Stepping outside into the curious autumn air Mitch felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. "Finally..." Mitch walked down the concrete steps to the sidewalk along the parking lot. The bounce of his unconstrained breasts caused him to wince. "These are getting old fast." Mitch instinctively reached up and tucked a few strands of loose hair behind his ears, before looking up at the night sky. "I'm going to have to become a woman." Mitch told himself as his eyes followed the flashing lights of a plane flying over head. "My life is over... I would rather die than become a woman..." Mitch felt his eyes begin to tear up, but he pulled himself together. "No. I'll make this work. One way or another... I'll beat this damn curse."
"Jinkies a clue!" An approaching female voice said.
"Kayleigh! Velma said Jinkies,not Daphne!" A second female voice said.
The approaching voices pulled Mitch from his self pity. "What now?" Mitch thought tilting his head back down to look at the two college girls who were approaching him.
"Abby's right." Said the guy trailing the two girls. "Velma said Jinkies! Daphne just hooked up with Fred while everyone else was looking for clues." The guy's comment caused Abby to elbow him in the stomach. "What? You know I'm right."
"Hey." Mitch said to the trio that now stood in front of him.
"Let's just ask him. He should know." Abby said to Kalyleigh before she turned to Mitch. "Which one said Jinkies?"
"Velma." Mitch said in a matter of fact tone.
"I told you Kayleigh." Abby said elbowing her friend.
"Are those real?" The guy blurted out from behind the two girls.
"Yeah." Mitch let out a sigh. "Yeah they are... I've been cursed with a big ole pair of boobies."
"That's why he's dressed as Daphne." Kayleigh interrupted. Everyone paused and starred at the ditzy brunette. "What? He is dressed like Daphne."
"Sorry about her... She's had a little too much to drink." Abby said putting her arm around her friend. "And Jaxson." She elbowed the guy in his stomach. "Seriously?"
As the trio began to bicker with one another a idea began to creep into Mitch brain. "Why not ask them?" Mitch thought to himself. "The dimwitted skeleton girl is probably just some bimbo, the zombie dude is probably dumb as shit, and the witch sounds like some sort of moronic feminist. I could easily out wit them. What's the worst that could happen?" Mitch instinctively tucked a loose strand of hair behind his ear. "Hey." The trio continued to bicker. "HEY!" Mitch stepped forward and lightly stomped his foot which caused his unconstrained breasts to jiggle within his purple dress. "Thank you." Mitch said to the trio that was gawking at his breasts. "Can I ask each of you a question?"
"Sure!" Kayleigh answered for the group.
"Cool. I want to ask you all one at a time about my costume." Mitch focused in on the drunk and spunky Kayleigh. "Okay, do you think my costume fits my..." Mitch paused to trying to think of the right wording for the question. "Do you think my costume fits my breasts? Like shouldn't my boobs be smaller if I was dressing up as Daphne?"
Kayleigh bit her bright red lip as she thought about Mitch's question. "I think... Hmmm... I think they are a good size. They're like big, but a good big. Like a big you just want to bury your face between... " Kayleigh began to nod yes.
"Okay... aren't they a bit too big though? Wouldn't making them smaller make my costume better?" Mitch asked again trying to extract a specific answer from her.
"No." Kayleigh said shaking her head no. "Those boobies are bussin! What you really need is like better skin. You know like it should be soft and girly, and you wouldn't have all that leg hair poking out of your stockings... and you wouldn't have that beard... Like you get it what I'm saying? Right? If you had smooth girly hairless skin you would totally look so much better, and you would still have those fun bags!"
Mitch felt like someone had stabbed him in the back. Somehow the ditzy brunette had turned his breast-centric question into an answer about his skin. Reaching up to his face Mitch ran his fingers across his increasingly smooth cheek. "Okay thanks..." Mitch did his best to not look uncomfortable and annoyed, but his entire body felt like it had ants crawling all over it. "That..." Mitch shivered. "That makes sense." Mitch turned to Abby. "Okay let me ask you a similar question. How would you improve my costume? And feel free to critique my ridiculous breasts."
