The hell am I thinking? No way! This is probably some stupid prank setup by the girls…
Scoffing for even thinking of it, you crumple up the letter into a ball, stick included, before lobbing it into the trash. Shutting the locker door as you step away, preparing to rejoin Thomas…
“That ain’t no way to treat an offer from Cupid, darling!”
Before you could even turn around to see who had snuck up behind you, a searing pain in your bum sent you stumbling forward with a cry, clutching your ass as you do so to feel the arrow shaft stuck inside as you notice the figure of a man stroll past you, his foreign face smirking as if enjoying the sight of you bent over in agony.
“‘Fraid i’ve got more pressing matters to attend to, you know how it is, got a quota to meet before the days end! Shame you couldn’t just follow the letter…toodles!”
With that, the mysterious man vanished in a cloud of ethereal white feathers as the arrow lodged up your bum began to sink into your body, a rising heat building within as a pink aura encapsulates your hunched up form.
The first off the list was your pudgy belly, the thick layer of fat vaporising in an instant as you doubled over in pain, your spine arching into a curvy S before it hit the floor, thrusting out your hefty chest as sensitive flesh and nerves begin to turn your flabby man-boobs into an attractive set of hefty breasts, milk bubbling up through your aching, pink inverted nipples, staining the front of your uniform with the sweet nectar.
The cries of pain emanating from your increasingly soft lips soon fade into restrained moans of pleasure as you cup a smaller, dainty hand around your mouth, refusing to believe the foreign, tough yet sexy female voice was yours as a ticklish sensation around your puffy cheeks and the nape of your slender neck notified you of your growing hair, silky orange locks replacing the rough mop of black, growing out to frame your vision while you try to gain a stable resting position against your locker, looking down to finally see your brand new assets settle into the DD range.
Before you could even face the reality that you were rapidly turning into a girl, another tingle of pain sent you shivering in excitement as your round eyes open wide, your number two below standing to attention as your belly overflows with warmth, another wave of heat forcing your soft, supple skin to soak with sweat as you drop your arms, panting with your tongue lolling in the air from the heat as thinking becomes harder, your head filled with a magical fog that made it hard to remember what you were even doing here alone at school, waiting for someone? You can’t recall, head slumping down in exhaustion as your eyes glaze over, a golden coloration seeping into the dull, brown orbs.
Like an invisible wave, your body cleanses itself of blemish and body hair, the flesh beneath supplemented by a neat layer of muscle that complimented your new figure while lending strength to your slender form. If any man thought you an easy lay, they would have it coming, memories of waking up at 6 in the morning for your 2.4 km run and attending karate lessons ingraining themselves in your head.
Next came the images of your first period, replacing memories of fooling around the house as your manhood began to twitch and expel itself of the useless batter that served no purpose in the new organs already settled warmly in place inside your tender belly, the toned flesh pulsing with a subtle six pack from years of constant training from middle school. As you remember the embarrassment of having your mother clean you up while assuring you were alright, the last remnants of your shrinking manhood finally settle into place as a small, sensitive nub of flesh atop the fresh, virgin slit gaping between your muscled thighs, conforming reality to suit the new memories rapidly corroding the old, chipping away at your identity as you come to a sudden thought, a slight frown and a soft, feminine gasp of surprise escaping your open mouth, a thin layer of drool lining your kissable lips.
Within you hazy mind, a voice calls you out as you gather your fragmented self,trying to reaffirm your identity as your body continues on to finalize the physical changes that have slowed to a crawl, the old boy’s uniform disassembling itself as a skirt, bra and other womanly bits of attire crawl over your smaller, but muscular frame, leaving large, tender breasts that rise and fall with each soft breath and the vulgar lips crowned by a small tuft of pubic hair between your toned athletic legs exposed to the open air for a few seconds, undeniable proof that you were no longer the same young man walking the halls a few seconds ago.
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Who was I again? A boy…right?
Boys have dicks…you don’t. Forgot that little accident when you were bawling to your mother?
Right…but what about playing action games till-
You think girls can’t like what boy’s do? Don’t you remember being a good little daughter for mommy and daddy? You always did stand up for others~
True…Tim and I always did get into a lot of fights with the others…
True heroes of justice you two were, always trying to play the men’s role by his side…but backstage, you had burning passion for the man did you not? Only growing stronger and stronger as the years flew by…
The Voice was right…you were always comfortable being by Timothy’s side as his best friend, the young man oblivious to your true nature until the start of the latest school semester, when your body had suddenly entered a sudden growth spurt, budding A-cups rapidly surging into eye catching melons, curves replacing the once slender, blocky frame while your face grew just that more attractive, hair and skin gaining a healthy complexion that made you stand out.
Soon, the interactions between the two of you became distant. Sure, you still walked home together and hung out for lunch break, but it was never more than a few words exchanged instead of the usual teasing and bustling conversations about the latest video games.
Timothy seemed to be unsure of himself, the boyish friend he had now a beautiful mature teenaged girl with a body so hot he couldn’t keep his eyes on her for a second without staring at her breasts or thighs. Her once, smaller frame having grown enough to show her best assets through the tighter fitting clothes. It made you irritated and afraid all at once.
