Charles, the store clerk wasn't sure what to think. Somehow she had just transformed into a spider-girl. Not the costumed super hero variety, but she had the legs of a spider. A huge thorax with lots of spider hairs all below her body, a slim waist and.. breasts. She had a mirror close by, and could see the face. She was rather nice looking... well... at least from the waist up. The spider legs though looked terrifying with their jagged edges and the ability to scuttle her motion in almost any direction desired. Left.. right.. forward.. backward.. she could do anything at just a thought, though she realised she had to keep her torso somewhat rigid if she attempted any odd motions. She cringed as she touched the flare of her hips upon which the spider part of her new body started...Then her boss arrived from break.
He looked to her for a moment and.. blinked. "Ah, Charlene, thanks for minding the shop. You alright?" He looked at her as if everything was perfectly normal.
Charles's eyes widened. "W-what? C-an't you see what's wrong!? Who the heck is Charlene- me? I'm not Charlene I'm Charles!"
Her boss arched an eyebrow. Despite the fact that her co-worker, someone he had worked with for years was now a spider-girl. "Huh? Well- I'm not paying for a new name tag," he joked scratching his head. "I think we're drawing a good amount of customers lately."
"I- I'm a spider! A girl-spider- thing!" Charles suddenly blurted out. "Look at my freakin' legs!" she started to move about wondering what the heck was going on.
"Well.. yes?" he said cautiously. "I mean- you're certainly not a thing... not a freak uh-" he looked over her concerned. "You want to maybe.. take the rest of the day off or something?" Why was Charlene acting so odd?
Charlene.. looked again at her form. This wasn't working. For some reason he thought she had always been this.. how could that be? She had to find some answers. "I- uh- I guess I could take the day off..."
"Sure, I'll see you tomorrow." He waved to her.
Charles.. Charlene quietly went to get her jacket. All her items had apparently gone there from her original trousers. Wallet- wait- a purse? Huh? She put on her jacket, surprised to find it fit the style of her general clothes at the moment. "Where's my driving license.." she wondered. She was surprised to find a license for a van instead, and for some reason it said she couldn't use a car... then again with these legs, there was no way she could. The name on it was for a girl called Charene Deckers... which was certainly half right anyway.
With trepidation she scuttled to the car park next. There were the occasional stares but then their eyed tended to glaze over shrug and they paid no further notice. In the car-park she found her van.. where her car would normally be. It looked to have had the car seat removed and had some slight modifications to it. She gingerly stepped inside, resting her spider body on the back seet, a weird creepy feeling as her thorax bunched against those seats. She coud actually feel sensation from this- this thing! It wasn't comfortable... but there was a seat belt of sorts to wrap her human torso in. "I- I'll just go home I guess," she thought biting her lip.
The cause of these changes, two girls hiding in the bathroom of the mall were in some quiet distress of their own. Michelle had a rather playful smirk as she looked at her body in the mirror, eyeing it left and right. Damn she was a good looking woman. She looked like the kind of woman nobody would dare mess with. Her new power though was something totally unexpected... "Unbelievable not only am I a girl.. I can change people..." the power of transformation...was hers to command. She could bend the bodies of others to anything she wanted... or could she? She could see the strange latices of creation lit up in her mind as she saw the various paths people could take. However, it was like a game of snakes and ladders.. she could nudge a person's body to a 'direction'.. but the final result was not completely under her control. Transformations were like a river... and she didn't know the answer to take for each bend it might take. Some kind of 'balance'. But she could push them into that river... and direct them. Big.. or small... reptile or mammal... carnivorous or omnivorous... with time maybe she would work out a pattern in this. "Tiffany- I got magic... I'm... what am I going to do- Tiffany? Huh? What the heck- what are you doing with your bra!"
"I- I'm taking it off?" She was looking at the new clothes that had appeared on her body. A very bright red bra that was just designed to attract attention and accentuated her very slight curves. She wasn't anywhere near as stacked as her friend. Slowly she pulled the bra off.. which was easier said then done, given she had never put one on before- and certainly not this one. She didn't even like touching her breasts, and winced as they jostled and moved. Despite being on the smaller side, they were definitely there. As for the panties.. she would have to leave them be. She couldn't do much about it now, until she got somewhere more private.
