Heart's Desire
The summer of their sophomore year of college, Morgan invited his two roommates along for a vacation down near the sunny coast. Allen was all for it, but Ethan they had to more or less drag along. Yet...Morgan was sure they'd done the right thing when he sneaked a look in his reluctant friend's direction as they got out of the car at the hotel and saw him smiling up at the setting sun.
The first thing they did, of course,
was unpack at the hotel. Ethan pretended to sulk in a corner, so
Morgan turned his attention to his other roommate..who was busy
unpacking a pair of dumbbells. “Dude, what are those doing
in your suitcase? This is a vacation, y'know.”
“Well, there's no vacation from bein'
buff,” said Al, pumping one of them up and down.
“You coulda at least asked me if it
was okay! All that weight's killin' my gas mileage.”
“You tell me how much it costs and
I'll pay you back.”
“Okay, fine. Hey, hey egghead!”
Morgan stomped over in his general direction. “How much more gas do
a hundred pounds of weights waste?”
Ethan glared at him for what felt like a long time. Morgan even started to think he might have crossed the line and made him mad. But then he said, “...What? I thought we were on vacation.” And the whole hotel room burst into laughter.
Ethan glared at him for what felt like a long time. Morgan even started to think he might have crossed the line and made him mad. But then he said, “...What? I thought we were on vacation.” And the whole hotel room burst into laughter.
It was almost noon by the time Morgan
woke up the next morning. Ethan, of course, had been up for hours and
was on his computer already, while Al was sleeping on top of the
covers, still in his clothes from the day before. “Hey!” he
yelled, sitting up, and getting both of them to look in his general
direction. “What are we doin' still here? Let's go look around town
or go to the beach or somethin'!”
Allen yawned loudly, “Yeah, lemme
just take a shower real quick..” and lay back in bed.
“I'll give you a shower in bed if that's what you want,” said Morgan, picking up a glass of water menacingly.
“I'll give you a shower in bed if that's what you want,” said Morgan, picking up a glass of water menacingly.
“I'm up, I'm up!”
While he stumbled his way to the bathroom, Ethan took off his
headphones and started looking for interesting places to go.
They
wound up mostly driving around town and finding about half of the
places the Internet had said existed closed. But they did manage to
find a really good place for supper, and on the drive back, Morgan
stopped the car in front of something they hadn't
seen on the map. “Hey, look, a fair!” he said. “You wanna go to
the fair?”
“Sure, whatever,” said Ethan, shrugging. He'd given up on pretending to hate being here by now, and was mostly just along for the ride.
“Sure, whatever,” said Ethan, shrugging. He'd given up on pretending to hate being here by now, and was mostly just along for the ride.
“Yeah, maybe
they've got a strength test,” Allen added, flexing.
On their way in, Morgan said, “Hey,
you guys wanna go to the beach tomorrow?”
“I guess we might as well,” said
Ethan. “Sun'll do me some good, probably.”
“Heck yeah,” said Al, “I've been training my whole life for showin' off on the beach.”
He raised his arms to flex, but Morgan elbowed him in the side. “Hey, leave some of the beach babes for me, alright?”
“Heck yeah,” said Al, “I've been training my whole life for showin' off on the beach.”
He raised his arms to flex, but Morgan elbowed him in the side. “Hey, leave some of the beach babes for me, alright?”
Near closing time
at the fair, they ran into one of those “fortune-teller” games,
but not one any of them had exactly seen before. It was called
“Heart's Desire”, and rather than claiming to tell a person's
future it said it could “read and grant your deepest desires...for
a price!” Well, the 'price' was apparently only 25¢, so they
decided to give it a go.
Allen
went first, inserting his quarter and putting his hand on the little
crystal orb thing when it lit up. It glowed and pulsed like a blue
lava lamp for a moment, and finally the machine spat out a small
ticket and shut down. He pulled out the ticket and looked at it.
“..Huh.”
