Miranda sighed as she stared across the food court, looking at the local video game store clerk. His name was Derek and Miranda had a massive crush on him, though she never made a move.
“So how long are we gonna have to wait before you stop making goo-goo eyes at Derek?” One of Miranda’s friends asked.
“You don’t know anything about romance, I need to know what he likes so I can talk to him about it and pretend I know what he’s saying,” Miranda responded, taking a sip from her drink.
“Here’s an idea, go over and ask him,” Another friend responded.
“Fine! If it’ll make you guys get off my back, here goes,” Miranda huffed, leaving the table. She made her way into the store, feeling overwhelmed by all the games and merchandise for shows on display. She barely ever knew what a Nintendo was, let alone what all this other stuff was. As she was about to give up on this mission, her eyes caught a keychain hanging on the rack. She didn’t know what it was from or what exactly it was about it but she felt drawn to it. It was a mirror that was cracked down the mirror, promoting a show called Twisted Reflections. Miranda reached out to touch it, seeing her own reflection in it along with something else she couldn’t make out.
“Wow, I don’t think I’ve seen anyone notice that keychain,” Derek said, surprising Miranda. “Are you a fan of the show?”
“I uh… Yeah!” Miranda said, quickly hopping onto her fake interest plan. “I was just planning on rewatching it again when I saw this, are you a big fan of the show?” She asked, picking up the keychain. She let out a yelp as the keychain shocked her suddenly.
“Yeah I am, its so cool when-” Derek began to say before Miranada cut him off.
“No no! No spoilers… I mean, its been so long since I first watched the series that I forgot a lot of the plot points. Don’t wanna ruin the rewatch by remembering all the juicy details,” Miranda explained, hoping that Derek would buy this excuse.
“Oh yeah, that makes sense. Anyway, if you want that keychain it’ll be $5.95,” Derek said, ringing up Miranda.
“Oh, yeah thanks,” Miranda said, remembering the keychain in her hand. She paid for the item and walked back over to her friends.
“So how’d it go?”
“Well I found out about a nerd show he likes, had to buy a keychain though,” Miranda said, showing it off.
“Are you gonna watch it? So you can have a bunch of nerd talk with him?”
Miranda scoffed while throwing the keychain in her bag, “Of course not, I’m probably just gonna look up info on the plot and junk when I get home,” Miranda said, tossing it in her purse. Miranda went on with her day like normal, buying more designer clothes and fashion products until there wasn’t any more room on her arms to carry the bags. “I think I’m gonna head home guys. I’ll talk to you guys soon.”
Miranda opened the door to her room and set all her bags down, collapsing onto her bed with a thud. She rolled over to move her purse somewhere else when she noticed the keychain had fallen out. “Ugh, this dumb thing… I guess if Derek likes it, I should give it a shot.” She said to herself, pulling up Fetnlix on her tv. “What the hell?! It has three hundred episodes? No wonder nobody cares about it.” Miranda groaned, going to back out of the show. Miranda kept trying to exit the show, but the remote had died, letting the autoplay start. Miranda sighed before laying back on the bed. “Fine, I’ll watch a couple of episodes since I don’t wanna get up.”
Miranda started her impromptu binge marathon of Twisted Reflections, losing track of time and the world around her. She didn’t notice that her hair had gotten subtly shorter, only going down as far as her shoulders. It had also darkened in tone, still technically a brunette color but slowly making its way toward black. As her marathon went on, Miranda’s armpits which were once clean-shaven began to change as well. At first, it was only a stray hair, then a couple of strands. Miranda reached up and scratched her armpit absentmindedly, completely ignorant to the bush that was growing underneath them. In the end, her armpits had a forest of hair that would poke out of any short sleeve shirt she wore. Around halfway through her binge, Miranda swapped around to lie down on her chest. As she kept putting more pressure on her chest, Miranda’s breasts began to shrink. While she had an average chest before, they shrank away until they were nothing but mosquito bites. Her chest had shrunk so far, you could almost see her ribcage if you looked hard enough. Miranda kept watching the show until nearly three in the morning, deciding episode one hundred was a good stopping point before turning off the tv. As she went to bed, her unwashed makeup began to seep into her face, causing blemishes and freckles to appear on her skin.