The undesired garment finally off, she flung it sheepishly in the corner. "I guess I'll leave that here," she muttered.
Michelle had to sigh a little. "Oh come on, it's just a bra! Honestly I think it looks good on you."
"I don't want one!" Tiffany protested again. She didn't know why her friend seemed so eager for all this. It was like she was a completely different person. She couldn't help but think she was now/// missing her 'lazy' friend.
"Oh never mind just forget it- did you see that though? I can do magic! You can do magic! We both have magic!" She thought a bit about that boy though... eh, well... she helped one stranger by changing another stranger. Net result was that she didn't have to think about it that much....
Tiffany took a small breath. "I saw.. yes.. Thanks.. thank for.. God- I have no idea just -how- you did that. I have no idea how -I- changed her either..." She glanced around a bit as the thought of magic struck her. Tiffany had no control over it, but Michelle managed to change that person back... so... "You know, could you use your power to change us back?" She then glanced to herself in the mirror again. "Oh crap- my hair-" she pulled down her hood slowly. Somehow the hair just re-grew. It was as long as before, with the same curious redish shade. She felt the softness. "Change me back Michael! Help me please!"
"Well.. I guess... I could try changing -you- back..." she sighed. She began to concentrate, welling up the power again. However something started to feel different. Calling on the power... the power of the fox creature, she could feel something start to grow. Something down her backside as it slipped and pushed itself, growing with increasing urgency. It felt.. soft, but hard at the same time as it ripped her new pants. "Oh A-"
Tiffany blinked as she stared at her. A strange whitish blue tail... on the woman's backside? "M-Michelle? What's happening!"
Michelle's eyes snapped open as she felt that growth on her lower back. She resisted the temptation to clap her hands down over the feeling, instead staring wide-eyed down at Tiff. " I I uh.." Another price maybe in using her power? Another ripping sound was heard by the taller woman in her ever tightening jeans. She could definitely feel something growing now. Thank goodness they were in the bathroom. Something felt like it was stuck on her butt' but surprisingly didn't feel as uncomfortable as it should have been.. if this was what she thought it was.
Then another girl came in the bathroom- well it was a public one.
"Go in the stall!" Tiffany directed quickly. The changing woman ran inside... leaving the petite red-head to cover for her. She tried her best to look casual. She was just a girl.. in the bathroom.. with another girl... "Uh- she's just- you know. Not well." she said biting her lip.
The young woman- a teenager perhaps appeared to be looking at the discarded bra with a grinning smirk. "Someone had a fun time," she giggled. She appeared to be a punkish young girl, with black hair. An earring was on her left lobe, as well as a few studs. She had a leather jacket and jeans.
Tiffany groaned. That damn bra- she wanted it gone "-was here when I got here-" she said quickly and not at all suspiciously, judging by the look she got. She quickly pulled her jacket closer. "So- you should take that to lost property or something," she muttered.
The punk-girl gave a little smirk. "Tehee, I know a few things I could do with it, but yeah I guess you're right." The teenage girl took the bra feeling a slight shock from it. "Ow- hm, weird..." she wondered out of the bathroom.
Alone again, Tiffany knocked on the stall. "Mik- er- 'Michelle' you okay in there?" she placed her hands in her pockets, trying her best not to think about the panties still resting so very tightly on her.. lower areas... or indeed that they were in the girl's bathroom still.
Inside the stall, Michelle was in some discomfort. She didn't have time to look at the bathroom and note how tidy and clean it was compared to the gents. She began to pull down her jeans to have a look. When she did so, she saw a little of her new gentle curves and hip... and something wriggled out from her backside. Michelle felt the strange sensation of touching something.. with... an alien appendage as it brushed the cold wall. Looking behind she could see a fox tail. The fur colour was a startling light blue, contrasting strangely with her pearlecent hair. It was just like in her dream! It extended about three feet, and could just brush the ground. It felt.. quite soft, and yet also warm with all the fur.
Michelle heard yet another knock on the stall. "Hey Michelle, are you okay in there? Come on I don't like being in here " Tiffany's voice echoed in the bathroom. "That oth- that girl is gone.." could this get any stranger?
