"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 Kelly bouncing on the balls of her feet as she fails to hold back her energy.
The young brunette stands in the doorway, her mouth twisted into an eager grin as she stares up at me. Her hazel eyes, shimmering in a blending of light browns and dull greens, flickering with some sense of devilish delight as she finds me answering the door
Her petite five foot seven frame is cloaked in a blend of think and flimsy clothing along with a warmer and cozy outer layer. A dark red beanie holds her shiny brown hair down, the long luscious locks draping down over her shoulders. A heavy cream-colored cable-knit sweater obscures her slender frame and her pert slightly more than modest bust. A set of large and heavy thrifted jeans cover her slender legs, the worn and weathered material sporting innumerable splotches of random paint.
Her slender arms shake and shiver, straining under the weight of the two large bags in her petite hands. At her right hangs a well worn travel case, the hard shell on the outside having been dented and scuffed over years of use. To her left rests a bulging fabric bag, the tube of worn and weathered dark blue material bulging at the contents within.
"Mr Hughes!" she cries, the loud outburst sending me reeling back slightly as she slips into my apartment. Kicking the door closed behind her as she approaches me she stands on her tip toes, her voice taking on a more conspiratorial tone.
"What are you..." I begin to grumble, still tired and struggling to even work out what time it was without having some overexcited young woman hounding me,
"Why aren't you ready?" she asks quietly, a brief moment of confusion slipping out in her voice. "It's a looooong drive, and I'll still need to do Heather's hair before we leave."
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 attractive young woman, suddenly Emily was nice and even flirty.
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 trying out a cute sundress I found myself getting practically dragged from my apartment by Kelly.
As she pulled me down to my car she kept remarking how I hadn't been to a single class all semester, or at least she couldn't remember when I'd last been, and our group needed me to at least put in some effort.
Before long I was forced by a very pouty young brunette to drive us to our class, a first year film lecture where we were apparently working on a semester long group presentation. Despite much of the topics being overly basic I found myself enjoying the class, reveling in answering near every question in part thanks to having taught it not a few years ago.
Overtime I found myself taking part of the class each week as it came around, remarking with a giggle each time the teacher forgot to read out my name knowing I was not technically enrolled in the first place.
Between classes I found myself clinging to Kelly, the young woman rapidly becoming 'Heathers' best friend despite their seemingly different social status. Kelly, while bright and bubbly, tended to spend her time with older students at the art studio, while 'Heather' was seemingly bright and kind and loved by everyone she met.
Things changed however once she saw the change. One day, while running late for class, Kelly came to ask me for a lift to campus only to find her nearly thirty-year-old neighbor slowly transforming into her nineteen-year-old best friend.
Class was skipped that day, the two of us going out for coffee on Kelly's orders in order for me to explain what was going on. After a few hours of me slumping in my set, banging my head against the table as I felt like a complete idiot, I was surprised to find Kelly only getting giddier at the thought of sharing in the deception.
Despite my best efforts, no matter how many times I turned into 'Heather' behind Kelly's back she still seemed to know just who I was. The veil had been lifted and the excitable young woman was always more than happy to spend time with Heather whenever she was around while reminding me of you I really was.
"Uh... why?" I ask, walking back towards the kitchen in search of yet another coffee. "It's not... what are you talking about? What drive?" I ask, thinking hard to try and remember what day it was after fighting the flu.
"What!?" Kelly cries, looking at me oddly before plopping herself down on the sofa. "You can't have forgotten. The trip? With the other..."
"The..." I mutter, pouring what last few drops of coffee I could from the pot before guzzling it down with gusto. "The trip? That thing that... I never said I was going"
"No, but... but..." Kelly shouts, balling up her fists as a look of fear grips her face. "I... can I tell you something..." she mutters, writhing in her seat nervously.
"Of course" I reply softly, walking back towards the living room as I place the coffee mug down on the kitchen counter. As I approach she gives me a weak smile, her eyes darting about as she looks towards the narrow hall leading toward my room. Sighing to myself I give her a knowing look before ask, "Is this something you just want to tell 'Heather'? You know we're the same..."
"I know..." Kelly mutters, sliding her hands beneath her in order to stop her nervous fidgeting. "I'd just... prefer it ya know?"
With a bit of a chuckle I about face, turning to my room and wandering inside.
Looking around I begin to search for the telltale dress I had been wearing weekly to attend classes. No one had brought it up though, not once had I received a single comment about wearing the same dress week on week. Instead I'd found myself met with questions and comments about how I'd tailored it, about how cute it was and how it suited me.
With a foot I kick around the clothes on my floor, snatching up one of the spare white shirts in preparation for what was to come.
A set of leather straps, a long elegant ballgown, a set of tiny denim shorts and a t-shirt featuring a cheap beer on the front. I quickly move through the various outfits I'd worn over the past few weeks, the need to test the clothing having taken up much of my unemployed life.
Finally I find it, the long yellow and white gingham dress with a cinched in waist and widened hips. Lifting up the dress I let out a bit of a sigh, knowing the struggle I was about to go through to squeeze my six foot four frame into the dress suited for a five foot four woman.
I quickly slide the sundress within the oversized white shirt, moving my right hand to slide my jeans and boxes down around my ankles. With a quick movement I whip my dirt black t-shirt over my head, leaving me naked in my bed room in the warm red light beyond the windows.