And so came Valentine’s Day, where you planned to finally break the mold over the two of you, if he wasn’t going to do anything then you would. After all, people considered you the manlier one of the duo. Screw gender specific roles! You were gonna do whatever the heck you wanted.
Speaking of…don’t you have a lil something to take care of? If you don’t hurry, lover boy’s gonna be taken away~
With that, the last remnants of your old self are discarded, the next time you awake would be as someone else entirely...no memory of ever having been born male left inside the handsome girl beginning to rouse from her awkward sleeping position on the floor as her clothes finish materializing, a large black jacket over an equally large white shirt that only served to make her boobs look larger. A far cry from the slightly overweight young man who existed not long ago...
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Jolting awake as brilliant golden eyes burn to life, you bolt upwards off the floor, you realize the time was already halfway through to 6 as you look at the clock on the wall. Jumping off the floor and grabbing your bag off the floor in one swift motion, you take off into a speedy sprint, pursing that special something in your bandaged hands as you take off for the front gate, not even caring about your disheveled clothes. What the heck were you doing asleep on the floor?!
Despite the worry of not making it in time, your strong limbs carry you like a cloud, shoes thudding down the empty halls as you turn the corner, seeing a familiar silhouette against the fading sunlight along with another girl, turning to leave as she notices you. Slowing your run to a crawl as you see the red box in Timothy’s arms, the boy rushing to hide it as he saw your look of surprise.
Damn it, you didn’t want things to turn out this way! But seeing that stranger of a girl hand your friend that box of chocolates had dulled the fire inside you, walking stiffly to his side as you opened the locker to grab your casual shoes, barely hearing his greeting as you stared at the floor, not sure what to do, the pouch in your skirt pocket long forgotten.
“Sa—Ra!---S–ara!--Sara?”
By the time you realized your name was being called, a swift tug on your jacket sleeves diverted your gaze into a red box, a different, less fancy one from the one you had seen earlier, but what grabbed your attention wasn’t the homely box, rather the hand that gripped them; covered in bandages and reeking of medical ointment over obvious burn marks.
The same ones crissed-crossed over the hand that still gripped the pouch in your skirt.
“Today’s Valentine’s right? Here, I had this ready to go last night but you weren’t around the whole…day..”
You had no idea what to say as you stared at Timothy in surprise, your cheeks flushed red as you felt another fire light itself in your aching chest, the pain inside lifting as you rubbed away the tears you now felt sliding down your face. You sniffle back the snot and tears as you try to regain your composure. You couldn’t be crying now!
B-But I thought…I thought you didn’t…uhh…gee wow! T-Thanks!
You snatched the box from his arms, hugging it to your chest as you let the smell of the chocolate linger in your nostrils for a moment, staring Timothy down with an uncharacteristically warm smile as he flustered, trying to find the right words to say.
Despite his excuses of having an easy time making them, you could tell, from how many more cuts and burns there were on his arms than yours, the dedication and time needed for him to make these, although you weren't quite sure in the taste department, your heart was assured of his faithfulness and love, silencing him mid ramble about not being in love with anyone else with a soft bonk to the shoulders with a gentle fist, you remembered being able to nuzzle his head in your arms just a year ago, now he was almost a head taller than you were.
I get it dummy! I love you too~
You giggled as you watched him go from semi-confident to flustered, rubbing his brown hair as he looked to the side after hearing that blatant confession, away from the bright, happy smile on your face. It was the first time you’d smiled this freely in a while. Exploding with glee on the inside as you deposit the precious box inside your bag…before remembering your original intent before this curveball surprise.
Ah, almost forgot…h-here, this is for you…made it m’self!
Now it was your turn to be flustered, tucking a hand inside your pocket before bringing it back out clutching the small pink cloth bag stuffed with homemade chocolates as you suddenly found it hard to maintain eye contact once more. So much for breaking the mold…
But as Timothy regained his composure and looked you in the eyes, you felt a sense of reassurance dampen the nerves pounding away in your head as he grabbed the pouch from your tightly clenched hands…at least that was what you thought as you felt his larger hand wrap around yours, his warmth seeping into your shivering hands as he made eye contact again, mouth twitching as if he was trying to say something.
But the fear never came, instead compelling you to take a step forward towards your boyfriend, struggling to keep his eyes on you as you brush a strand of hair away from your face in an exaggerated manner, doing your best to put on as feminine a look as you could, giggling as reach up, poking his mouth playfully with a finger.
I’ll take that silence for acceptance~ Now if we’re done here…let’s go, we’ve still got a movie to catch, remember?
Turning on your heels and separating from Timothy, you slowly make your way back to your shoe locker as he finally snaps out of his dazed stupor, looking at the pink snack pouch in his hand and back to you with a smile on his face, hiding your own mess of a face behind your locker door as you fished out your shoes, thankful that everything had gone amazingly well, prepping yourself for a long night out with your best friend, the bridge between you two reforged and stronger than ever…maybe if he was up for it…you could take things a step or two further…you still remembered how he kept shooting looks at you while in class or during PE, especially when running laps around the field. But that would have to come later, for now, you had a date to go for.
Elsewhere, the figure of one of Cupid’s many familiar’s stalked off into the evening streets, satisfied with his work as he glimpsed one last look at the newly formed couple before stalking off into the streets, looking for more people to show the brilliance of Love to in the few hours he still had remaining before this day was over...
THE END