Jay Duncan was working on finishing up a project on his computer, eager to get just a little bit more design work before he had to head off to school.
He was so involved with the work he didn't hear the door open for several seconds. Jay suddenly turned and saw the girl. She was around his age, attractive, perky breasts filling out a McDonald's uniform.
Excepting the McDonald's uniform, many of his fantasy had started out this way. She pulled her visor off, then pulled the shirt over her head, dropping it on the floor. Jay didn't know why he didn't move to call for help, but was frozen where he stood, filled with shock and desire.
She slipped out of her shoes, the stepped out of her pants and pulled her socks off. In a finale to her inexplicable stripping, she unhooked her bra and slid the rest of her garments off till she stood there, the first naked girl he'd ever seen in person.
She moved toward him. Jay was convinced he was going to have sex, but uncertain why. Nimble hands unbuttoned his shirt button by button, placing it on the bed, then his pants. Her hands discovered his obvious arousal as she did that, but she did not even smile at it. Then she guided him to the bed and pulled off his socks and finally his underwear, revealing the source of his arousal.
He expected her to pull him onto the bed, to fulfill all of his carnal fantasies. Instead, she, just as slowly as she had stripped, began to get dressed. Except in his clothing.
She slipped on his clean white underwear. His eyes grew wide, but he said nothing as she stood up to pull it up all the way, her pelvis expanding to fill it as it couldn't have stayed up otherwise. She sat back down on the bed and put on his socks, her dainty feet swelling to a size 13 wide...as wide as his eyes.
"This is impossible," Jay insisted in his mind, as the rest of him watched with mute fascinating. She pulled on his pants, and as she pulled them up, her legs grew longer, bringing her further away from the floor. She continued to pull until the pants no longer draped the ground.
She buttoned them, and slipped into his shirt, her shoulderblades and arms expanding as she slipped them into the sleeves. Her hands, once so dainty, grew to match. They did not quite as nimbly pull the fabric around her breasts. She had to stretch it around them. As she buttoned each button, the fleshy mounds deflated into nothingness.
She reached down and tucked the shirt inside the pants his pants, and zipped up her fly. Jay watched in astonishment as the area around the zipper stretched, something poking against it...something he knew very well.
He was terrified. This unknown girl had come into his room, taken his clothes, and was morphing to fit them, becoming less as she'd been with each second. Her dark hair was sucked back into her...no his...head like spaghetti into a hungry person's mouth and the last remnant of feminine features on his face faded.
Jay felt dizzy and disoriented as the boy who looked similar to him but not regarded him. He felt his life slipping away from him. This place, these books...it didn't seem like his any longer.
"Good luck," he heard the boy whisper as he sat down at the computer...picking up Jay's life.
Jay left the room, and headed outside. He felt drawn somewhere else.