Michelle nervously looked at her new tail as it brushed the cool walls of the stall. Nervously, she started to try and swish it around, seeing if she could control it. Indeed she could.. "I I have a " she took a breath, reaching out and running her hand through the fur "“ A light brush spreading as she felt both the soft fur, and her fingers running over it. "Oh my " She heard Tiffany knock again. "Yes- r right, I . I'm here I ." she took another breath not at all sure what to say at this point. " I can't Really explain. You've just got to see this for yourself " she blushed, and then unlocked the stall door. She pulled up her pants to at least hide most of her new anatomy, but there was no hiding this huge fox tail...
Tiffany.. well.. what could she say except the obvious? "Whoa tail " she mumbled. "You got a tail Mike!" she said in some awe and surprise. That was slightly better then saying in the morning- you got boobs. Michelle looked somewhat casual about it. "..yeah.." she gripped it between her hands the two staring at each other and at the implications.
"It.. it looks big " remarked Tiffany in the fortuiously relatively empty bathroom. "Can you... move it?"
Michelle found that she could indeed control the tail. Left.. right.. up.. down.. yes it was under her control- for the most part. It was animated by her emotions and somewhat .. Right now it was kinda hanging limp, as she was in some state of shock. "Yeah... it happened when I tried to use my power..."
"We- well- we can just call a cab or something and get home hide it as best you can" Tiffany absently scratched at her chest. The absence of the bra started to get felt now as two.. rather pressing sensations were felt chafed as much as she ignored it. Not to mention the panties... she needed to get this all off!
Michelle could only nod in agreement as she pulled up her jeans. This was getting freaky. Power was nice, changing other people was also pretty good.. but changing herself, without her own consent? Not good. " Right, we we need to get home. Now."
Michelle pulled up the jeans but then something strange happened. The jeans simply 'merged' with the tail. It allowed her to put on clothes without a single problem, no pain.. or anything. She still had the tail pushing out of her backside but.. it was meshed seamlessly with her clothes. " I guess it's a magic tail?" She said waving it in the air. "Tiff... heh, look at this girl..."
Tiffany face-palmed. Once again a bad thing happened and Michelle just seemed so 'happy' about it. "You're taking it awfully well," replied Tiffany staring at the tail. Just.. what in the world was going on here? She didn't want anything of this magic. She wanted her own normal life back! This was weird- too weird for her. That being said though, she now knew magic was real... and if it was real, anything could happen right? So.. in a way, she did 'kind of' understand why Michelle found this 'exciting'- No- urgh no! this shouldn't be exciting! This was serious if anyone found out that she turned a poor girl into a hair-clip... what would they do to her?
Michelle shrugged. "Hey, it's a tail. A magic tail... I can even put clothing on it." she swished it again, much to Tiffany's annoyance.
"As long as more of you doesn't change, you could end up some kind of feral fox." The thought of that...
Michelle dismissed it. She noted Tiffany's rather curious look "Say... you want to touch it? Go on I know you're curious."
"Dude!" Tiffany face palmed again. "No!"
Michelle just snickered. "Fine fine, let's call a cab and get out of here..."
Tiffany felt for her mobile phone, trying not to glimpse at the tail now- even if she was rather.. sexy looking? Just looking at her changed friend.. in the form of a woman.. with a fox tail she felt really strange. It sent a static charge tingling over her... a charge particularly felt in her hair, and her ears. The feeling wasn't uncomfortable per say . and far too close to the sensation that had occurred moments before she Before Sarah Best not to think about that. She couldn't. Was her own power starting to come out again? She had to hold it in! She rubbed her hair to try and push that feeling away. She wasn't sure what it was, but it was making her quite wary. She pulled up her hood again, to cover up her hair. "I'll go to the store and get some scissors, and get some kind of taxi for us" she said. "Just stay in the stall.. it should be safe. I wont be long."
"Yeah.. fine... I got all the facilities I need." Michelle mumbled.
Tiffany quickly left the bathroom to sort this all out. Thankfully still human looking enough to wonder about.
