David grinned, punching John in the arm. His best friend thought it would be funny to spice up the ‘haunted house’ they’d gone to by splitting him off from the group and giving him a jump-scare. Unfortunately, jump-scares only worked in video games on him.

“Nice try, jackass. So where’s everybody else?” David chuckled, shaking his head. “John, sometimes you can wait who’s that right behind you?”

There was a man behind his best friend, someone that he didn’t recognize. The man was… Well, entirely unremarkable save for the machete in his hand. That was probably the most chilling thing about him, he looked like an average gas station employee, but empty. There was no expression on his face, no light in his eyes, and no emotion at all as he drove the blade through John’s ribcage.

“Okay, wha” Was as far as John got before a gout of blood erupted from his mouth.

David had never seen anyone die before, but he somehow knew that his friend had passed. There was something about the way John’s eyes glazed, about the too-real smell of gore. His fight or flight instinct kicked in, and he chose fight immediately.

“Bad idea.” David was the wrestling captain of his university for a reason, and he bull-rushed the man, knocking John’s body aside and taking the assailant’s machete with him. It was a callous thing to do, but making sure the weapon was stuck in John’s body kept it from being used on himself. Which meant that he’d be able to beat the life from this emotionless punk.

A glimmer of surprise passed through the man’s eyes and David grinned, grabbing him in a hold. “Not as helpless as you thought, huh?”

The aggressor replied with something that sounded like “Graschku aglnah” and a chill swept over David’s form. Then the man moved with a strength David hadn’t expected, lifting him effortlessly and throwing him against a wall.

It was like he was lighter and smaller somehow, though that didn’t seem to be at all possible. The blow must have torn his clothes too, because they felt wrong on his body, almost like they were heavier and larger.

“Hnh, what the hell!” A female voice seemed to echo through the air, and David looked around for the source, rising to a standing position. As he did, his jacket’s sleeve slipped past his wrist, hanging past his fingers.

That didn’t quite register with him, and he instead focused on that female voice he’d heard. “Hey, if there’s a girl here, run!” The woman called again, taking the words right out of his mouth.

Two and two finally clicked, and he looked away from the killer to look down to himself-to herself. There was no denying that the body below her eyes was completely female, and the voice that had passed from her lips was sultry and sweet-though her next words were hardly sugary.

Not only that, but the disorienting sensation she’d had from her clothing was back in full force, and for good reason: they were larger than her, way larger. David’s old belongings had been a little loose before, and now they were positively oversized, which was to be expected given that he’d lost nearly two feet of height.

“What the fuck did you do to me, you sicko?” David looked up to the monster who’d somehow changed her, far up. She used to be six feet tall, and now she was barely an inch over five.

The man didn’t reply, instead slowly walking over to John’s body and pulling the machete from his gut. It stuck against his ribs, and David’s fight or flight instincts did a complete 180.

She fumbled to stand, whimpering as she got a little tangled in her previously-baggy, now-parachutelike pants. The girl had to kick them off, a little glad now that her shirt hung halfway down to her thighs. It was embarrassing to have such large clothing on her body, especially when she thought that it was hers.

Covered in her friend’s blood, wearing an oversized shirt that had once fit perfectly, David ran. She was terrified beyond anything she’d been in her life, the death of her friend coupled with her own helplessness driving her to sprint away. Everything looked so big now, and she felt… Well, vulnerable.

Her shoes fell from her petite feet, and she fought back tears. Her shirt was so big around her that it was practically a dress. She’d never worn one before, and now was a hell of a time to start. She felt more air than she knew she should have been able to while wearing clothes, her legs cool in the haunted house’s atmosphere.

Desperately she looked left then right, her longer hair swaying as she searched for an exit. The monster was behind her-not running, simply walking. His footsteps seemed to echo through her world, and David hiccupped with blind fear.

That was when she found it: a gap in the wall that she could fit through. She’d seen it before, on her way in as a man. She’d thought then that it was something that the workers would probably use to give her a surprise, but now it was her only way out. Ironically, as a man she’d have been almost too large to fit through it. Now? She was the perfect size.

