Twisted Testing - Part Four

Letting out a sigh of relief I ease back into the seat, my feet kicking in the air absentmindedly as I sink deeper and deeper into the plush and well worn cushions. Through the pounding in my skull I try to think about my next steps, my gaze shifting down the my shrunken body before returning to my phone as I bring up my banking app.

With a quick confirmation of the new deposit I turn off the screen, my shoulders rolling a little as I test and enjoy the freshly reformed joints.

"Okay... first things first... I'm going to need some clothes that actually fit... this..." I grumble, looking down at my drastically shrunken yet remarkably curvy and overtly feminine body.

Sitting up I groan a little, feeling the heavy weight on my chest sag as my skin is pulled taut by the soft flabby mounds. Using my left arm I let the head sized rack rest on the delicate and slender limb, finding a pleasant relief as I slowly glance around the room in search of something to wear.

Wracking my brain I struggle to really think of anything that would really fit me, my thoughts turning momentarily to my sweaters before I let out a little sigh. "I'll just wear the stupid shirt..." I grumble, standing up and feeling the air ruff up between my legs and against my exposed mound.

Shuddering at the sensation, my heart pounding at the thought of going outside without pants let alone underwear I quickly shake the thought from my head.

"It'll be quick... really quick..." I huff, snatching up my keys and my wallet as I stumble over to the front door.  

 

Sliding my feet into a set of drastically oversized sneakers, my dainty toes barely reaching into the arch of the clownishly large footwear, I try my best to creep out of the apartment. With a low grumble I kick the shoes off, sending them back into the apartment with crash.

Inching out of the door, keeping my tiny frame low as I slowly step into the hall, I slowly ease the door shut behind me as I let it shut with a faint click from the lock.

"Sorry... but who are you?" barks the all too familiar voice of my ex-girlfriend Fiona, the stern tone being one she would often take with misbehaving students back when we worked together.

Jumping with a short squeal of shock I look over and up at the slightly doughy dark-haired woman, her pudgy frame clad in a long black turtleneck sweater and black dress pants that bulge uncomfortably around her thighs and rear after packing on a few pounds post-breakup.

"Fiona!?" I squeal, my left hand flying up to my mouth as I blurt out her name. I wince as my forearm brushes over and partially squishes my chest, the skin remaining overly sensitive after being so rapidly reformed by the X-Change.

"And how exactly do you know my name?" the thirty-year old woman huffs, her eyes narrowing behind a set of black reading glasses as she stares me down with her icy blue eyes. "You do look famil..." she grumbles, giving a slight pout as she continues to walk towards me.

My face grows redder and redder by the second as my ex soon looms over me, the sudden shift in height difference sinking in immediately as I look up and the now far older woman. She slowly adjusts her dark leather messenger bag, the sound of paper rustling and metal keys bouncing off of glass sounding out as her eyes go wide.

Reaching out she snatching at my bed-shirt, my own hand darting down as I grab the lower half to keep it covering my lower half.

"Jordan?" she mutters, shock washing over her face as I weakly nod back. For a moment the air hangs with a pregnant pause, the silence finally being broken as Fiona breaks out into cackling laughter. "So you finally tried X-Change and it... it..." she howls, tears filling her eyes as she lets go of my top so that she can support herself against the wall.

"It's a job!" I hiss, adjusting the shirt back down to cover my thighs before reaching up to support my chest once again. "I'm.. testing... something..." I huff, pouting as I try to describe just what I was doing without breaking any sort of non-disclosure this testing process had put me under. 

"Well no shit..." Fiona wheezes, a hand moving to her slightly bulging belly fat as her stomach begins to cramp under the constant laughter. "You... you look like a... a..."

"Little girl, yeah yeah..." I groan, rolling my eyes as I feel my head throb and ache again. The sharp pain picks up right behind my eyes, a buzzing static building for a second or so before spiking into a sudden shock. "Laugh it up while..." I begin to mutter, wincing at the pain before letting out a gasp as Fiona reaches out to prod at my voluminous chest.

"I wouldn't call those little" she blabbers, a hand soon reaching up as she pants for breath and wipes tears of laughter from her eyes. "Didn't know you'd take after Stacy in the chest depart..."

"Shut up" I groan, turning away as I try to avoid her poking and prodding.

"And look at that!" she squeals gleefully, nearly doubling over as she looks at my massive hips and sizeable yet perky heart-shaped rear. "If I'd known you looked so... so..." she muses, lost for words in the moment as she struggles to catch her breath.