“What?” said Morgan, trying to see it over his shoulder.
“What?” said Morgan, trying to see it over his shoulder.
“Seems kinda
weirdly specific,” said Allen, pulling it out of Morgan's sight in
the process of handing it to Ethan.
“It says..'You shall lose your most valued asset, but gain that which it never gave you'. That sounds pretty generic to me.”
“It says..'You shall lose your most valued asset, but gain that which it never gave you'. That sounds pretty generic to me.”
“Well, you try it
then,” he said, half-shoving Morgan at it.
“Okay, okay,
sheesh!”
He put his hand on
the orb, and could swear he felt a bit of static or something going
through his palms when it glowed. Soon another ticket came out, and
he read it aloud immediately: “'You shall find yourself surrounded
by immaculate beauty but unable to fully appreciate it.' What does
that even mean? Am I gonna go into a coma in an art museum?”
“Well, at least
it has some kind of edge to it,” said Ethan. “Most things like
this will just give good news or generic advice, these sound more
like, I dunno, curses? I'm gonna try.” After handing Allen's ticket
back to him, Ethan did the same thing and got his own ticket. He read
it to them: “'You shall find it harder to gather your thoughts, but
easier to keep going.' I wonder what this means...”
“Well, it's just a carnival game,” said Morgan. “It probably doesn't mean anything.”
“Yeah..” Ethan nodded, but pocketed his ticket and frowned.
Al looked around.
“Well, looks like they're closin' down anyway. You wanna head
back?”
“Yeah, sure.”
They went to bed a little earlier that
night, so Morgan was awake only a couple of hours after sunrise. He
sat up and yelled “Beach day!” loud enough to possibly wake up
their next-door neighbors, and looked around to see Ethan fully
dressed and covering his ears, and Allen putting his pillow over his
head. “Aww c'mon, we gotta get out there before all the babes
leave.”
“I'm pretty sure the women will still be there this afternoon,” said Ethan dryly.
“I'm pretty sure the women will still be there this afternoon,” said Ethan dryly.
“Yeah, lemme sleep.”
“There's plenty of time for sleep when we get back home!” Morgan pulled at Al's pillow and wound up in a tug-of-war which he of course lost, but in the process Al pulled himself right off the bed and onto the floor with a loud clunk.
“There's plenty of time for sleep when we get back home!” Morgan pulled at Al's pillow and wound up in a tug-of-war which he of course lost, but in the process Al pulled himself right off the bed and onto the floor with a loud clunk.
After several
seconds, he sat up and shrugged. “Well, guess I'm awake now. Dibs
on first shower!”
“Hey!” He got
the bathroom door shut and locked before Morgan could reach it.
“Glad I take them at night,” said Ethan.
“Glad I take them at night,” said Ethan.
“Like you'd have
a problem anyway, as early as you're always up.”
Allen came out
already wearing his trunks, and Morgan decided to follow suit after
his own shower. Then he stared at Ethan from just inside their hotel
room's door, blocking him from leaving, until he shrugged and went to
change himself. So they were all in swim trunks and t-shirts on their
way down to breakfast, and went out to the car as soon as they were
fed.
They
walked out onto a beach devoid of people. “Huh...seems pretty
empty,” said Morgan, looking around.
“Uuugh, I told you it was too early,” said Allen.
“No you didn't, you told me 'dibs on first shower'!”
“Uuugh, I told you it was too early,” said Allen.
“No you didn't, you told me 'dibs on first shower'!”
“You know what
I—huh?”
Al
paused at a lock of hair appearing in front of his eyes, just as his
two friends both noticed his hair visibly growing longer. Not just
that: Its dark color was lightening, and gaining a bluish tint! “What
th..” he started, but then gasped, crossing his arms and
shuddering. Suddenly he was starting to shrink, becoming shorter and
slimmer all at once. His hair grew out to frame a face that was
quickly becoming smaller and rounder; his trunks began to tighten
while his shirt split down the middle from the bottom up. Morgan
couldn't help but stare in shock as he saw Allen's hard-earned
six-pack beginning to fade away, his stomach becoming thinner and
flatter by the second, his beefy arms and legs slimming down and
steadily losing their tone.