David bundled up her shirt and held it close to her body. The fact that she had to force the fabric to cling to her didn’t escape her, though her fear was enough to get past her disdain for her current body.

It led her to an unused bedroom, one complete with a dusty full-length mirror… That had been shattered. David sighed, looking to it with sad eyes. She wanted to know what she looked like now, in hopes that it would let her come to terms with who or what she’d become.

The girl whimpered, then sobbed at how delicate her voice was. As the man she’d been, David had at least stood some chance against that monster. But now? It was like she couldn’t even stand against the youngest kid on the wrestling team.

She looked down to her shirt, hiccupping in fear. It was so big that it was basically a dress on her. Tears dewed at her eyes, tears that she was finally free to shed.

Alone, trapped, desperate, the girl sobbed. She curled up into a ball, gasping and sobbing. “Oh my God what can I do John’s dead what if everyone dies I’m helpless I’m weak” She rambled on and on, hysterical.

It could have been anywhere from a few minutes to an hour for the tears to stop coming, and that was only because she had run out. Her throat was sore and her eyes burned, and she wiped at them with her soft hands.

Soft… Everything was so damnably soft now. David looked down to her breasts, hefting them in her hands, hiccupping at the feeling of their weight. For some reason, the monster had made her gorgeous, sexy even. Maybe he had a fetish for killing women? Maybe he wanted her to be weak?

Well, at least he hadn’t made her fat. She chuckled madly at the thought, pulling off her shirt to get a better look at what she’d become.

Honestly, it wasn’t half bad. She really was sexy, with supple thighs and a definite hourglass figure. Though her belly wasn’t completely flat, it didn’t hold any stretch marks either-or knife wounds, thanks to her hasty escape.

David let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. Right… There was still the monster at large. It was lucky that he hadn’t attacked her in her breakdown, but… Well, it didn’t look like there was any way into this place except the crack she’d passed through.

“Haunted house, whatever this is… Thank God that’s the only door to this room.” David whispered, slowly rising to her feet. She still wanted to run-she knew she had to. But… She’d gotten lost before, and that was back before her surroundings had grown over a foot. Everything looked different from how it did before, so she had no idea where this room was in relation to the rest of the house.

Though… Maybe she could always find her way back here. The girl nodded, a plan forming in her head. She grabbed her shirt, folding it so that what little of the fabric wasn’t bloodstained was visible. It was a bright blue, and it should be visible through the gap.

In case she had to run back here again, at least she’d be able to find it. The girl sighed, looking to the hole in the wall, then back to the bedroom. She could stay here and starve, or she could go out there and confront a creature she hadn’t been able to beat back when she was… Herself.

“Well, I’m not myself anymore.” She sighed, taking several deep, calming breaths. “I’m… This. Whatever this is. And if I want to live, I’ll need to live with me. With who I am now.”

As hard as that was, she could handle that. She’d never been through anything like this in her life, but the alternative was something she couldn’t handle. That meant she had to fight to survive, which meant…

She slowed her pace, whimpering as she was overcome with fear again. There was a body in front of her, one of the muscular security guys she’d passed on the way in. He’d done a great job keeping the place secure.

Although… David leaned down, rolling him over. He was heavy, and she almost strained her back lifting him. Another perk to being so weak. The girl sighed, a grimace clear on her face as her eyes met the bloodstained axe in his back.

It was broken at the haft, but not so broken that she couldn’t pry the sharp wedge from the man’s spine. Or at least try to. She whimpered, straining at the effort to dislodge it from the man’s spine. It was much, much harder than she’d expected, but she’d managed to tear it from him at length.

Which meant… She smiled to it uneasily, hefting the blade in her hands. “Okay… This is something. This is a start. And the next step is…”

For a moment, her mind drew a blank. Coming up with plans usually wasn’t her job. She was always better at executing them. But her body had changed, and so she’d have to change the way she looked at things too.

