fibers.
A loose set of gray tracksuit pants cover her legs, the baggy legs soon tightening as the stretchy material paints itself over her wide hips and plump full ass. She had always had a set of wide full hips, her ass easily being her most eye catching feature, and without a chance to lose the additional weight from her pregnancy it had only grown.
Resting in her arms squirms a small bundle in a lilac comforter, baby Alice having been swaddled before her mother brought her over. Soft brown hair overs her head, the little thing taking after her father Alex, his pale complexion also coming through in the tiny bundle of joy.
"Hey Haley" I softly whisper, unsure as to whether the baby was awake or not. "Can I help with..."
"I need a break" she sighs, stepping into my home as though I wasn't even there. She shuffles inside, slowly making her way to the couch before slowly lowering herself into the deep cushions with a deep relaxed sigh.
"Need me to babysit for a..." I begin to ask, slowly closing the door as to minimize the sound it makes. The young Thai woman throws her head back a bit, her eyes closing as she sinks into the sofa. She groans in a low rumble, whimpering slight as a small wet patch begins to form on her shirt.
"I need new mom to take over for a bit..." she whines, pinching at her top in the hope of shifting the warm section of milk to somewhere less frustrating. With her eyes fluttering open weakly she glances over at me, a weak pleading smile spreading across her lips.
"Can Beth help me for a bit?"
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 an busty goth woman, suddenly Gracie was practically living in my apartment.
If I was a single woman in her thirties, suddenly I was part of Margaret's 'book' club.
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 set of skinny jeans made for a very large behind and a petite blue and pink t-shirt I soon found Haley at my door.
The poor mother in her late twenties was desperate for some help, an extra set of hands to help look after the screaming child in her arms. Before long I found myself sitting in her apartment, rocking the soft comforter gently nervously as my stomach filed with butterflies. It took some probing but it quickly became apparent that 'Bethany' was the Mitchel's go-to babysitter, the bespectacled unemployed woman in her late twenties seemingly having a way with calming the crying child.
For weeks I found myself going over, each time I would give Haley a moment of reprieve while I mostly say around and found myself warmly cooing and smiling ear to ear.
Things changed however once she saw the change. One day, after letting herself in to check if I had a clean towel she could borrow to clean some spit up she caught me squeezing into the skinny jean in preparation to take over my babysitting duties.
As the transformation finished I had quickly found myself bawling, my glasses fogging up as my temporary form was wracked with an over emotional fear of no longer being able to baby sit. Despite my terrible fears, Haley simply didn't seem to care. So long as I could keep giving her regular breaks from her motherly duties she was more than happy for 'Beth' to help out.
Before long I was there nearly daily, her husband soon joking that Haley's best friend 'Beth' was the one actually married to his wife. Even if he found it odd that they didn't have a single picture of their life saving babysitter anywhere to be found even with all the photos his wife took of us.
I swallow hard at her request, some phantom butterflies rising up in my stomach as my heart beat quickens out of habit thanks to the hours spent as the overly eager and emotional 'Beth'. I clear my throat a little, walking by her as I lean down to whisper.
"I... I don't think Beth can really..." I begin to mutter, wincing a little before I can finish the sentence.
"Why not?" Haley groans, leaning back and slumping deeper and deeper into the old couch. "I'm sure that we could..."
"It's not how it works" I mutter, catching a sudden glare from the exhausted mother.
"Okay then" she huffs, the frustration and sass dripping from her words. "How does your magical clothing work then, if you're so..."
"Okay okay..." I whisper defensively, raising my hands in surrender. "Look, if I go get Beth would that help?"
"Yes..." she whimpers in reply, her lip quivering as she fights back tears. "Can you get..."
I don't wait for her to finish, rushing as quickly and quietly as I can to the bedroom in search of the jeans and t-shirt I had worn only the day before. I quickly scour the floor, my gaze darting over the various items of discarded clothing I had tested prior to settling into my daily routine.
Finally I spot them, the rather plain and faded yet sturdy set of blue jeans resting beside the small pink and blue t-shirt with horizontal stripes and frilled sleeves. Racing over I practically trip out of my jeans, dropping them to the floor along with my boxers as I slide my feet into the open waist of the heavily worn pants.
Moving with haste I whip my black shirt off and hurl it across the room before bending down to snatch up the petite colorful top and a spare white shirt. Holding both up over me I squirm to get the narrow waisted pink and blue shirt over my head before letting the white one drop to encompass me more completely.
A low huff and gasp escape my lips as I feel my shoulders suddenly quiver, snapping inwards and narrowing as the stripey top slips further down around me. Shuffling awkwardly I crouch slightly, inching down while remaining upright as I kick my feet towards the end of the jeans. With a swift motion I snatch the up the waistband, quickly standing back up with a grunt as the slender legs fight to even partially rise up my calves.
