"Okay..." I mutter, taking a mental note as I lean in to the mirror and look over my delicate lightly tan face. "Tall young woman... at least I could use some of my clothes I guess..." I muse, reaching over to the medallion as I grab it along with another item of clothing with baited breath.
"But what else..." I continue, my heart racing as the static charge rapidly shoots up my arm. "... Could I be..."
As my grab the medallion I reach over to a bundle of stretch elastic beige fabric, the breathable material brushing against my long and delicate fingers. In an instant I feel my skin begin to burn, the light tan growing more and more pronounced by the second as the pale streaks on my shoulder rapidly vanish while the paleness below my waist heightens to a ghostly level.
My hips pop loudly, the pelvis rapidly flaring out as the waist band of my sweat pants stretch and side up and over the growing mass in my lower body. I can practically hear my thighs and ass gargle as soft squish fat pools into them, the taut skin fighting to contain the juicy flab and hold it in a delightfully plump and perky state.
As I hold up my t-shirt I watch as the defined abdominals vanish into a slim tan belly, my waist soon cinching in tightly as the air is forced from my lungs. My chest bubbles and grows, the fatty mounds growing more prominent as they push out at the dyed blue cotton before sagging just ever so slightly.
I watch as the once delicate and slight youthful face in the mirror rounds out slightly, her cheeks growing more full and flushing as my eyes shift to a muddled hazel and grow to a delightful doe-like stare. My lips plump up, the pink cushions growing soft and enticing while the dark shoulder length hair curls slightly as it shifts to an auburn hue and rapidly descends down to my lower back.
"Goodness..." I coo, the delightfully breathy voice sending a chill down my spine. I watch as the last of the changes take place, my body crunching down to just a little over six foot seven as I'm forced to readjust my clothes once again.
Staring back at me in the mirror is a young woman in her early to mid-twenties, her normally rather pale skin glowing with a rather well established tan. Long auburn hair forms into slight curls as it cascades down to her lower back, the lack of any fringe or styling making me wonder just when she had last received a hair cut.
'Soft' would be a good way to describe her, that or Slim Thick. Between her rosy cheeks and plump plush rear to her decently sized perky bust and narrow waist, she would have definitely been a sight at the local gym or bending over at the supermarket.
Reaching back towards the pile, taking an effort to not touch the medallion lest I undergo more changes, I slowly tug the odd beige bundle free. As I unfurl it I watch as a limp light beige sports bra tumbles to the floor, the darker material that remains coming free as a set of stretchy tight yoga pants.
"I suppose her ass would look great in those..." I mutter, shifting and wriggling my wide child-bearing hips from side to side before glancing in the mirror once again. "... My hips I should say" I continue with a giggle, my head shaking a little side to side in disbelief.
"Am I really considering becoming a..." I begin to mutter, my gaze turning to the pile of clothes as I struggle to see anything one could describe as 'Mens' that formed any coherent outfit. "I suppose women cycle through clothes more. I mean I've had these for..." I begin to muse, looking down at the blue shirt as my new bust presses out against the material.
"... Too long..." I sigh, dropping the beige yoga pants to the ground as I kick to set of workout gear into it's own corner. "Maybe... Maybe it's time for a change..." I huff, my tan hand darting to the medallion as I snatch up a small leather cap resting on a similarly vintage jacket.
Immediately I feel my whole body grow flush with heat, my insides burning as my muscles twitch and my bones ache. My scalp soon follows suit, each root of hair stinging as the long auburn strands quickly climb up and recede back into my scalp.
Weakness rips through my body as the world spins around me, my stomach churning and doing somersaults as the changing room appears to grow in size quite dramatically. The auburn strands soon dangle around my chin, the locks of red-ish hair darkening to a muddy brown as the ends split and shift as if poorly cared for and hacked at inexpertly with a pair of scissors.
Despite the sudden shifts in height my chest doesn't change all too much, the soft supple flesh instead turning to sag more so as the muscular backing in my chest grows weaker and weaker by the second. My narrow waist cinches in more as the bottom of my ribs begin to show, my skin growing to a sickly pale as my ass and hips shrink down to a more modest yet still a rather sizeable amount.