"Look I need to..." I begin to huff, stagger around as I try to slip past the looming figure of my ex-girlfriend with my newly shrunken form with its overly generous assets. Fiona however quickly pivots around, walking along side me as I pace along as fast as I comfortably can with my dainty slender legs.

"Need to what?" she asks, still snickering as she easily keeps pace. "I would have thought you'd be ogling yourself for the next week or..."

"Clothes Fiona, I need clothes" I grumble, reaching the stairs only for Fiona to grab my arm. "H...Hey!" I snap, looking back to the pale dark-haired woman as she looks me over with a critical eye. "Let..." I begin to whine, squirming in her grasp only for her to finally let go.

"I have a spare set of workout shoes in the car" she states, giving me a more gentle look as she glances down to my feet. "Might not fit, but they'll be more comfortable than just... bare feet in the city."

I pause, stepping back down onto the first step as I clench my jaw. I go to look at my own feet, a sigh soon following as I find myself staring straight at the shelf of pale flesh as it pushes out the black shirt turned drop shoulder dress.

"Fine..." I huff, turning to slowly wobble my way down the stairs as I tentatively creep along with my far shorter legs. 

 

Fiona quickly paces ahead of me as she strides down the stairs, my own legs shaking as I feel my hips roll and sway violently along with my large rear as I try to get a handle on walking in my new body.

"Let me..." Fiona states, reaching out and snatching my wallet and keys from me before I can object. Letting out a gasp the words fail to form in my mouth as I watch the taller older woman drop the very necessary items into her bag before simply continuing down the stairwell as though nothing had even occurred.

Reaching the car park I quickly shuffle along close behind Fiona, whimpering a little as the cold of the underground space along with the concrete floor bite at my poorly clad body.

Reaching Fiona's car my jaw drops, my mind struggling with the schism between my memory of the large bright red four-wheel drive and the massive image of the same car before me. Opening the rear passenger side door she pats the seat, gesturing for me to get in.

"I thought you were lending me shoes" I mumble through chattering teeth, hopping a little back and forth between my feet in order to give them a slight reprieve from the icy cold ground.

"And I am" Fiona smirks, nodding into the car. "And... I'm giving you a lift so we can go shopping" she explains, her icy blue eyes practically sparkling with mischievous intent. Her grin only grows as I look up at her with wide eyes, my mouth hanging open as my blood runs cold at the thought of what she was proposing.

"Nah uh, no way" I blurt out, taking a step back only for Fiona to quickly grab my arm.

"Come on, you seriously want to be walking around half-naked all day while you waddle between stores? I mean it's not like you should be driving given your license doesn't even look like you any..." Fiona states, my head throbbing once again as my shoulders slump.

"Fine... Fine!" I squeal, taking a step back towards the car. "I was just going to Big-Mart" I explain, walking up to Fiona before climbing into the passenger seat. Looking over I find the sweat set of well-worn runners, snatching them up as I slide them onto my feet with a little more snugly than my own pair though certainly not actually fitting by any means.

As if finally catching pray in a trap Fiona quickly slams the door shut, her giddy giggling ringing out as she quickly runs around to the driver's seat. She quickly lunges into her seat, glancing back at me over her shoulder with a wide grin as I shrink back into the back seat.

Fiona's car roars to life as she hastily pulls back out, her gaze catching my own in the mirror as she looks over me. "Right, let's get you some clothes"  

 

As Fiona drives us through the city I wriggle into the seat, the strap of the seat belt resting awkwardly between my large and overflowing chest while my hips feel almost too large for the seat itself.

Rain batters the windows, the squeaking of whippers soon filling the cabin of the car as Fiona clicks her tongue.

"See..." Fiona coos, turning the whippers up to the next highest level. "... You would have been washed away... though with your flotation devices I guess you'd be fine" she cackles, my cheeks burning a bright red as I slouch down in my seat.

"So... um... hows work?" I mutter, hoping to distract her and to keep her comments about my body to herself. "Roland still kicking around?"

"Oh do NOT get me started on Roland" Fiona snaps, her knuckles turning ghostly white as she grips the steering wheel. "That fucking skeleton called me Sweetheart the other day, even asked if I could fetch him a coffee, and when I told him my name he told me to calm down because I was getting emotional. I swear the next time..."

