I had a sudden, intense burst of inspiration over the past few days, and was able to channel it into no less than five captions! Wow. Three in one sort of loose series, and two in another. (There was also significant progress toward another part of TBRE, although I guess not many people are as interested in that.) But as I went to actually turn the captions I'd written into images, I realized the former were all probably too long to make readable image-style captions out of. So they're three "standalone stories" instead, and this is the first one. Expect the rest of that output to show up over the next week or two as well.
Anyway, hope you like them.
Miranda was the girl everyone came to when they had problems. She was a tall, gorgeous, fiery redhead with a mysterious aura about her, and somehow she always seemed to know the right thing to say or do to get people past their problems. Rumors had it that sometimes, even when her advice itself wasn't particularly great, the troubles people asked her about would simply...go away all on their own afterward. That was why, when he asked her out on a date and she said yes, Dan was the happiest he'd been in his entire life. The second date was like a dream, too, and when she agreed to a third...he started to think they might start going steady.
Unfortunately, these were the very same
reasons he was crushed when she confessed to not really being
interested in him—at least not romantically. Like anyone his age,
Dan took the words "just friends" the way a criminal would
a death sentence, and spent the night in his room sobbing and barely
even speaking to his roommate. "It's just not fair," he
said. "She doesn't know what it's like!" After all, someone
as beautiful and well-liked as her could get a date with anyone. Dan,
on the other hand, was a loser, something of a nerd, tall but thin;
by no stretch of the imagination was he attractive.
Eric tried to comfort his roommate that
night, and had both of them convinced he'd be over it before too
long—after all, there was a lot more to life than being with a
girl. But it had been a week, and Dan was still completely
despondent. It was so bad, his classwork was starting to suffer.
Ironically enough, this was the very kind of situation Miranda was
supposed to be good and remedying—but it wasn't like he could ask
her for help when she was the one who'd caused it! As much as he
tried to simply get his mind off of the whole thing, it just wouldn't
take. That Friday night, Dan went to sleep in quiet tears. At least
his roommate didn't need to suffer just because he was.
When he did finally go to sleep, Dan
found himself in an unusually lucid dream. He was aware he was asleep
and dreaming, and he was standing—or perhaps even floating—in a
perfectly white void. In a strange, undefinable motion that could
only make sense in a dream, a speck in the distance appeared and
instantly/slowly approached until its form became fully clear. It was
Miranda, standing before him and looking just as she had the night
she'd broken up with him. Or—since maybe that wasn't a fair way to
put it—the night she'd decided they should stop dating.
"What do you want?" he said,
in some anger. Even though it wasn't really her, the sight brought up
all of the sadness and frustration he'd felt ever since that night at
once.
"I want to clear the air,"
she replied quietly, in a calm but firm voice. "I didn't mean to
lead you on, Dan. But the truth is that I was merely interested in
getting to know you, and saw agreeing to a few dates as an expedient
way to accomplish that. Once I realized that you thought it was
serious, I knew it would only harm both of us to continue. It was my
mistake to misread your feelings for so long, and I am sorry. But you
cannot force someone to feel something which they do not."
“I..I know that," he said, tears
starting to come down his face. "I know that!"
"So...what do you want?"
she asked.
"I just...look at you," Dan
waved toward her. "You're so attractive, and smart, and
nice...everyone likes you. I wish I could be like that."
"Dan...you're already smart, and
really nice," she said, "at least when you're not like
this. And I believe more people like you than you believe. Why do you
think I was interested in you in the first place?"
"I—I don't know." He
sniffed.
"Well...if it's so great a concern
to you, then perhaps we can fix that third thing," she said,
bringing her right arm up, her hand just within his reach. "Are
you willing to give it a try?"
"Um..." He wasn't sure what
that meant—how could some dream make him more attractive?
Then again, it was a dream, so maybe it wasn't supposed to
make sense. Still, the offer was one he would have taken in real life
if he really believed in it, so...why not? Dan reached his hand
forward and took hers. Giving a small nod, Miranda pulled herself
closer and placed her other hand on his chest for a second. It glowed
a bright shade of red that rivaled that of her hair, and then she
pulled back to where she'd been before, letting go of his hand. "Let
me know what you think in the morning."
"Huh?" Dan didn't know what
that meant, but that didn't seem to matter to her. She disappeared in
much the same way she had arrived, leaving him with a strange, warm
feeling where her hand had been. He brought his hand up to that spot,
feeling it, and to his surprise the warmth spread to his hand—and
also outward from the spot, up toward his neck and down along his
stomach. It felt kind of nice, like the warmth of sitting by a fire
after being out in the cold on a winter night.
The day before, Eric had approached
Miranda in the cafeteria at lunch. "Hello," she said,
giving her usual slight smile. "What troubles you?" As
usual, it was obvious to her when someone needed help. Dan's roommate
took a seat across from her, setting down his tray of food.
"Dude, my roommate won't quit
moping!" he said. "Since you turned him down, he won't stop
obsessing over it."
"That's...too bad." She shook
her head slightly. "I didn't think it was that serious for him.
I thought he would be mature enough to move past it, even if it was."