Michelle was now alone in the locked bathroom stall, her tail swishing behind her. She breathed a soft sigh, before biting her lip and looked back at her new appendage. Now that her friend was gone She could allow herself to be a little more worried. Just because things had STARTED like this, didn't mean That's where it would end. Changes were still happening... they would continue until.. until what? "C Come on, Mike Keep it together " she whispered to herself, forcing herself to concentrate on the odd sensation. On the weight, the way it affected her balance, the tingling static running through it, the touch against the cool walls. "...I It's not THAT big a deal It it's just a tail A magic tail Which can turn people into cat-girls " She closed her eyes. " get home hm, I wonder how that boy is doing..." No sooner had she thought this though, her mind seemed to just.. reach out. Soon she could see vague impressions of thoughts that were not her own. She could sense confusion and worry- "Hm.. I'm psychic too.. great." So that stranger wasn't quite a stranger any more... she closed the connection in her mind, she didn't really want to know. She couldn't let herself feel any sympathy. She had to make a choice, and she helped someone... some kid was going to be a cat-girl (eventually) and that was her choice to make.
Finally Tiffany arrived back in the bathroom no less then fifteen minutes. "Michelle you here? You won't believe what happened to me I .. I think someone was 'checking me out' she scoffed but she had scissors in hand too. Sounds of snipping heard.
"Welcome to girlhood," Michelle giggled. "Did you give him a slap?"
"N-No.." Michelle said with a pained expression. "I mean- I- I was annoyed but.."
Michelle's voice rang out her disappointment. "Meh... well, did you at least get the taxi sorted?"
Tiffany gave an unseen nod. "Yeah, it will be here soon... you still... um.. tail?"
"Yep... it's giving me a soft and fluffy back rub." Michelle chuckled. Though her voice started to get a bit shaky. "It's Weird. It's like it's sliding through the fabric of my jeans You know, like it's not there or something " A thought occurred to her. "Just give me a moment, I want to try something " . Was it possible to hide it away? If She imagined it fading, maybe absorbed back into her again By now it was quite obvious she was no ordinary 'animal' if indeed that is what she was turning into. There was a conscious well of power she could tap into.. and was doing so now.
Michelle's tail did a light sparkly effect then.. vanished. "Awesome..." Michelle said stepping out of the stall. "Hey look. My hips don't lie, I'm fox-tail free-" She started to sing but then stopped as she saw Tiffany. "What happened to you this time!" It looked like the smaller girl had spent the last couple of minutes cutting her hair in the bathroom sink. It was an absolute mess. Her once rather fetching long hair now just a nightmare of tangled rivets. "I could have done a better job then that!" Michelle chided.
Tiffany fumed. "I did the best I could- oh- you.. got rid of the tail?" Tiffany asked ignoring the look as she crossed her arms.
"Eh, sorta.. yes and no. I can still feel it there. I think I just made it invisible." she said.
Tiffany looked and... yes. She could -just- still see it. Weird... but she also knew it was invisible because her eyes 'couldn't' see it. So.. how was she perceiving it at all? More of that weird magic sight? "Well... yeah that's pretty cool," said Tiffany in thought. "Maybe you should try concentrating on being male? Maybe you could turn us both back to normal?" The young girl looked up hopefully.
"Nuh uh, trying that caused me to grow a tail. You want me to grow another one?"
Tiffany looked annoyed but she couldn't fault the logic. "F-Fine. I'll do it!" she said with as much force in her voice. It wasn't fair that she had suffered these indignities while Michelle appeared to have full control over her magic! She could feel the well of static energy and started to recite to herself. "Be male... I want to turn male again... turn male again!" It wasn't a magic spell but.. it was an intention. That had to be enough... She pictured herself as she was just a day ago, a male. Tim... Tim the mechanic. Strong, semi-muscular, hard and tall
Michelle took a slight step back.
As Tiffany concentrated, a tingling began in her scalp. Soon, it was spreading to each individual hair as the feeling intensified. "I can feel it..." she whispered. Energy building up once more. The tingling soon became the familiar static charge, a charge which was spreading to her... ears? It just stayed there... waiting for Something to trigger it.
"Uh Tiff? Everything alright?" Michelle asked warily. The results of magic from her smaller friend didn't exactly yield good results thus far... but she could see it.. the magic pouring into her. It was also -nothing- like her own one. Something else... something dangerous?