As he changed,
Allen made noises: Surprised “Aah”s and “Mmh!”s that were a
bit higher in pitch every time one came out. His trunks lost their
leggings and became increasingly tight between his legs, showing off
a bulge there that was definitely smaller than it should have been,
and now became smaller still. He finally stopped getting shorter and
thinner once his muscles had completely vanished, along with most of
his body and facial hair, and suddenly it occurred to Morgan that his
friend was looking...awfully girly now. His head-hair had turned a
bright blue color by now, and grown out all the way to his hips..hips
that were starting to widen slightly, complementing the inward curve
his stomach now had.
Al's shirt had lost
its sleeves and most of its collar while Morgan wasn't looking, and
now just had a couple of frilly bits of cloth going out from what
looked an awful lot like a bra. In fact..he looked down again, and
saw that his friend had become completely flat between the legs, the
trunks having turned fully into a tight little bikini top that showed
off her decidedly female body very well.
The newly-made
girl's eyes slowly opened as a flower ornament appeared in her hair,
followed by it pulling itself together into a pair of long twintails
held together with little ribbons. “I-I..wha..?” she started, her
face reddening as she looked up at the two men, and then suddenly
burst out into a fit of giggles. Suddenly her chest started to expand
forward, pushing and stretching the bikini top as a pair of
rapidly-growing bumps. She doubled over in laughter, her slender arms
wrapping around herself just under the increasingly large breasts,
and then gasped for air as they finally stopped growing, catching her
breath as she stood back up, grinning brightly.
Ethan started,
“A-Allen..what just—?”
“I
get it! Ohmygosh, this feels great!”
she said, twirling happily in place and then suddenly tackling Morgan
into a hug. He awkwardly returned it, unsure of how to feel about his
friend's new breasts pressed up against him. “It's a blessing and
a curse!” she said, disengaging.
“What
is? What are you talking about?” said Ethan.
“Dude, you just turned into a chick!” added Morgan, helpfully.
“Dude, you just turned into a chick!” added Morgan, helpfully.
“I know I know!
But like, see, I stopped being buff and all that stuff, 'cause that's
what I valued, but I feel...happy! Like, really great!”
“You
mean..you didn't like
being strong?” said Ethan, who seemed to have caught on to
something Morgan hadn't yet.
“Well,
I mean I did, but it
was always such hard work, and sometimes I didn't feel like it was
getting me anything, or like it was any fun. But now..I feel..” she
giggled again. “Oh, wait! So, if my ticket thing came true, does
that mean you guys' will too?”
“Ticket
thing...like at the fair?” said Morgan. “You think that
had something to do with this?”
“I...suppose it makes sense,” said Ethan, putting a hand to his chin. “I mean, it's...like...sort of what his ticket said.” He suddenly looked around at the beach. “Man, it's really pretty here. I kinda wanna just...run around on the sand, or like..play in the water or something...”
“I...suppose it makes sense,” said Ethan, putting a hand to his chin. “I mean, it's...like...sort of what his ticket said.” He suddenly looked around at the beach. “Man, it's really pretty here. I kinda wanna just...run around on the sand, or like..play in the water or something...”
Morgan gave Ethan a very confused look; what had just come out of his mouth sounded nothing like himself. “Uh, are you okay?” he said.
“Yeah, I think so, why?” Ethan tilted his head slightly (also a bit uncharacteristic).
“You were sort of
talking weird..”
“It's your
ticket!” said Allen, suddenly hopping in front of him. “'Cause
you're having trouble concentrating, right?”
“I, uh..yeah, like..I mean...”
fumbled Ethan, shaking his head uncertainly. “Hey, I feel kinda
strange..” He put his hand up to his face and Morgan noticed that
he was beginning to get smaller.