Soon, morning came and Miranda woke up. She looked at the time and saw she’d be late to meet her friends for lunch. She looked towards her bathroom and decided that she didn’t have time to shower. “Itsh no big deal, not like I smell bad or anything.” She said, not noticing the slight lisp that had escaped her mouth. She ran out the door after putting on some nice clothes but with a grey jacket covering it all. She got in her nice new car and headed out to the mall.
By the time Miranda got to the mall, she got a message that all her friends had to cancel lunch. “I guesh they’re jusht too busy to hang out with me,” She said to herself, the slight lisp developing further. She began her usual lap around the mall, finding it a little more exhausting than usual. She didn’t find any interest in her usual stores, nothing was catching her eye. Maybe it was the humid air or the puddles of sweat that had clung to her shirt and jacket, but she was feeling like she was ready to go home. Just before she made it to the door, loud beeps and other electronic sounds caught her attention. Miranda turned to find that the local arcade had just opened for the day. Normally not one for video games Miranda made her way into the arcade, finding a weird comfort in the dark, air-conditioned venue.
She wandered about idly, playing random games until she came across the fighting games in the back. She perused the titles available, finding little to no interest in them until one caught her eye. It was a fighting game based on Twisted Reflections which blew her mind. “Thish stupid show has a fighting game? …how did I not know about this?” Miranda said to herself, the lisp in full effect. She ran up to the counter and purchased a game card and a couple of credits, plopping herself down for a gaming session. She quickly selected her favorite character, a handsome stud that reminded her a lot of Derek and began to make her way through the story mode… that she couldn’t understand.
Miranda went through further changes that she didn’t notice thanks to her game taking all her attention. Her proper sitting stance slowly crumpled as she hunched forward to get closer to the screen. Her peach-tone skin slowly grew paler as if it had only been exposed to the LCD screens around her since she was born. As she kept fighting in the game, she got hit with a combo attack both in the game and in real life. With every hit in the combo, Miranda shrunk down from five feet ten inches to five foot one. After that attack, Miranda quickly got into the swing of things again and started improving.
As she was trouncing the CPU opponents, Miranda’s game suddenly stopped as someone had just joined on the other cabinet. “Oh you’re sho going down losher!” Miranda said with a smirk, revealing braces that lined her teeth. The battle was long and intense, lasting multiple rounds and games, each person taking a win until Miranda was up by one and out of credits. “Well, it wash a tough battle but I won in the end.” Miranda said while getting up from her cabinet. “How’s it feel losh-” Miranda began to taunt before she realized who she was talking to.
Derek stood up from his cabinet and gave Miranda a smile, “Oh I didn’t know it was you over there. Man you really had me on the ropes. Have you been playing the game long?”
Miranda let out a dorky, awkward laugh as she leaned on the cabinet trying, and failing, to look cool. “No achtually, I jusht found it today when I came in here. I didn’t even know Thwishted Realities had a fighting game.”
“Yeah it’s a little hidden gem, I didn’t even know the arcade had it, I’ve just been playing the rom at home. I saw you were playing as Balthazar, is he your favorite character?”
“Abshoulutly! He’s shuch a dreamboat, he always looks sho shexy when he’s fighting. He reminds me a lot of shomeone I know.” Miranda said, laying it on thick for Derek.
Derek’s smile faltered a tiny bit but Miranda didn’t notice. “Well, I only stopped in for a little bit before my shift at the store. I still got a little time, wanna go to the food court…” Derek began to say before he began to smell something. Something around them was starting to smell, not in a super bad way but it was getting there. “Is it just me or do you smell that?” He asked Miranda.
“Nope, I don’t shmell a thing.” Miranda said, taking a whiff around her. Unbeknownst to her, her body odor was getting stronger by the minute due to her lack of a shower this morning, the sweat from her morning walk, and the air conditioning of the arcade drying it into her clothes. “Maybe the rugs are getting musty? Thish arcade ish pretty old.”
“Yeah maybe… well I’ll see you later Miranda.” Derek said, walking away.
“Wait!” Mirana shouted, grabbing Derek by the arm. He jumped a little but stopped in his tracks to hear her out. “What do you have going tomorrow? Would you wanna meet up and talk about Thwishted Realities? I’m nearly done with my rewatch?”