"I... I can't.. make it... go!" Urging it on caused that static feeling to increase "“ The feeling of potential building more and more. Sharp little stabs greeted her, as if something is sparking between the tips of her ears and the hairs on her head, and yet There's nothing else that results. That is, until another girl enters the room.
She was just a random girl going past them- clearly though she was quite a 'proud' one, who was almost sneering at the presence of the other two. "Out of my way," she demanded.
As she walked past Tiff, her haughty expression lingering on her less than a second Something snapped. "No!"
With a sudden jolt of power, the built-up static discharged itself. The girl was knocked forward and Grabbed the bathroom sink to steady herself, even as Tiff felt the surge of power running through her once more. It started to change her own body... a lush growth of hair exploded outwards once more, undoing -all- the work she'd put in to make it more manageable. She didn't have much time to react as her clothing began to feel looser? The room itself seemed slightly larger than a moment ago Michelle"“ Already taller "“ gained another precious few inches of height difference "“ Bad enough, even if it weren't for the fact that her ears seem almost burning with sensation!
The rude girl didn't have it any easier. As she griped the side of the sink, her muscles started to bulge outward. Her entire body started to grow and swell, gaining a foot, a foot and a half of height. Her breasts flattened and hardened into her new pectoral muscles with a -very- toned up body. With a creak, her shoulders widened, as does her waist; her rear flattening and hardening too straining what was left of her skirt... Her voice in each gasp cracked, reminiscent of a boy in puberty whilst her vocal chords begin to settle into their new configuration. "Wh what the h hell is happening to me?!" Her words slured slightly as her jaw hardened and chiselled, It was worth noting that her clothes didn't change... but even so, his skin did. It started to take a red hue. Huge horns formed on her head, and a -very- impressive bulge on the skirt. The organ was large enough that it could peek through her skirt! "W-What the hell!" he shouted. "What the-" he swore at the two girls. "You did this to me! You **%# turn me back!"
Michelle and Tiffany in panic retreated to the stall, the two cringing. Michelle could only quietly note that at least her friend was shorter... still... "..Tiff, your magic sucks." she whispered.
Tiffany looked up but tensed and practically jumped into Michelle's arms as the stall was impacted by a horn going slightly through the hard board of wood.
"Get out of there!" shouted the new devil-man. He couldn't quite believe what had happened to him.... "Oh God it's between my legs! Get it off me!"
Tiffany could still feel her power. There was only one option. "I want to get out of here!" There was a surge of magic and the sound of an implosion. The two magical woman suddenly.. vanished, just as the stall was broken down by the devil man.
"...where.. did they go?"
Steven would normally be playing video games. Well- there were a lot of things he should be doing. Homework, or reading or.. something. The young 'boy' was mostly just worried at the moment. Should he.. dare he tell his mother? Maybe he could ask it cautiously.
"Mom?" he asked quietly as she was watching Television.
"Hm?" she asked.
"Um.. could a boy... turn into a girl?" he asked softly, his eyes holding back tears. He had to work this conversation out somehow, he didn't know how to approach it. Mostly he was just thinking about the absence between his legs.
His mother switched the television off and gave her son her full attention. Oh dear, what did this mean in the book of parenting when your child asked such a question? 'Don't assume anything', she said to herself. "No dear, of course not," she said with a ruffle of his head. "Why do you ask?"
"Uh... just curious," he said biting his lip. "But- if it.. if it did happen? What would happen to the boy?"
"Well... I suppose they would go to the doctors to work out why that happened."
Steven gulped. He didn't like doctors. So... he decided he should keep this a secret. "Uh- that's okay mom..." he practically jumped to go back to his room.
"Well, make sure you brush your teeth before bed, you've got to get up early for school." she said calling out to remind him.
"Brush my teeth yeah yeah," he mumbled. He stopped to the sink and started to brush it when.. he noticed something odd about his teeth. He pulled back his lip, to see they were just 'slightly' pointed at the front. Was it always like that? He was just.. imagining it. Maybe when he woke up he would have his 'equipment' back too.
At least these changes were easy to hide...