"Is there anything I can do? Or
you? I mean, besides the obvious." Eric shrugged. "He
doesn't sleep, he barely eats; I think he's getting behind on
homework, too."
Once the warmth had made its way all
across Dan's body, it seemed to be accompanied by a mild tingling
sensation, and then by something tickling his cheeks..? He reached a
hand up to try and figure out what it was, and discovered that his
hair was actually growing longer. It flitted down across the back of
his neck, too, as locks quickly fell nearly in his eyes and past his
head, then onto his shoulders. His dark brown hair felt silky soft as
it flowed across his hands, as though it had been carefully groomed
his entire life. Plus, with his hand up there his eyes caught sight
of a motion on the rest of the arm; focusing on that he saw the hairs
there getting shorter, retracting inward as though they were growing
in reverse.
"Why's my hair..?" he
muttered quietly, confused, but then he felt a slight pressure
against the top of his head and shoulders, quickly joined by the
distinct impression that he was shrinking. He looked around; the
blank landscape of the dream made it difficult to really tell, but he
could swear the endless expanse of blank white ground was getting
closer and the "sky" slowly rising around him. Besides,
when he looked down he detected the hem of his shirt sinking lower on
his hips, and it was starting to seem looser on his shoulders too, as
though he was not merely getting shorter but smaller that way, too.
The heat across his arms, legs, and
stomach turned to pressure too—though a much gentler pressure than
that on top of him; in combination with that warmth it was like a
relaxing massage. "Mn—mmh..?" He shuddered slightly,
enjoying the sensation in spite of himself, and when he looked down
he could see his arms and lower legs slimming, his hands and feet
slowly shrinking; his shirt grew looser across his stomach as it
became shorter and slimmer at the sides, further diminishing his
size.
"That won't do at all."
Miranda reached over into her bag, dug around, and eventually
produced a flower with bright red petals before laying it carefully
onto a free part of the table. "I think I can trust you with
something private, can't I?"
"Well, uh..I guess so." Eric
scratched his head, trying to decipher the purpose of the flower in
this conversation.
"The truth is that I am a witch.
When my advice isn't enough to help people...I usually turn to magic.
There's a little of it on this—" she indicated the flower—
"enough for me to arrange something I think could help."
"Wha..?" In a daze, Dan ran a
hand through his soft hair again; it now ran down to the small of his
back, and the hand running through it looked strangely small, with
slim, delicate fingers ending in well-manicured nails. He'd finally
stopped getting smaller now, but his arms were skinny as rails, his
shirt was threatening to slip entirely off his slender shoulders and
trailing as low as his thighs, and the tingling—gone from the rest
of his body by now—was returning with some intensity between his
legs, a sensation both uncomfortable and yet, at the same time,
bizarrely pleasant.
"I-I...I'm so sma~all.." Dan
muttered, running a hand down the side of his body and finding a
sharp inward curve to his stomach hiding beneath the oversized shirt.
His voice cracked slightly when he spoke, and then he let out a
surprised "Aah!" at a slight, sharp tugging motion between
his legs and heard a voice higher in pitch than his own come out.
"Aa~ah..?" he tried again, and heard it pull higher still
in the middle of the sound. "M-my, voi~ice..." It changed
again as he said it. "It's.." This time he sounded like a
young boy. "I-I'm..!"
Another sharp tug interrupted him,
drawing a startled "Aah!" followed by an unexpected
outburst of "Mmmm~mmnnhh..!" as he actually felt himself
shrinking all the more rapidly down there..and furthermore, enjoying
it more. His voice floated up out of masculine range entirely during
this sound, and he began to understand—to consciously realize—just
what was happening to him.
"I'm not really sure I believe
you, but...at the same time.." Eric mulled it over in his head.
"Well—how's this supposed to help, then?"
"I think he needs a confrontation,
but it would be embarrassing in anything but complete private. And he
isn't the kind of person who would seek that out or agree to it. So I
intend to speak with him in a dream." She pushed the flower
toward him slightly. "Simply set this next to him once he's
asleep, and I'll take care of the rest. Believe me or don't, just try
this one thing for me, please? If he isn't feeling better in the
morning then you can come back and throw it in my face."
"Well...okay." He picked it
up. "I guess it can't hurt to try it out, at least."
Dan's manhood began to melt away,
drawing a pleased "Ah, aah...ooh..." from his lips and
causing his eyes to slowly close as he squirmed in place. With each
sound, his voice deepened again, steadily maturing from a young
girl's voice toward that of a woman. And indeed—somehow,
impossibly, he was transforming into a girl! Parts of him
wanted to fight it, but it just felt so good; and from the
moment he'd felt the softness of his hair, the way it tickled his
cheeks and run across his shoulders and back...he might not have
admitted it right away, but he liked it. "Oo~ooh..!" His
face burned with an intense blush as the final tugging, slipping
sensation began; Dan was addicted now, too busy enjoying every second
of it to question a single thing. "Aa~aaAAAahhh..!" Away it
went, then, and a gentle upward push into the pit of Dan's stomach
was accompanied by a deeply pleasant, fuzzy, tingly sensation down
there as her womanhood all formed into place at once. "Aa~aahhnn~nn!"
she cried out in a deep, mature, womanly alto as her newfound sex
supplied her with her first taste of its kind of pleasure, and she
found herself instantly addicted.
