Sarah was fund-raising door to door for the cheerleaders. She had one side of the street and her good friend Rachael had the other side. She knocked on the door, idly straightened the skirt of her bronze dress-suit, and prepared her best smile.
It was Jon Gibson, that pervert from school.
"What are you doing here?" Jon said.
"Ug, this is your dumpy house? I'm fund-raising for the cheerleaders but I shouldn't even bother asking you for donations, from the looks of it, you don't have any money to give."
"Nah, I don't Sarah, but I do have a question for you"
What now? She didn't have time for him. "You gonna ask me to the prom or something? Man, you are such a dweeb. You losers bore me with your infatuation with me. Face it, you'll never date me, you'll never get in my pants, and you'll probably die a virgin."
"Well, you may be right Sarah. But do you want to be my fuckpet?"
What the hell did that mean?
"Fuck no, Jon. You sick pervert. Get away from me," she said. She started to leave, but she dropped her clipboard and envelope of cheques. She leaned down to pick it up, but something hurt in her back -- had she pulled a muscle? -- and she fell over completely. She threw out her hands to catch herself and landed comfortably.
She reached for the clipboard and tried to stand up, but realised two things at once:
Her fingers wouldn't grip around the clipboard, and
She couldn't stand up.
"What the hell?" she said as she looked at the clipboard. A chill ran down her spine -- her hand had changed. Her fingers had shortened, her thumb had moved to sit alongside the others. It was...
It was a foot.
She looked at her other hand and confirmed it: Both of her hands had been transformed into feet! Her feet! Her class ring was there on the second toe of her right foot, but it was much smaller so it could fit.
Her arms hadn't been changed, but her wrist had become some sort of partial ankle -- it looked like a wrist from above, but she had a heel on the bottom. She flexed her fingers, and only succeeded in flexing these new toes -- and they were far less agile than her fingers were. She couldn't move one toe without moving the others next to them.
"Jon!" she said. "What the fuck did you do to me?!"
"I asked you if you wanted to be my fuckpet, Sarah." Jon smiled. "And you've obliged."
"Damn you, Jon. Change me back right now."
"Later, later. This is interesting," Jon said. "It changed your clothes, too."
"It changed my...?" Sarah looked back at herself. Her dress-suit was still recognizable as what it had been before, but it was revealing far too much of her cleavage now, and the skirt had shrunk to barely cover her ass, especially on all fours! Her stockings and shoes had disappeared, leaving her bare legged and barefoot.
"Sarah,why don't you turn around and show me that hot ass of yours?"
She tried to be angry, but the compliment was turning her on. She blushed. Showing her ass to him wouldn't too bad, would it? She did as he said.
"Oh, very nice, Sarah my fuckpet." Jon said. She felt him touch her ass - it lit her up with warmth - and realized a moment later that her panties had disappeared! Jon rubbed her ass with some of his fingers, and let the others glide down to her pussy. She tingled with excitement and fury.
"Jon, you can't do this to me!" she cried out. She took a few steps away from him. It felt so natural to walk like this, too. "Change me back!"
"Sarah!" Rachael called as she came running across the street. "What's wrong?"
"Look at what this bastard did to me!" Sarah cried out. She lifted a fore-foot, carefully, and splayed her toes out at Rachael.
"What?" Rachael sounded confused.
"Somehow he's transformed me like this, and he's stripped my clothes away!" And he's making me horny for him! But I'm not going to tell Rachael that.
"What are you talking about, Sarah? You're always like this. You're Jon's fuckpet."
Sarah's eyes went wide. Rachael didn't realize she'd changed. Jon gave Sarah a light slap on the butt that left her buttocks tingling.
"See, Sarah? Nothing wrong," he said.
Rachael leaned in close and whispered. "Why don't you ask him to donate to the cheerleaders? Maybe you can give him an extra good time if he pays a lot, if you know what I'm saying?" She winked and giggled as though she and Sarah were talking about Sarah's times in bed with Biff.
What about Biff? What did he think about this?
"Ladies, why don't you both come in?" Jon said. He was playing with his pants zipper. "You need a break from all that fund-raising."