A fatigue washes over me as I slouch forward, my eyes swirling once again as they shift to an icy blue and dark bags form beneath them. Its as though I hadn't slept, a head pounding and my eyelids drooping as my body yearns for a pillow and a comfortable bed.
"What the..." I squeak, my high pitched voice crackling slightly as my throat rasps under the strain of talking.
I blow at the thick sweaty hair, clearing it from my vision as I squint in the warm light to make out just what that damned hat had done to me.
Standing at barely five foot three, the young woman in the mirror can barely be in her twenties if that. She practically swims in my clothes, the large sweat pants and t-shirt hanging limply from her overly petite and slender frame. Her face is frame with sweaty matted hair, tomboyish features and tired blue eyes surrounded by a poorly trimmed and executed wolf cut.
With the blue shirt dropping over one of her shoulders and her tiny delicate hands clutching clumsily at the sweat pants, it's all too obvious just how slight her build is. However, her rear appears to be an exception and her chest even more so. The plush bubble butt and large chest standing out as relatively large for her diminutive frame, the bust especially looking like it would better suit a woman half a foot taller and with more reasonable amount of bulk to her.
My wrist aches a little, my eyes moving in kind with the reflection as I stare at the small pin pricks of black dotting into a poorly scrawled skull on my pale skin. Drooping a little more I feel my clothes shift over my sensitive skin, my eyes soon going wide as I quickly reach to hold my shirt and pants up as they threaten to drop to the floor.
"Shit..." I hiss, my grasp fumbling awkwardly on the sweats and the top as I try to find some way of letting the oversized clothing sit on my petite yet stacked form. Looking to the slowly diminishing pile of clothes I spot the rest of the young woman's outfit, a tiny vintage and somewhat torn leather jack and old skinny jeans.
Rather then deal with swimming in my own clothes I give them one last hoist before lunging for the medallion and whatever was next in the pile, my stomach churning as I graze my tiny fingers across a set of overly stretchy white shorts.
A low rumbling rips up my arm and into my core, my arms and legs only adjusting subtly as my height barely changes. I quickly return my hands to holding up my pants and t-shirt as my skin tingles, a light tan rippling out over my exposed flesh as I feel my chest tighten and shrink into a slightly more manageable and perky form.
The sweaty and poorly managed wolf cut quickly begins to flow out to rest just below my shoulders as its color rapidly shifts, the dark muddy brown shifting lighter and lighter until it reaches a shimmering golden blonde as the grime shakes out and the messy tussle shifts to perfectly straightened strands.
With a cough and a wheeze I feel my insides shift, my weakened form suddenly filling with energy as my muscles as restored to some semblance of athleticism and fitness. While not as firm and prominent as the taller young woman, I can't help but bounce a little as I test out my new limbs, the changes not even over as I feel a rush of energy rip through me.
Staring into the mirror I watch as the boyishness in my face is washed away, my jawline narrowing as my nose squishes down into a sweet little button. My eyes swirl as the blue washes out into a whirlpool of turquoise, the spinning motes of color only settling onto a pale sea foam green as the changes ease up.
I can barely say a words as I feel my heart race, the pounding muscle lodging in my throat as a sense of excitement and giddiness surge over me. My mouth hangs open as I stare into the mirror, the tiny blonde barely in her twenties staring back at me with parted plush pink lips.
"I... oh wow..." I blurt out, my voice trailing away as the bright and giggly sound emanating from my lips. The sound befits my befuddled state, the high pitched and overly feminine tone making it sound like in intelligent thought rarely passed through this head.
My gaze shifts to the pile, my soft yet powerful thighs pinching together as I try to hold up my pants to get a free hand. Reaching over I pull the shorts out, the white elastic material coming free as a bright red top tumbles to the ground featuring the logo of the local college football team.
"The falcons?" I coo softly, my heart skipping a beat as the bubbly young voice slips from my lips. "... Okay... so no settling down in town, I mean if I look like..." I muse, biting down on my bottom lip as I realize how I would need a plan after this.