“Dude, y-you're shrinking!” he
said.
He looked around. “Hey, yeah, l-look
at that,” he said nervously, in a slightly higher voice than
before. “I feel really strange down in my, uh..” he said a little
more quietly, his voice's pitch changed even more. “Um...”
Ethan's trunks shifted almost instantly
into a flowery, frilly bikini bottom, showing that what made him male
was rapidly disappearing. Then his shirt started pulling tighter
against his body as he continued to get smaller, showing his slight
gut slowly sucking itself in and his shoulders narrowing. “Am I
gonna, like..” he started, sounding like a young boy, “..be a
girl...too?” He bent over, looking down at the bikini bottom and
the positively tiny bulge within. “Whoa...aaaah...aaaah!” His
voice started at the same pitch, then pulled up to about the same
range as Allen's, then suddenly went much
higher as the bikini visibly flattened between Ethan's legs.
“Ohmygosh,
oooh-mygosh!” she said, as her body rapidly changed further to
reflect her new sex. Her body hair disappeared, her chest immediately
springing forward into a bikini top under her shirt that probably
hadn't been there before while her stomach curved inward and her hips
and butt pushed their way out. Her hair grew out to her shoulders,
not nearly as long as Allen's but enough to frame her suddenly very
cute face and make her look very girly; a few little flower hairpins
appeared in it as well, which also helped along the impression.
As her breasts
pushed out again, growing even bigger than Allen's, Ethan suddenly
burst out into her own fit of laughter, but she recovered from it
much quicker. “Woo-hoo!” she shouted suddenly, jumping up into
the air (which made her new assets bounce around a bit) and waving
excitedly. “I feel like I could do anything, like, run a marathon
or swim across the whooole ocean! Well, like, maybe not the whole
ocean 'cuz that's pretty far, but like, maybe the English channel
or something!”
“You're, uh, not
upset about suddenly being a chick?” said Morgan, too confused by
this whole situation to even be in shock.
“Like, why would
I care about that? Besides, I'm kinda good-looking, right?” she
said, leaning up at him a bit.
“Um, y-yeah..”
“Um, y-yeah..”
“Soo,” said
Allen, “If what that carnival game said about us came true,
I guess something might happen to you too?”
“I, hope not?”
Morgan realized that the first part already had. Both of his
roommates...? Former roommates..? Well, nearby friends at any rate,
had suddenly turned into absolutely gorgeous girls. But what
did it mean about not being able to fully appreciate it? He looked
around apprehensively, worried something terrible was going to happen
to him soon. Meanwhile the girls looked at him expectantly, both of
them looking less concerned and more just eagerly curious about what
would happen next.
And then Morgan
started to feel a strange tingling coming across his face. He slowly
reached a hand up and felt it, and discovered that his skin there was
suddenly soft, silky smooth to the touch, and totally hairless. The
tingling started to spread downward. across his neck and shoulders to
his arms and torso, and he looked at his arm to see most of its hairs
starting to retreat back into his skin, like watching a time-lapse of
grass growing in reverse. “Oh..oh no...” he muttered, beginning
to suspect that the major theme of his friends' changes was on its
way to him.
Indeed, as the
tingling spread down through his midsection to his groin and legs,
Morgan began to see his friends, and the ground, slowly rising up
toward him as he began to lose height. “No..no..!” he said, but
heard the slightest change in his voice. His trunks began to pull
closer against his body, while his shirt split open down the middle,
suddenly turning into a short-sleeved cloth jacket. “I..I wanna
stay a guy!” he said, his voice noticeably higher now.
Morgan felt a
slight squeezing feeling across his body, especially his arms and
legs, as he begin to get thinner; he felt hair tickling the sides of
his face as it grew out. “M-make it stop..!” he said, as he felt
his trunks pull closer between his legs, and the beginning of a
gentle tugging down there. The shorts crawled up his legs a bit, not
losing their leggings entirely but becoming considerably shorter,
while the jacket pulled closer against his arms and shoulders,
shrinking along with him.