Wriggling my shoulders I feel another series of ripples wrack my chest, my ribs bending and shifting as a small budding set of mound billow up before halting their growth almost as soon as it started. With a shake of my head and no small amount of hopping I soon free my head from the top of the shirts, a thick mat of hair blocking my vision as it remains caught in the top.
With each hop I bring myself closer to the bed, my legs quivering and throbbing violently as the once thick limbs grow more slender by the second. For a moment I feel like thing are getting easier, only to have my hopes dashed as the jeans reach my thickening thighs and thick ass. Grumbling to myself I drop back onto the bed, pausing with the jeans for a moment before wriggling my arms up and through the top only to find a set of extremely slender and flawless pale limbs to emerge from my t-shirt.
Gasping loudly I tug the top down, feeling the soft cotton pain the image of my thin torso and narrow waist. I quickly turn to a deep exhale, my delicate and bony hands gripping the waistband of the jeans as I begin to count down.
"Three... two... one..." I wheeze, a delightfully sweet voice with a slight nasal whine escaping my lips before I arch my back as tug at the jeans. Wriggling and writhing I squeeze my malleable form into the overly tight jeans, biting at my lips as I pull the denim over my seemingly enormous behind and hips before I begin to struggle to button them up.
My eyes begin to water, my fingers stinging slightly before I finally breathe a sigh of relief as the crass button pops into place. Slumping back into the mattress I pant heavily, my slender hands smoothing out my clothes and pulling my long brown hair from inside my shirts. Patting around the bed I soon find my mark, snatching up a pink elastic hair band before bundling my long hair into a pony tail that reaches down to the middle of my back.
With a deep breath I lurch up, my soft and modest best shake ever so slightly as I look around in the dark blurry room.
"Where are those stupid..." I grumble, my naturally soft spoken voice coming out in a huff as I squint in the hopes of seeing better. Eventually I spot the set of cheap plastic frames resting on my bedside table, the cheap set of blue glasses having been picked up from a pharmacy once I realized how much time I was spending as 'Half-Blind Beth'.
As I snatch up the glasses I hear something that makes my heart sink, my temporary body demanding I take action as the sound of a crying child echos through the walls. I barely have time to think before I pivot in place and race out the door, only remembering to take off the white top as I reach the kitchen before dumping it on the counter.
A soft cooing escapes my lips as Alice writhes and kicks in Haley's arms, the tired woman looking beyond done with the baby as she tries to quiet it.
"Hell--ooo you sweet little..." I softly chirp, my heart aflutter as I reach the couch. Looking at Haley I give her a little expectant nod before holding out my arms, the Thai woman need no extra urging to dump the baby into my awaiting arms.
A flurry of baby babble quickly escapes my lips, my body bouncing on its heels on instinct as I find myself throwing my all into calming the crying child. My heart swells as my efforts bear fruit, the scream slowly turning to a weak little set of grunts and squeaks.
"See, you can take over for a bit..." Haley mutters, closing her eyes and shifting to lay down on the couch. "You can..." she begins to explain, pausing as she yawns into the crook of her arm. "You can have Alex, do the feedings, change the..."
"Haley... sweetie..." I softly urge, struggling to raise my voice after getting the baby to calm down. "I baby sit, I can't..." I mutter, noticing another wet patch in her shirt. "When was the last time you fed..."
"Right..." she mumbles, her body at the edge of sleep. "Can you... there's formula in the... the..."
"Kitchen?" I ask leaning down to jostle the exhausted woman. She nods weakly in response, reaching into her sweatpants and fishing around the pockets before taking out a set of keys. I gently take them from her, carefully avoiding jostling the baby too much as I begin to back towards the door.
"We can... we can talk about your... feelings once you've had a nap" I state, hoping that she simply needs some rest to stop speaking this nonsense. As I reach the door I carefully nudge it open, creeping into the hallway before crossing the hall.
As I open the door to the Mitchell's home I slip inside, pouting a little as I compare their far more spacious apartment to my cramped little box.
Suddenly, the sound of a door shutting behind me snaps me from my daze. I whip around only to find the door to my apartment shut as the clicking of the lock rings out into the hall. Cocking one of my bushy eyebrows I pace slowly into Alex and Haley's apartment, pouting and nibbling at my lips in frustration.
"Where could..." I huff, pausing in my tracks as I spot a small silver frame. My eyes go wide, my blood running cold as I stare into the picture. The frame was familiar, having held a picture of a heavily pregnant Haley and Alex at their wedding only a few months back, any sight of that original photo having vanished without a trace
'Bethany' stands next to the slightly taller Alex, the grinning woman holding a familiar little lilac bundle in her arms. Alex's arm wraps around her shoulder, a modest side hug between friends or so I had thought. We had taken the picture a little over a week ago, Haley demanding that the three of us pose so she could get a picture of 'The Best Auntie in the World'.
However, I'm left reeling as I read the cursive text beneath the frame.
Mr & Mrs Mitchell - Congratulations
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