Joe sat with his head in his hands. In a box on his coffee table were a pair of pleaser heels and a note.
Around two months ago his girlfriend Sophie had discovered that heād been cheating on her with a local stripper. It had been a drunken mistake after a night out with his friends and had gone on from there. Heād barely remembered his last night out with the woman - it had been their usual haze of drunken fun. Unfortunately, on that particular night, heād not seen Sophieās friends entered the bar, nor had he noticed them taking photos of him as he kissed his little secret.
Joe hadnāt heard from his girlfriend in weeks. In floods of angry tears, sheād packed her bags and left. All his calls, texts and messages had gone unanswered. Then, out of the blue, a package arrived at his door. Inside was a pair of expensive looking pleaser heels. They were shiny and pink; they were the sort that completely covered a foot right up past the ankle. Joe recognised them instantly as the sort that a stripper would wear.
Heād pulled them out confused. Thatās when he noticed the note underneath them. It was short and to the point. āIf you ever want to see me again, put these on and walk to my friend Abbiās.ā
This is why his head was in his hands. He wanted to fix this, but this? This was too far. He could only imagine the looks heād get. He sighed. Joe had already sent texts to his girlfriend, questioning if she was serious. Sheād read the messages, but left no response. If he ever wanted to sort things out, he knew what heād have to do.
He undid the laces and opened up one of the shoes. It felt like PVC. The pair looked far too small for his rather large feet. Still, he squeezed himself in. Oddly, his whole foot managed to get inside. With that, he squeezed the next foot in.
At first, the shoes felt uncomfortably tight, but gradually this subsided. Looking down, it looked strange. The shoes looked no bigger than that of a small womenās size - yet theyād taken his feet without much resistance. He shrugged it off and proceeded to tie the ribbons.
At the moment the last knot was complete, his feet began to tingle. They became increasingly warm before pain shot through his feet. Joe felt as the tendons and bones began to shift and change. It was as though they were adjusting to match the shoes.
Joeās hands shot back to the ribbons to try and undo them. Before his eyes, long, neon pink acrylic nails grew out. āWhatās happening to me?!ā he cried out. āThese shoes!ā
He tried to undo the knots, hoping this would stop whatever was occurring. However, they would not budge. His nails were too long for him to try - though even without them, the magic would have held them firm. He felt as his feet pointed down. Their structure had now drastically changed. Even sat down, they would always be shaped as if ready to wear the highest of heels. āNoā¦noā¦no!ā He called out, bewildered by what he was seeing.
Joeās jeans began creeping up his legs, getting shorter and shorter. As they did, they revealed smooth skin, where once there had been hair. His legs were much more slender now. The calf definition which heād been proud of was gone. The jeans continued to rise, showing newly plumped up thighs. By now, the garment looked like short shorts. They began constricting tightly around his waist and crotch. Rather than cause the expected discomfort, they made Joeās crotch tingle.
By this point, Joe was mad with fear and shock. He clumsily fumbled for his phone. With his new nails, it seemed almost impossible that heād even unlock it. Distracted as he was, he hadnāt noticed as his penis was forced inside of him until it was too late. As a new, odd feeling crept up on him, he shrieked, dropping his phone. His hands went straight for his crotch, only to discover the outline of a cameltoe on the tightening shorts. This was soon followed by the feeling of his behind swelling beyond normal proportions.
By now, the jeans had merged with his underwear and were continuing their upwards accent. The sides narrowed and slid up towards his now widened hips. The back narrowed into little more than a string and slipped between his cheeks. The material now began to change. The denim smoothed out to become a cheap PVC. The colour too changed, becoming the same pink as his nails. Joeās expensive jeans had become nothing more than a cheap thong.
Joe tried to stand up, desperate to find his phone and call for help. Gingerly he stood up, almost afraid of his new heels. However, it soon became apparent that with his feet so drastically altered, walking in heels was easy. This served as no comfort to him.
Joe caught a glimpse in his face in a nearby mirror. His lips had swollen to almost double their normal size. His cheekboned had raised up while his whole face had slimmed down. His eyelashes were now long and covered with mascara. He could taste the cherry lipgloss.
āWhatās happening to me?!ā Joe cried. His t-shirt was riding up over his chest, revealing a slim waist. It only stopped once it reached his pecks. It had become some sort of boob tube. This too soon became the same PVC that his thong had become.
He tried to bend down to find his phone but found it too awkward in his heels. He was forced to squat and feel the thong ride up against his new behind.
āNoā¦.this canāt beā¦.my voice!.ā Indeed, Joeās voice had become higher and more sultry. It was the epitome of a sexy womanās voice.Ā
Joeās hair now tickled his shoulders. It began changing in colour, from a mousey brown to a synthetic blonde. It became completely straight, with a full fringe. It did not stop growing until it touched his back. Ā Upon realising this, he shot back up and gasped at what he now saw in his reflection.
Joeās chest began to balloon. Two breasts began pushing again the PVC constricting them. āNo! No! Pleeeeeeaseā Joe begged, dropping to his knees. The sound of stretching PVC could be heard in the room. His chest continued to grow out. In a futile attempt, he tugged at the boots. Of course, they didnāt move an inch.
Before long, he was looking down at a pair of double Dās. As Joe clasped them with his hands, he instantly knew they were fakes. They felt unnaturally firm and seemed to sit too perfectly on him. It was by now fair to say that everything Joe could see or feel around his body felt like this.Ā
There he was, on the floor, panting and sobbing. His makeup seemed permanent as none ran down with his tears. He stayed like that for sometime before finally returning to the note.
He knew that if he was to ever fix this, heād have to walk the distance to Sophieās friendās house. He could only imagine what reactions heād get. Joe gulped hard before biting his plump bottom lip.
He rose to his feet and walked to the door. As soon as it opened, neighbours turned, and depending on who they were, shouted abuse or whistled in delight.
It was going to be a long walk.Ā
Written as a request for @transfunmation
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