"Did I lock the..." I begin to croak, my voice trailing off as I reach the fourth floor landing and the sight of my open front door half way down the hall.
My heart skips a beat, my feet nearly slipping out from under me as I race towards the open doorway. Lurching into my apartment, I find my laptop cradled in the arms of my former girlfriend Fiona as she tries to hold the overheating laptop away from my upstairs neighbor Gracie.
Fiona stands with the laptop grasped firmly in one hand, nestling it tightly against her soft slight pudgy waist as she holds the younger woman back with the other. The pale thirty year old huffs as she blows strands of silky black hair out of her face, her soft cheeks growing red as she strains to push back the fitter and taller young woman beside her. Her squishy and cuddly frame is bound tightly in a long black turtle neck sweater, her sizeable bust and wide hips having grown quite a bit since the break up and after putting on more than a couple of pounds.
She staggers back with a shove, her thighs jiggling in a set of dark blue jeans as she tries to get a bit of distance between herself and Gracie. With another huff Fiona adjusts her glasses, realigning them on her slightly upturned nose as she narrows her icy blue eyes on the frustrated woman across from her.
Gracie practically bounces back and forth on the balls of her feet, the dirty cheap sneakers squeaking against the wooden floor as hops about. Sweaty black hair clings to her face and neck, the messy plume of dyed black strands coming away from her with each little jump. Her plain white blouse and black dress pants reveal just what she had been doing before coming into my apartment, the caked on food and coffee grounds making it more than obvious the young barista had simply come back from a shift.
Her hazel eyes dart to the screen before down to her painted nails, the dainty pale digits ending in a fresh layer of green polish. Her hand darts up to her black painted lips before lurching up to her prominent septum piercing and plastic ear plugs, a grin quickly spreading across her tired face.
"Let me try it again!" shouts an overly giddy goth, lunging towards the older academic as Fiona stumbles back towards the kitchen. "I wanna see if I can change the..."
"No!" barks Fiona, the usually rather soft spoken woman switching rather quickly into her 'teaching' voice as she fumbles slightly with the laptop. "We don't..." she begins to snap, her words falling short with a squeak as Gracie grabs a corner of the screen.
"Oh oh oh I wanna see if I can finish the tattoo on my shoulder" Gracie chirps, wriggling around beside Fiona again as she tries to see the screen the keyboard. "I've been needing to but it's over the bone and it fucking hurts so..."
"Jordan!" cries Fiona, her eyes going wide in shock as her gaze falls to me in the doorway. The two women freeze up, their bodies wrapped in an awkward fighting embrace mid-struggle over the whirring and whining laptop. "I was just dropping..." Fiona begins chuckle, the hammering of fingers on the keyboard soon cutting her short.
I lurch forward as I watch Gracie type something on the laptop, my body tumbling to the floor as my legs slip out from beneath me. A sudden chill runs down my spine as I collapse into a heap, my limbs splaying out as a puddle of my own drool begins to build beneath my face.
"What did you..." Fiona squeaks, the sound of her footsteps soon growing closer as I try to move from my crumpled state. Try as I might I can't move a muscle, I can't even feel a thing, my only available form of communication being the panicked darting of my eyes as I try to see what was happening.
My world spins as I'm slowly rolled over, the towering figure of the short and doughy Fiona appearing more than imposing over me as she huffs and heaves me onto my back. My eyes go wider as I feel the drool begin to pool in the back of my throat, the gurgled choking soon coming to Fiona's attention as she quickly moves to prop my up against the edge of the sofa.
"Jordan Hughes is... completely... paralyzed..." Gracie murmurs softly, her usually boisterous voice being tinged with fear as she too slowly begins to approach.
"What!" Fiona snaps back, whipping her head around before trudging over towards the young woman and out of sight. "Why the hell did you..."
"I dunno!" Gracie blurts out, the sight of her slender legs creeping into view as she stands over me. "I just panicked and... I dunno..." she continues, nudging my head as it tilts to one side. "Maybe I can fix it by typing in another..."
"Yes!" Fiona barks, plodding back over towards me as she nudges my head back up into a more balanced position. "Just undo... whatever the hell you did to him and we can all..." Fiona begins to grumble, admonishing Gracie as the young woman types at the keyboard.
I watch, unable to look away, as my loose and somewhat faded blue jeans begin to grow darker and darker. Within a matter of seconds the coarse denim begins to fuse together, the rough strands binding into a softer material. With a sudden ripple the legs of what were once jeans surge upwards as they settle into the shape of a cheap pair of boxers, the simple black t-shirt not needing any changes to match whatever the young goth had typed in.
"These are your pajamas?" Gracie remarks, pacing a little closer as she nudges my leg with her foot. "Maybe we can change that to something more..."
"What are you..." Fiona snaps once again, stepping over my limp legs as she joins Gracie. I hear a slight scuffle and a groan, the shadow of the two women revealing Gracie holding the laptop high above her head.