“Okay, I have an axe. That I can’t use.” She sighed, looking to the still-dripping blade in her hands. “But that’s okay, because I’m not strong enough to fight this guy anyways. Which means… I’ll need to improvise. Great.”

She sighed, holding the axe in her hands, feeling like an idiot. She’d thought it was such a good idea at the time, but now? Now all she felt was doubt. She took another step forwards before an attraction sprang up in her face, eliciting a scream from the naked girl.

“Jesus, FUCK! Don’t scare someone like that, oh my God!” She panicked, holding the broken axe tightly to her chest.

It took her a few seconds to calm down, valuable seconds which she realized could be better spent going anywhere else, in case the monster had heard her shriek. But she was honestly scared, more than surprised.

Jump-scares had never bothered her in real life before because she knew that she could handle herself. Now, when everything seemed so large and intimidating, even a spring-loaded puppet could surprise her.

“A… Spring loaded puppet.” The girl blinked, realization dawning in her eyes. “Wait… That’s it!” She beamed. She ran to the nearby corpse, grabbing his belt and tearing it from him. She wrapped it around the puppet hurriedly, hearing the quiet footfalls of the monster drawing closer.

Heart pounding in her chest, she grabbed the puppet and reset it. There were some wires leading from it to the floor, and she gave them a gentle tug only to whimper as the puppet almost sprang back to life. Almost. Right now, she was holding it back-and though it took a lot of effort to keep it held, the mannequin was held fast.

She could see the monster’s silhouette by now, his footfalls pounding in her ears just like when he’d killed John.

John… David missed him tremendously, but the memory of him gave her resolve. Because she’d tried to fight like a man, she’d been made into this weaker body. Well, physically weaker. Right now, she had a brilliant idea that she was sure her old self would never have had.

The girl fell to the ground, curling into a vulnerable position that conveniently hid the fact that she was holding a tripwire. Then she began to cry loudly, inwardly grinning as the footsteps grew closer and closer.

She could see his feet now, so she lifted her head to look at the blank-faced man. Well, he looked like a man. And at this point, David prayed that he was because otherwise she’d be royally screwed. “No, please! Don’t do this, don’t come any closer!”

Again, not a single expression on his face. Only that empty, soulless stare as he lifted his machete. He stood above the puppet, looking down to David’s frail, feminine body. And David let go of the wire.

The snap-chunk of the wire was the most satisfying thing David had heard in her life, and she watched as if in slow motion as the puppet leapt forward. The axe tied to its chest thumped hard into the killer’s chest, and he blinked, a momentary look of surprise in his eyes.

Then he died. It was as sudden as John’s death, the light fading from his gaze and the machete falling from his hands to clatter against the floor. Hot arterial blood sprayed onto her body, and she flinched away from it.

That was the last thing this monster would ever do to her; would ever do to anyone. She smiled at the thought, rising to a stand and freezing as something moved in the corner of her eye.

She spun towards it, then giggled deliriously as she saw an attractive girl soaked in blood. It was a mirror, and it showed her for who she was now. She looked like a stereotypical girl next door, crouched next to the massive body of a man that had been ready to end her life.

More footsteps seemed to echo in her ears as she looked to the girl: a buxom brunette with doe-like brown eyes and a set of cute, full lips. This was her now, as unbelievable as it was. And, in all honesty, it was a little badass.

“Miss, are you okay? Did you… Did you do this?”

It took David a few seconds to realize that the footsteps had been real, and that there was a man who was speaking to her. He was another of the security guys, and though he’d been shorter than her when she’d walked into the attraction, he was now a head taller than the girl.

“He was going to kill me.” She said defiantly, feeling pride well up in her chest. “And he killed my best friend.”

“Right. Well, hey, I’ve got a blanket and”

David toned him out, already sick of the patronizing tone he was taking with her. Was this what life was going to be like now? She wasn’t looking forward to that, honestly… But she’d have to face it. This was her now.

“hey, are you listening to me? I asked what your name is.”

The girl looked up to him, then took his proffered hand with an uneasy smile. “Sorry about that, I’ve been through a lot. And my name is… Davina. Thank you, for your help.”