Dallas Norton stood at the back of the line at Starbucks fuming as he did on most mornings.

First of all, he hated that Starbucks had driven all the other coffee places in town out of business and they were so much more expensive than those other shops had been. But more than that, he hated that he had to wait in line behind all the teens and college kids getting their elaborate orders.

All Dallas wanted was a basic coffee: He even fumed that he had to call it a tall blonde. “It’s just coffee for Christ sake” he would tell the barista each morning.

Recently though, something had been bothering Dallas even more than the cost and the wait; it was having to stand there and watch everybody staring down at their phones; mindlessly tapping away at them and always failing to see when the line moved.

It was just another pet peeve that the 71 year old had against the world in general and against the millennium generation in particular.

“Every kid these days…all they do is stare at their damn phones. I bet they couldn’t hold a conversation if someone put a gun to their heads” he said from the back of the line.

“What’s so damned important on those screens anyway; can’t not be on their Facebook for 10 seconds. Come on Junior…move it up there; lines moving but do you see that, no, you just see your phone” Dallas continued to complain to no one in particular and everyone in ear shot.

He looked down at the girl in line in front of him. She was short and had black hair, streaked with purple. She had glanced back a time or two as he talked but hadn’t tried to say anything to him. She was just another one of those broken necks as he called them. To Dallas, it looked like their necks were broken because they couldn’t hold their heads up straight.

Fifteen minutes had passed and he had grumbled and bitched the entire time until he was finally up to order. The girl behind the counter recognized him and just said “Your usual” to try to spare herself his daily complaint.

“Yes sweetheart…my usual” he said sarcastically.

The girl with the black and purple hair smirked as she waited for her order alongside him.
Their drinks came up at the same time and they both made their way to the side table. Dallas put in a pack of sugar and stirred his coffee while the girl put her phone down to add in her creamer.

She smirked once again as she walked off without her phone. The young witch silently made her way out of the store and sat down on a bench across from the door.

Dallas threw away his stirrer and looked around. There was a phone lying on the table in front of him and he was the only one there. “God Damn it” he said staring at the phone. “Things are nothing but trouble” he added as he scanned the store for the girl.

He didn’t see her “Dumb scatterbrained girl” he said. He picked up the phone and looked it over “Where’s the on button on one of these things?”

He saw a button in the middle of the bottom of the phone and as he pressed it, he felt a shock in his right index finger. It raced up his arm making it tingle. Dallas shook his hand and arm trying to get the feeling back in it as the screen lit up.

Dallas felt his heart racing now as a beach scene filled the screen.  He held the phone up with his left hand unaware that his fingers on his right hand, which were still a bit numb, were now growing thinner. The skin on his hand was tightening and lightening up and turning soft and smooth. His nails began to grow out longer and pink polish began to darken on them.

Dallas put the phone down on the table. As he placed it there, he got another jolt, this time to his left hand. “Stupid Fucking Piece of Shit” he yelled at it while shaking out the pins and needles in his left hand.

His left hand now began a similar process to the right hand. His fingers became thin and lengthen with long pink colored nails as his hands softened and the skin became flawlessly tight and youthful.

The changes began to move up his arms as his wrists trimmed and his arm hair thinned and became a downy blonde color. Spots and scars disappeared on his shorter, trimmer, and firmer arms.

The tingling sensation now shot throughout his entire body. Dallas just felt numb, almost like he was floating. The back of his neck seared with heat as warmth now flowed into him. He glanced around, but no one else in the Starbucks was paying any attention to his plight.

The phone glowed on the table in front of him, changing from the beach scene to a bright blue screen that swirled to green.

Dallas was wearing jeans, faded brown heavy work boots and a blue button down over a white t-shirt and suddenly all his clothes felt heavy on him like they were weighing him down.

He shrugged his shoulders but failed to move the shirts much as they had rounded off and pulled inward.

Underneath his heavy clothes, his skin was pulling taut and tight and firming up for the first time in years. Flaws and marks that had been there for decades were fading away and smoothing out. His short, thin gray hair began to grow out thicker, longer and blonde.

Inside his boots, Dallas’ feet began to shrink and change. The same pink polish that adorned his fingers now appeared on his smaller and much more feminine toes. As his feet became soft and small, his socks disappeared and his boots began to change. They too shrank down and changed into a pair of black flip flops that showed of his cute small feet and pedicured toes.

Underneath his old pair of jeans, his legs began to change dramatically. The skin had already tightened but now all of his hair disappeared making them even smoother as they began to become skinner, yet rounder. Curves began to develop as the jeans began to rise up showing off shapely calves.

His knees rounded off as his thighs plumped up. His jeans continued to rise up showing off more and more off his legs as they became more feminine. The bottoms of the jeans frayed into cut-offs that sat high on his smooth round thighs and as the changes continued, they began to expose more and more flesh.

Dallas’ hips expanded and his ass filled out tremendously. What had been rather flat now acquired a curve that any girl would want until the bottoms of his full supple cheeks peeked out of the bottom of the short shorts.

The front of the shorts went flat as his penis and testicles pulled up and in. Dallas looked down in shock at his rapidly changing body and clothing. “What in the Hell is happening to me?” He felt tight panties pressing against his new vagina and straining against his larger hips and ass.

The sleeves of his blue shirt began to rise up and show off his slender arms as his stomach came in flat and toned above his narrowing waist.

The shirt became smaller against his shrinking back and sides diminishing in size to a ladies small as the buttons popped open exposing what was now a white ribbed tank top instead of his t-shirt.

Dallas’ nipples perked up and stood at attention as flesh began to form behind them and push them forward. More and more weight built up and rounded off into a pair of 36C breasts on his chest.

His neck smoothed and firmed as the gray stubble pulled inward leaving smooth pink round cheeks in their wake. His chin rounded and his jaw softened. His lips plumped up and brightened in color. His teeth whitened and became stronger and smaller.

His small eyes widened and brightened to a bright vibrant blue as eyelashes darkened. His bulbous nose shrank down into a cute pert nose with a slight upturn at the bottom.

His forehead and ears shifted and the blonde hair that had been growing all this time, finally came to a stop just past her shoulders.

21 year old Brooklyn Norton looked down at herself and her phone on the table. “What…” she looked around frantically trying to piece together the last few minutes. She ran her fingernails through her long hair and brought her knees and heels together.

The beach scene had returned to the phone and now it pinged and an envelope appeared stating ‘New Text Arrived’. Brooklyn reached down and tapped the icon.

The message stated ‘Melanie’ “Hope you enjoyed it…I’m outside waiting for you”

Brooklyn picked up her phone and her drink and headed out the door. She saw her friend Melanie sitting across the way. Her black hair streaked with purple made her instantly recognizable. “Hey…I was looking for you in there” Brooklyn stated as she approached her.

“I was standing in front of you, ya ditz” she replied and gave her a playful slap on the shoulder.

“Huh, I didn’t see you but then this whole morning has been kind of strange for me in a way I don’t even remember” Brooklyn said as they walked off sipping their drinks and checking their phones.