"... maybe the next one over..." I sighs, pouting a little as I touch the medallion and reach for black and white plaid shirt in the hopes of getting something a little less noticeable.
In an instant I feel my arms and legs grow an inch or so, however, the shift in size is shortly lived. Staring at the large plaid button up I stand in confusion, my eyes shifting over to the mirror as I feel my face shift more drastically than before with a painful sounding series of snaps.
The pools of pale green quickly muddy as they shift through hazel and into a dark brown, my eyelids altering themselves and reshaping along with my face as they take on a narrow almond shape. I gasp as I watch the light tan fade from my face, a pale and slightly olive tone over taking it as I stare at a surprised blonde Chinese girl in the mirror.
The shoulder length blonde hair ruffles slightly as it extends out an extra half an inch, the thick blonde locks growing flat the brightness dulls entirely into a deep dark black. My chest and rear suddenly shrink, the bubble butt reverting to an even tighter pert rear while the once decently sized bust shrinks down to something more modest.
The girl in the mirror appears to only be in her late teen or early twenties, her youthful features making it hard to pin down. My stomach churns sickeningly as I watch the color drain from her face, the constant changing of my body along with the four mugs of coffee sloshing around inside me leaving me more than a little ill.
I swallow hard as I size up the five foot five Chinese girl in the mirror, my still fairly plump and plush lips parting as a pant a little for air.
"Okay..." I mutter, my voice still high pitched but without any sense of bubbly dimness it had previously held. The voice is softer, modest, and almost delicate as it leaves my lips, my gaze quickly returning to the clothes as I try to work out just how this body came from that shirt.
Thankful for the increased size of my frame I'm able fumble my way through the pile as I tug at the seemingly oversized shirt. I mixture of sweat and cheap deodorant soon assaults my sense, a low sigh soon following as I watch a small black dress fall out from inside the shirt.
"Boyfriend..." I groan, tossing the shirt aside as I huff a little through my nostrils. My mind wanders a bit as I turn back to the mirror, my thoughts bouncing around as I try to give my body a short break from all the rapid changes.
"Does that mean this body would like..." I begin to muse, my stomach dropping as I try to push the idea of this body being attracted to something or someone other than my own preference. Distracting myself I lean in, my small bust hanging from my chest as I eye up my foreign face.
"... A new race is..." I mutter, nibbling at my bottom lip as I slow take in how soft and kissable the little pillows are. ".. enticing..." I continue, a small giggle slipping out as I roll my eyes. "... and certainly harder for anyone to recognize me, not that anyone would considering..." I laugh quietly, reaching for the second to last outfit as my fingers traipse over the medallion and the slightly worn and torn black vest beneath it.
With a harsh grunt I feel my body lurch up as I regain yet another inch or two in height, the shirt and sweatpants finally resting with some relative ease on my frame as my hips flaring out to catch the waistband.
Shoulder length black hair rapidly recedes up into my scalp as the tips turn a deep and very artificial blue. By the time it reaches the roots the dark locks have shifted to a light brown, the last of it being overtaken by the blue as I watch it stain a little bit of my head. The dry and damaged blue hair quickly races up to my chin before puffing out into a slight frizz, the rather plain cut seeming to help keep the split ends in check.
My skin loses the subtle olive tinge as it grows to a ghostly pale, my eyes brightening up as they loose their narrow shape and shift to a blue-gray tone. Wincing in pain I feel as my eyes are overtaken by a sharp sting, the tears welling up in them leaving the world around me slightly blurred.
I'm forced to feel more so than watch as my hips pop out to the sides into perfect little hand holds as my rear inflates, the pert rear I had just worn building to a full soft heart shape. My chest is not spared from the growth spurt either, the small and modest bust inflating rapidly into a more than generous rack that presses against my pale blue shirt.
My arms begin to shake as thousands of pin pricks storm across my pale flesh, starting from my right hand and left wrist as they swirl patterns up my arms. Black streaks inlay in my right arm in the shape of interlocking spider webs, starting as a criss-crossing spread between the knuckles on the back of my right hands before winding up to my right shoulder. My left arm takes on a series of black vines and feathers, monochrome flowers connecting the desperate patterns.