Letting out a sigh of relief I sink into my seat, the cabin of the car soon just filling with Fiona grumbling about her woes at work while I merely nod along and murmur out affirmative words after few minutes. Glancing into the mirror a shiver runs down my spine, the young woman in the back seat and the older one in the front feeling more like a mother and daughter or sisters rather than an ex-girlfriend giving someone a lift.

Between the rain and the rambling I quickly lose track of just where we are, the sight out beyond the windows no longer looking like the city or even the suburbs as we wind our way up higher and higher through a densely wooded area.

"Uh... Fiona..." I mutter, cutting her off as she takes a large turn to place us up along a rising ridge. "I said I was just going to Big-Mart."

"What?" Fiona chirps, struggling for a moment at the intrusion from her train of thought. "Oh... yeah, you were going to Big-Mart. But I know a way better place" she states, grinning ear to ear as we once again take another huge sharp turn to keep climbing up the steep hills.

As the rain eases up a bit, partially due to the storm passing and partially due to the dense foliage overhead, I find us well outside of my usual stomping grounds. rough walking trails cross back and forth across the road and into the woods, the short cliff faces we keep needing to avoid featuring the occasional set of stairs or ramp to connect the trails together.

Old and rather well-appointed homes spring up from time to time along the cliffs, the views of the suburbs and the city making up for the seeming lack of amenities around. Climbing higher and higher we finally break into what almost feels like a normal town, the long main street of shops featuring more boutiques and gift-shops than would otherwise be normal.

The view from the main street looks out over a set of gazebos sitting a stride a dog park, a set of ramps at the far end leading down a short cliff to a walking trail along a river below.

"Maybrook is soooooo pretty" Fiona coos, scanning the street for a parking space before slowly pull in and bringing the car to a sharp stop in front of a row of old painted brick store fronts.

Nestled between a quaint and darling little book store on the left and a rather cozy looking cafe on the right sits a brightly lit clothing store, the narrow little boutique featuring a wrought iron sign hanging over the door and swaying slightly in the wind.

'Whimsy'

"No" I huff, folding my arms over my squishy chest with a whimper as my forearms sink into the supple flesh. "No way" I continue, watching as Fiona simply unbuckles her seat belt and steps out of the car.

Looking in at the store I try to get across just what sort of place Fiona had brought me to, my stomach sinking as I strain to take stock of the racks and shelves in the dainty little clothing store. Earthy and soft off-white tones alternate from rack to rack, the warm wool colored sweaters and tartan skirts sitting next to eggshell blouses and long black skirts.

The window is filled with shoes, most appearing hand made, the brown and black leather boots likely having been made close by in order to add to the shops 'small and delightful' boutique vibe.

My door is suddenly ripped open as I am snapped back to my reality, the sight of Fiona beside me causing me to pout defiantly after she had practically kidnapped me. The older woman looks out at the shop, paying me no mind as she lets out a sigh.

"They don't really make anything in my... size..." she mutters, shifting her hips as she ribs her thighs together between her black dress pants. "But I love this place, come on I'll introduce you to Willow and she can..."

"No way..." I huff, sucking in my lips as I scowl at Fiona like an impudent child. "These are... are so..." I blurt out, only for Fiona to roll her eyes.

"Nice?" she chides, placing a hand on her hips. "Well-Made? You don't know it yet, but finding good quality women's clothes, like really actually good clothes, is kind of hard. Willow orders in good stuff, just come in and try on..."

"I said no..." I grumble, looking away as I sink into my seat. "I'll just go get some jeans and shit from Big-Mart after you take me..."

"I'm not taking you home until you have at least one outfit" Fiona scoffs, laughing a little as she plucks at my black t-shirt turned dress. "You cannot go out wearing this, you don't even have underwear or..." Fiona stammers, pausing as she rubs the bridge of her nose.

"I'm going to get a coffee..." she huffs, I'll either see you inside or we aren't leaving. 

 

Watching as Fiona goes to the cafe, leaving several minutes after with a coffee and muffin in hand as she wanders into the boutique, I sit and stew in the car. My head pounds, the ache behind my eyes returning as I ruminate over our brief argument.

"Cute..." I mutter dimly, my voice lacking much conviction in it as I slowly find my gaze lingering on a broad brimmed mustard yellow hat with a thick black ribbon tied into a bow. In an instant my head ache ends, the throbbing building to a sharp pain before vanishing as I unbuckle my seat belt.

"Fuck it..." I huff, opening the door as I kick my legs out and haul my body from the car with a little jump. "... It's just one outfit... then I can try... something else..."