“Aww, come on,
like, it's not that bad,” said Ethan.
“Yeah, it's kinda nice actually,” added Allen, and Morgan looked at her to find to his shock that the top of her head was now his eye level.
“Yeah, it's kinda nice actually,” added Allen, and Morgan looked at her to find to his shock that the top of her head was now his eye level.
“B-but I, I..!”
he protested incoherently, his voice sounding like a little boy
trying to imitate his father. He felt the tugging between his legs
shift into a kind of inward slipping sensation as the tiny shorts his
trunks had turned into became steadily more comfortable between his
legs; the squeezing sensation had largely stopped, leaving him very
slender and feminine in shape, which only got worse as a slight push
from his hips signaled their growth outward, along with the rounding
out of his bottom.
He looked at the
girls again to find he was now the same height as Allen, but
everything was still slowly crawling up around him. “N-no...” a
low but decidedly girlish voice came from his lips as he felt the
sensation between his legs change again, the thing he'd had there all
his life starting to get strangely numb. “No..!” Now he was at
Ethan's eye level, and still going down...and the shorts pulled snug
against Morgan's now-flat groin...!
“Nooooo!” An
unmistakably girly voice yelled from Morgan's mouth as she felt
something new in place down there, something that signaled the end of
her life as a man. She now saw that she was the shortest of the three
girls by at least an inch or so, and suddenly felt very small and
impotent. But she was distracted from that by the feeling of
something pulling itself close around her neck and back, and cloth
lightly touching her nipples. She looked down to find that a bikini
top had somehow appeared around her still quite flat chest, just in
time to start to feel a resurgence of the earlier tingling across her
chest.
Two little bumps
formed there under the top as the tingling subsided, and then there
was another pushing sensation, much stronger than her hips earlier,
as the bumps began to expand outward.
“Nn..aah..” Her
chest was suddenly very sensitive, and feeling the new skin rub and
press against the bikini top gave her strange, unfamiliar sensations
down in her new equipment. “..Mnhh..!” She felt her entire face
heat up as she realized just how nice those sensations were.
And even though the new top from nowhere was growing itself to fit
her each time, her new breasts kept straining against it. She kept
making those sounds for a good several seconds as they slowly grew
into place, until finally there was one especially hard push, along
with a surprised “AAAaah!” from her lips as they settled into
their final size.
She looked down at
her new body with a scowl, still blushing brightly, and glared at the
other two girls, angry at...well, at something, anyway! “Wh-why did
we have to go to that fair anyway!” she yelled, “I..I didn't
wanna, turn into a girl..!” Seemingly out of nowhere, Morgan was on
the verge of tears.
“Aww, I'm
sorry..” Allen wrapped her arms around Morgan again, and she
automatically returned the hug, leaning her head on the slightly
taller girl's shoulder and sobbing slightly. She became even more
upset as she realized that she was hugging a very pretty girl now,
and didn't feel...anything! Well, sure, she could feel Al's
new breasts pressing against her, but it was just...yeah, they were
there. This blessing or curse or whatever had taken away Morgan's
attraction to girls entirely.
But slowly, she
pulled herself out of it, sniffing. “Uh, th-thanks, Ally,” she
said, and then paused. “I, I mean..” For some reason she felt
like Ally really was her friend's name, even though she knew it was
Allen. She turned to the other girl, “E-Ella?” she said, and then
realized she'd said the wrong name there too. “What's going on?!”
“Like, I think
the magic or whatever is changing more than just our bodies, and
minds and stuff,” said Ella.
Morgan wasn't sure
what she meant at first, but then she started to remember walking
onto this beach as a girl...with Ally and Ella, both also girls, of
course. And driving here in the same state, and waking up this
morning, and all of yesterday, except for seeing that strange machine
at the carnival. She wasn't forgetting what had really happened, but
somehow her rapidly-forming memories of the past week...month...year,
felt rather real.