"Just testing things" the younger woman whines, her breath growing strained as she leans back away from pudgy older woman. A series of foot falls quickly follow, the scuffle resulting in Gracie jumping across my outstretched legs as she quickly smashes out something quick against the keyboard. I'm forced to watch as the boxer quickly begin to grow thinner by the second, the legs shrinking away until I'm left with a set of tight black panties.
"Gracie Douglas!" Fiona shouts, trying her teacher voice once again on the admittedly quite terrible student. "Why did you just.."
"We can change things multiple times!" she barely manages to cough out, her breath coming out in slight pants thanks to a mixture of exertion and panic. "Or like we can change stuff again I mean. So he's not going to be like this for..."
"Then change... him... back..." Fiona says slowly, the her sharp short words dripping with menace.
"Buuuuuuut..." Gracie beings to say, approaching the older woman slowly while making sure to keep my slumping form between them.
"No no no" Fiona snaps, approaching her in kind. "No 'buts', you're just going to..."
"Test just what this thing can do?" Gracie states, finishing Fiona's sentence with a bit of a smart-ass tome. "We can change him back afterwards... Unless you'd like to be the one who..." Gracie begins, her fingers lazily tapping at the keyboard as she begins to type something out.
"Well..." Fiona begins to mutter, the older woman musing over the idea as suddenly Gracie hits enter.
My head suddenly begins to throb, the sound of the enter key being pressed pushing into my brain like a metal spike. I let out a pained cough and wheeze as my breath begins to quicken, my heart rate spiking as I feel something cold begin to slowly inch across the surface of my gray matter.
"Did you just make another..." Fiona begins to grumble, a soft squeak slipping out soon after as she looks down at me. My skin appears to crawls, the pale hair flesh writhing and loosening as if it were dough being kneaded by unseen hands.
I watch as the hair begins to fall out strand by strand, the coarse and rough follicles disappearing with a faint hiss before they can even touch the floor. With a sickening gurgle I watch as my hips pop outwards slightly, the subsequent void left behind being filled with a wince-inducing slurp as my balls suddenly vanish from the bulge in the straining panties.
"My idiot brothers been sulking because he didn't ask anyone to his end of year dance" Gracie grumbles, a gasp of shock escaping her lips as my cock appears to thin and wither within the light set of underwear. "So I figured, why not see what happens if..."
"Change him back n..." Fiona barks furiously, her train of thought being cut short as my limp body suddenly convulses and my bones crack and snap into shorter stumps beneath my lagging muscles and skin.
"It'll only be for..." Gracie begins to nervously chuckle back, only for her own words to be cut off by Fiona.
"You can't seriously think he'll be into your..." Fiona blurts out, slightly offended by the thought of her ex-boyfriend being made someone's prom date. With a flurry of typing Gracie quickly hammers out another line, the ice pick embedded in my mind growing ever sharper as she presses enter.
"Loves... Nicholas... Douglas..." Gracie mutters, the heavy footfalls of Fiona soon following as my vision begins to blur with tears. "Soul mates... Adoring... Puppylove... Adorable coup..." Gracie continues with a giddy laugh, her defiant nature and mocking sense of humor driving the wedge into my skull like a railroad spike with each new phrase.
"Stop it!" barks Fiona, the pudgy woman lunging for the laptop as Gracie shuffles to the side. For a moment the too stare each other down out of my sight, the pause only stopping as Gracie holds out the laptop.
"You could try... you know... something as well" Gracie mutters, biting her lip nervously as she holds out the computer. "It's just a test... remember? We'll fix him after..." she continues, her hazel eyes darting to me as I quiver and crunch up in my seat once again.
For the longest time, Fiona stands in silence as her gaze shifts between my twisting and undulating form and the laptop in Gracie's hands. With a slight wheeze she takes a few steps forward, snatching the laptop from the young woman's grasp.
"Hey!" Gracie snaps, lunging for the older woman as Fiona begins to type something. For one fleeting moment I feel myself believing she is about to return things to normal, only to have my hopes dashed as the numbing sensation through my mind builds to a fever pitch.
"I do need some help in class..." Fiona murmurs, her hands expertly typing out sentence after sentence. My ears begin to ring, a painful screech consuming my senses as my vision grows worse by the second.
"He'll... a bet... than half the..." Fiona giggles, her words largely failing to reach me over the building in intensity of the ringing int my ears. The blurring of my vision soon begins to turn to a blanketing darkness, the room swimming in a gloomy haze as the two women continue their typing.
"Yeah... could... Program or some..." Gracie chirps, eager to finally have the older woman on the same page as her. "Can... sure he... lyzed?" She quickly inquiries, a sudden squeal filling the room as she notices something.
The two women scream at something as I soon find the piercing tone consume my senses entirely, the gloomy fog encompassing my entire vision. For a split second I feel as though I'm falling, my lurch inside my gut sending my heart into my throat as feeling rapidly returns to my body all at once.
With a snap the ringing in my ears is soon replaced with the loud...
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