"Hff...ff.." Dan panted, her
slender arms pulled close around her. Her eyes fluttered open to see
that the space in front of her had turned into a mirror, cutting the
impossibly wide dream-space in two and showing her an image of
herself as she now was. Her dark brown hair framed a pretty, round
face wonderfully; her eyes had somehow changed to a piercing, bright
red shade which she immediately took a liking to. "W-wow..."
she mumbled, enraptured. However, turning her eyes downward she found
that her boyish shirt and pants fit awkwardly across her body, which
seemed annoyingly flat to her—at least until she noticed the warmth
and tingling starting to reappear across her chest and hips.
"Heheh.." Dan giggled softly.
Her shirt split apart at the hips, the lower part fluttering out into
a short, yellow skirt; her pants slid down off her hips and split
apart, shrinking into a pair of tight black thigh-high stockings. The
top of her shirt gained long sleeves and pulled itself close against
her slender shoulders and arms as well as her slim, flat belly, but
remained suspiciously loose across the chest. The boxers turned into
a pair of soft, tight panties in an instant, before they could even
be seen past the part of the shirt turning into a skirt.
Then the sensations across her chest
and hips grew strong enough to start affecting her, with a loosening
sensation similar, yet opposite, to the pressing massage-like one
from before. It came with a clearly visible widening of her hips, her
butt and thighs plumping outward to give her a shapely lower third of
a figure. Dan's chest was not to be forgotten either, as
suddenly-sensitive skin pushed its way out across the soft cloth of
her top, drawing more of the pleasant tingling between her legs she'd
already grown so fond of. "Oo~oh..." she murmured, calmly
enjoying the sensation while eagerly watching as a pair of bumps rose
up from her chest in the mirror, then began to swell faster and
faster, especially once her hips finished up, straining the material
of the top and forcing it to grow along with them. Before long the
girl in the mirror was grinning down at two large, round breasts that
perfectly filled out a lovely hourglass figure.
There was only one word she had for her
newfound appearance: Beautiful. And she wouldn't have it any other
way.
Eric wasn't sure what he was expecting
the following morning, when he sat up in bed and turned around—but
it certainly wasn't this! Where his roommate was supposed to
be was a voluptuous girl lying on her back, sleeping peacefully
despite the fact that her covers were mostly thrown off of the bed,
the last bits of them loosely draped around her in a totally
unhelpful fashion. The flower from Dan's nightstand was missing,
too—except that some of its petals seemed to have scattered
themselves around the girl somehow.
"Uh..D-dan?!" He stood up,
wondering why his first thought was that this even was his
roommate and not a member of some elaborate prank—but then, after
all, Miranda had made some wild claims the day before.
"Mmh.." Her eyes opened
slowly, her face still alight with a recent blush. Her right arm
reached up and patted her hair for a second, her left crossing just
under her chest and pushing upward slightly a couple of times, as
though checking that the breasts there were real. After this, she
turned her head to one side to face him. "Oh, hey Eric,"
she said. "Um...wha'happened?"
"Dude..!" Despite the
expression of confusion, she was smiling...and her blush was a little
brighter since she'd looked at him.
"Miranda!" Later that
morning, the redheaded witch was approached by Eric, a girl following
along next to him. She stopped walking, allowing them to catch up.
"Dude, your...flower thing did something really weird," he
said.
"Hmm." Putting two and two
together, she looked at the girl. "Dan?"
"Yeah. Uh..."
"That is rather strange.
The spell I used is only supposed to moderately tweak your appearance
to what you'd consider an attractive version of yourself. Nothing so
drastic as that is meant to result."
"So you did do this,
though?" she said.
"Mmhm. I can reverse it if you
like, although...you appear to be rather pleased with it." The
new girl's giddy, flushed grin had not escaped her notice.
"Yeah! I um..it's really weird,
but I do like this. Like, a lot."
"What's with the eyes,
though?" Eric interjected.
"Hmm?" Looking closer, the
witch saw what he meant. "I see...my magic having such a sharp
effect left a mark. I can reverse that alone if you want, as well."
"I think they're cute, though..."
Dan rocked back and forth, blushing.
"All right. You may change your
mind about the whole thing in a month or so. But I see no reason to
upset things now if you're happy."
After that, Miranda gave Dan something
she never had while she was a boy—her number. "Contact me if
you need any help...adjusting, Dan. Or if you change your mind,"
she said.
"Umm...could you call me Dana?"
she asked shyly after a second's hesitation.
"As you like," the witch
nodded, entering that as her name in the phone. After that, she
continued on her way, leaving the two of them alone.
"Thank you!" the new girl
called after her, waving. "Well..I guess I've got some new
clothes to buy," she said, half-turning toward her roommate.
"I'm still shocked you're so happy
about this," he said, rubbing the back of his head. "Well—I
guess I'll go with you. I-I mean, since the whole thing is a little
bit my fault anyway."
"Heheh." He was blushing, and
now so was she. This was exciting, Dana thought.
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