There was a dazed
look on Ally's face, and Ella was tilting her head nearly to a right
angle, suggesting they were experiencing much the same thing. She
remembered starting college as a girl, and going through high
school...puberty...growing up in general. Before she knew it, Morgan
felt as if she'd been female her whole life.
Somehow she felt
completely sure that if she went back to the hotel, or called home,
or drove back to college, everyone else would remember that new
version of events. It was hard to put her finger on the source of
that confidence, besides just guessing that it was more weird magic
stuff. “Ugh..this is even worse, now I can't even prove I used to
be a guy,” she moaned.
“But, like, you
don't have to explain what's happened to anyone, either,” said
Ella.
“It's okay, we've
been through the same thing,” added Ally.
“No you haven't!
You two got all, giddy and happy when you turned into girls! I just
feel like, like I'm suddenly tiny, and w-weak, and an emotional
wreck,” said Morgan, her voice cracking near the end as a new
crying fit loomed.
“Hey, hey..”
Ally put a hand to her face and wiped a few of her tears off, and
somehow this did make her feel a little better. “It'll be okay.
We're here for ya anyway. Besides, we're at the beach...maybe we can
just have some fun?”
“Yeah, yeah!” said Ella, hopping around again.
“Yeah, yeah!” said Ella, hopping around again.
Morgan sniffed and
managed to calm down. “Yeah, I..I guess,” she said, still upset
but at least not feeling like she was about to break out sobbing
again. “Uh..”
She paused, looking
around and discovering the beach suddenly fully populated, just as
much as she'd expected when first walking here. “..Where'd all
these people come from?”
“My best guess
is, like, more magic stuff,” said Ella quietly. And then, “Hey,
let's get a photo!” She pointed to a guy sitting at a booth with a
camera, and Morgan realized slightly to her own horror that he was
kind of..cute? Which meant she was not only not attracted to girls,
but was actually feeling very attracted to boys just now.
No sooner had that
revelation hit than the excited girl was grabbing her hand and
leading her over, Ally following gracefully after them. Before she
knew it, Morgan was stuck in the middle of a girl-sandwich pose,
simultaneously blushing at the pleasant feeling she'd gotten between
her legs when the photographer had called her and her friends
gorgeous and frowning at this overall turn of events.
She thought maybe
she could find the fair and the game there again, or some other kind
of magic stuff, and turn herself back to normal. Her friends were
having fun, but she just wanted to go back to being a guy! But then
Ella spotted an ice cream stand and she was being pulled along again.
“C'mon, like, I'll buy!” she said, and Morgan slid her hand out
of the other girl's grip to just walk there herself.
The next morning, a few hours after sunrise, Morgan woke up and stretched, and looked around to find Ella hugging her pillow and Ally face-down under the covers. “Hey, wake up!” she said, and Ally pulled the pillow over her head. So she went and pulled at it to get it off, getting into a tug-of-war. “C'mon, we're only gonna be here the rest of the weeeek!” Soon it ended, with both her and her opponent falling back, her landing on her bed while Ally fell over onto the floor.
Ally tossed the pillow but overshot and hit Ella, who popped up and tossed it so it hit Morgan's back. She slowly glared at both of them while picking up her own pillow. “Oh, it's on!” And then they were suddenly engaged in a pillow fight.
As a boy she'd
never really believed this kind of thing happened, but apparently it
was a fairly regular part of the three roommates' friendship in
this...universe? Version of events? Whatever. At any rate, before
long they were all sideways on Morgan's bed in the middle of the
room, giggling like crazy.
It was hard to
believe she'd ever been mad about turning into a girl; somehow
Morgan's “curse” had in the span of a day or so turned into one
of the most fun things that had ever happened to her. By the time
their vacation was over, the three of them were even better friends
than ever, which, to be honest, was Morgan's purpose in taking them
along in the first place.