With a deep exhalation I try to empty my lungs, wanting to slim myself down as much as I can before beginning my slow squirming into the dress and shirt combination I had made. Grunts and huffs fill the room, a deep pained wheezing coming from my lips as I feel my skull slowly turn soft in order to slide through the narrow neck of the dress.
Gasping loudly my head erupts from the dress and shirt, my vision swimming as I stagger back onto my bed. The world around me blurs, my head burning as inch after inch of thick brown hair worms out and soon floods the bed beneath me. I whimper pathetically as I wriggle and writhe my arms to slowly slide them through the narrow sleeves of the dress, my voice huffing out in sing-song delightful bursts as my arms emerge with slender limbs and delicate hands.
With my new appendages I wriggle the dress down, my legs compressing and crackling to meet the hem as I find myself shrinking further and further down with each wracking breath. My chest bubbles slightly, a small modest bust forming beneath the dress as my waist narrows while my hips surge outwards along with my behind to form a 'child-bearing' image.
A long drawn out whimper escapes my lips as I feel a pressure build between my legs, causing me to cross my soft and plush thighs as my ten inch cock is soon replaced with a small little nub and tight slit. With a final sigh my face grows numb, pin pricks stabbing at my cheeks as my face reforms and freckles begins to dot my visage.
Taking a moment to catch my breath I slowly shuffle up from my bed, the heavy hair draping over my acting more like a blanket as it reaches down to my thick oversized ass. Slowly stumbling to my feet I begin to meekly hop and shuffle towards the living room, the cold floorboards stinging my sensitive skin.
"Okay..." I call out, my voice bright and loving despite my temporary exhaustion. "I'll trade you. You fix my hair, and I'll listen to what you need me for" I giggle weakly, rounding the corner as I spot an extremely anxious Kelly.
The brunette jumps to her feet at the sight of me, the young woman suddenly being easily a few inches taller than my current frame. I slowly tug and pull the t-shirt over my head, dropping the warm white top to the ground as I stagger over to the couch and drop to the ground in front of it.
"Braid please" I coo, wriggling excitedly as I try to free the lengthy locks from beneath me. Kelly simply chuckles nervously, dropping back to the sofa as she begins to portion the log lengths of hair out in her hand.
"So..." she begins to mutter nervously, crossing my hair across itself as she begins the braiding process. "You know Sarah right?"
"Sarah... Sarah?... I might have heard of the girl working on the 'theme' slides of our group..." I begin to answer, teasing the poor girl as she works on my hair.
"Okay..." Kelly whines, weakly smacking my shoulder before returning to fixing my hair. "Well I... like Sarah... Like, like like her you know and..."
"You want me to tell her?" I ask, cocking an eyebrow as I watch the beanie wearing brunette in the somewhat blurred reflection of the TV. Her face simply drops at the suggestion, color draining from her cheeks at the suggestion.
"No!" she cries, the terror gripping her completely overriding her senses
"You want me to ask if she likes you?" I quickly follow up, only to find my hair getting lightly pulled in response. "Hey!" I call out, chuckling to myself as I enjoy teasing the poor girl behind me.
"No! Not... listen..." she whines, the distress slowly creeping into her voice.
I reach back, patting her leg awkwardly as I struggle with the odd angle. "Okay, okay what do you need?" I ask, leaning back a bit to rest my head closer to her working hands.
"I need... Okay so you know Wendy?" she asks, leaving me wracking my mind in search for the name of the random person I see only around once a week.
"Blonde girl? Outdoorsy right? Always trying to get us..."
"Yes!" Kelly cries excitedly, her pace seeming to quicken as she tightens the braid. "She's booked this trip right, and she invited Sarah and... I mean..." she tries to explain, pausing a little as her lip quivers.
"You weren't..." I begin to ask softly, watching the blurred image of the young woman's reflection quickly shakes its head. "Oh Kell, I'm sorr..."
"But we were!' she interjects, quickly returning to doing the one long braid behind me.
"Uh... what?" I ask, cocking one of my eyebrows as I try to turn back to look at her only to have my head forcefully yanked back ahead of me with a loud yelp. "Hey watch what..."
"Don't move then" Kelly giggles, shifting in her seat as she continues her lengthy work. "I asked around, apparently Heather got invited, or people remember her getting an invite to set her up with... Anyway... So... When I was asking, apparently I'm also invited... but only when you're going as well. Guess they knew you'd want your 'best friend' there for the week too" she explains, rambling out her plan rather quickly before asking her for favor.
For a moment I'm left sitting in confusion, trying to work out how I could have been invited to something I never actually got invited to. For a moment I consider testing just how far the memory altering nature of the clothes could go, only to have my mind snapped back as Kelly ties off the end of my braid with an elastic hairband.
"So... pleeeeease Heather..." she whines, teasing my hair as she tests the strength of the long and large singular braid now resting behind me. "I'll owe you! I bought you everything you'll need, and you can keep it as like... eighteen years of missed birthday presents and... and I swear you'll love them, like I got them from cool thrift stores and..."
"Okay okay" I giggle, shaking my head as I feel the heft if the braid behind me. "When do we need to leave."
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