The stinging soon spread across my chest and collar bone, the black ink forming an abstract Rorschach test of a tattoo resting high enough to be visible from beneath the neckline of my shirt.
"Fuck me..." I groan, my breathy and rich voice sending a shudder down my spine. Warm and rich, this voice is beyond enticing albeit in its pained state. As the tears run down my soft cheeks I find my vision not really improving. The closer reflection in the mirror is lost into a relatively muddled bur, only the vaulted ceiling above turning into anything sharp as I look up.
A series of sharp stabbing sensations poke into my skin, my nose and my ear getting the worst of it before one final prick stabs and drills into my philtrum. Reaching up with a delicate hand I feel at my ears, the small holes running along it making it all too obvious just what had happened.
"Piercings..." I mutter, my eye twitching as I try to get over the pain that had just run across my body. "... and tattoos..." I continue, reaching up as I tug at the neckline of my shirt only to reveal the blurred mess of black and my deep pale cleavage.
"Wish I could see..." I grumble, racking my brain as I try to remember if I saw any glasses to no avail. "Must be a bit older I guess, I mean that's a lot of ink... kinda identifying if I..." I continue, slapping my hand around for the seat until I grab the medallion and the last piece of clothing.
As the tingling runs up my arm I watch as the ink blotches quickly turn from the deep dark black to a light warm brown, the once defined lines bleeding out as they cover my pale skin as my complexion shifts to a darker hue.
My eyes sting once again as my vision clears for a moment, my eyes going wide as the light brown ink spreads from my arms and chest to coat my entire body. My already plush lips plump up further as they grow darker as well, the deep red pillows bowing as I stare in shock at my newly altered ethnicity.
My body shrinks down in height but not in scale as my curves merely adjust to being only five foot five as opposed to my former five foot seven frame. I watch as the artificial blue rapidly fades from my dry and damaged hair, the thin strands growing darker and darker into an almost black brown as they rapidly coil and twirl into a mess of curls that hang about my shoulders.
My cheek bones sharpen as pin pricks dot across my nose, my face growing freckled with darker spots as my eyes shift into pools of deep dark brown. My eyes once again strain and sting as something is altered inside them, the reflection of the young black woman in her very early twenties remaining in picture while the start of the roofing struts above shift into a subtle blur.
"... Damn..." I mutter softly, my rich and silky smooth voice peaking into a squeak as I twist and turn to look at my plush plump ass along with my heaving and sizeable bust. A hand reaches up to my hair, my dark skinned fingers running through the curls as I feel a shudder race through my body.
"That feel... different..." I muse, rubbing some of the curls between my fingers. "I'd need to learn about looking after hair like... this..." I continue, pouting a little as I turn to face the last of the clothes.
Sitting atop the seat I stare at a plain black t-shirt and a set of white shorts, the set looking like a pair of pajamas that had been donated some time ago. As I grab the shirt I watch it unfurl, a short snorting laugh following along as my gaze fall on the old anime logo featured on the peeling shirt.
"How long has this been here?" I ask myself, wondering just how long this or any of the clothing had been waiting for someone to come buy a pair.
With a deep breath I begin to eye up the clothes on the floor, my heart hammering in my chest and ringing in my ears as I try to plan out my next steps.
"Okay... tough choice..." I huff, biting down firmly on the inside of my cheek as I try to piece together my thoughts. "I still have the car... for now..." I muse, realizing just how much I would be losing in this exchange. "No ID... no education... going to the bank is going to be..." I continue, patting at my pocket as I think about how managing things was going to be far harder than before.
A smile slowly forms on my lips as I squeeze my wallet, my mind turning to the cash scattered through the boxes in my back seat.
"I guess that cash is going into the mattress for a bit" I giggle, bouncing a little in excitement as I feel my heaving bust and plump rear jiggle along with the movement. "Though I guess $250,000 is more of a mattress in an of itself..."
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