Abby looked slightly annoyed that she too had been asked about Mitch's breasts. "Improve your costume? Hmm..." Abby studied Mitch's body. "Well you can complain about your boobs all you want, but getting rid of the girls wouldn't make the costume any better. If fact that would make it worse. If you are getting rid of something you really need to get rid of that chubby belly. You need a tight toned petite tapered waist. Daphne is kind of slim, but she's got such a narrow waist that it gives her a curvy look. So there Mr. talk about my tits. You really need a more petite girly waist." Abby said smugly.
Mitch winced when he felt a pressure on his waist. "O god no." Mitch thought as his waist began to cave in. He felt like a tube of toothpaste that was being squeezed. "I think I'm going to throw up." Mitch did his best to keep his cool as his waist caved in on itself. Feeling the change subside, Mitch instinctively ran his hands across his tiny flat belly to make sure his now contoured dress wasn't wrinkled. "Yeah... Um anyways, dude in the back. How would you make my costume better? And please say smaller boobs." Mitch placed his hand on his chest as he tried to catch his breath.
"Bruh no way." Jaxson said with a shit grin on his face. "You wanna make the costume better, you need cleavage bruh. Fuck that modest neckline shit. Put those fun bags on display with like a plunging split v-neck or something. Really show dem' titties off!" Abby elbowed Jaxson in the stomach and the trio began to bicker back and forth.
Seeing an opportunity to escape Mitch darted between Abby and Kayleigh and took off down the sidewalk. "O fuck this feels so weird." Mitch thought as he hurried down the sidewalk. His gait seemed different now. Each step felt more deliberate and dainty. "That was so stupid." Mitch sighed as he came to stop. "I should have just kept my mouth shut." A cool breeze across Mitch's chest caused him to look down. "Fuuuuuck me." Mitch groaned as he starred down at a valley of cleavage. Mitch pulled his eyes away from his breasts to check his surroundings. "Okay. At least I'm alone." Mitch mumbled looking back down at his proudly displayed breasts. The once crew-neck dress was now split down the front. Feeling underneath his green neckerchief Mitch found a thin strap of fabric that seemed to be preventing the straps of his dress from splitting apart and falling off his shoulders. "This is ridiculous..." Mitch said as he ran his finger down the hemline of his dress. "It's split all the way down below my breasts?" Mitch gently pushed his left breast to the side. "The dress has like a reinforced waist band or belt now..." Mitch gently gave the hemline next to his nipple a inquisitive tug. "I'm using boob-tape? Wait, what's boob-tape?" Mitch's mind was suddenly overwhelm by a tsunami of knowledge. "Of course I know what boob-tape is... Why wouldn't I? I tailored this dress that I bought off Etsy..." Mitch continued to wade through his new memories. "I would never buy a costume from Spirit Halloween... But I did buy this one there... No! It came from Etsy... I can't buy regular clothes for this body... That's why I learned to sew... I don't know how to sew. I'm not some woman... But I do know to sew because of my breasts... I don't have breasts!..." Mitch brought his hands up and covered his eyes as he tried to regain control.
"Calm breaths." Mitch told himself as he stood there with his eyes closed. "I'm in control. I control my destiny. I can beat this magic." Feeling a renewed sense of calm wash over his body Mitch opened his eyes back up. "Okay." Mitch turned to look back towards the party. "I've got to be more careful, but I can't waste any more time. If I wait too long I'm going to be fucked...." Mitch thought back to Elli's description of the queen of the trailer park. "That makes me want to throw up. That life would be worse than death." Mitch mumbled looking down at his partially transformed body. "But... It would be nice to not have to work... And I would love to be spoiled... Maybe I could be a baddie... I bet being a baddie is easy." Mitch looked up from his prodigious breasts and back towards the party. "I'll prove you wrong Elli. I'll become a spoiled baddie! I'll show her that you don't need that female empowerment bullshit to have a good life!"