“Uh… sure Miranda, I’ll meet you back here again tomorrow after my shift.” Derek said, pulling his arm away from Miranda.
Miranda waved goodbye to him before squealing to herself, bouncing back and forth in excitement. She quickly called all the girls on facetime to tell them the good news. “Hey girlsh! Guesh who has a date with Derek tomorrow!”
“Girl, we gotta get you all dolled up and ready for tomorrow!”
“Itsh not that big a deal, We’re jusht getting together to talk about a show we like. Nothing fanshy about it.” Miranda explained.
“Are you sure? Your hair’s looking a little weird and it looks like you have a couple pimples starting to pop up.”
“My hair’s alwaysh like thish, and beshides a few pimples never hurt anybody. Though I should probably go home and finish up Thwishted Realities,” Miranda thought aloud.
“You actually started watching that show? Damn, if we’re not careful you might just end up as a nerd yourself.”
Miranda scoffed before responding, “As if, could you imagine! Anyway I gotta go, I’ll talk to you guysh later.” She said, opening the door to her beat-up car, filled with trash and other items. She thankfully made it home in one piece, her car deciding not to brake down today. As she drove home, she did notice that it was getting harder and harder to see. Her eyesight got worse and worse to the point that she was practically blind by the time she got home.
Miranda stumbled up her stairs, grasping for dear life to the banister. She got to the top of the stairs but caught herself on the final step, causing her to fall face-first onto her nose, causing it to change. It swelled to a slightly bigger size as it got longer and wider as well. “Oh that’s shmarts.” She said under her breath as she entered her room, her voice sounded much more nasally thanks to her new nose. Her room had undergone its own transformation while she was gone. Gone were the pink walls and decor, along with all the designer furniture and fancy lights that were strung up around the room. It was all replaced with cheap furniture bought from a Swedish assemble-it-yourself store. Most of the value in the room came from the obscure anime figures and shelves upon shelves of manga covering the room among plushies and other nerd memorabilia.
Miranda finally found her glasses and slipped them on, letting her actually see again. “I chan’t believe I wash shutpid enough to leave my glashes at home.” She said whilst striping down to her underwear, revealing that her body had also lost any and all muscle she had built up. Her hair was now fully black and barely went past her shoulders, her eyebrows weren’t even plucked or shaped anymore, they were a lot thicker and generally unkempt. At this point Miranda was gone, she was now Mandy.
Mandy hopped onto the bed and loaded up Twisted Reflections, deciding to continue her binge that she had started the night before. The binge went as well as the first night, Mandy was cruising through episodes at a breakneck pace. She was nearing the end of her journey when she got to episode 287, the episode where Balthazar and the main character confess their feelings for one another. As the countdown began for the next episode, Mandy paused the screen. “No viewing expearienche is complete without ephisiode 287.5” Mandy said to herself with a dorky laugh. She booted up her laptop and loaded up hanime, quickly finding episode 287.5.
Mandy watched as the fake episode began where the real one had left off, where Balthazar and the main character were sharing a steamy kiss that kept growing deeper and deeper. The two rushed into the tent that they had set up for the night and began to strip down to their bare forms, not wanting to leave each other’s touch for too long. Mandy fumbled around her dresser drawer, not wanting to take her eyes off the steamy sex scene taking place in front of her. Her hands eventually found the phallic shape she was looking for in the form of one of her dildos.
She slowly started to follow along with what she saw on screen, starting off by lubing up the dildo but putting it in her mouth. She licked it up and down in an attempt to mimic the blowjob the main character was giving Balthazar. When she first started doing stuff like this, the plastic taste of the dildo turned her off but she learned to tolerate it, especially after she started picturing Derek in her head. The fake blowjob started getting a little harder to perform as Mandy’s two front teeth began to elongate into buck teeth. Her rising libido got the best of her as she stopped trying to mimic the hentai as her own desires took over. She quickly removed the dildo from her mouth and moved towards her pussy, easing it in gently before finding a rhythm. “Mmm, Derek, you know you can go fashter than that!” Mandy moaned out as she sped up. With each thrust of the dildo, the clean-shaven patch above her pussy began to grow into an unkempt mess of pubic hair. She soon fell into a loop of pleasuring herself, moaning out Derek’s name, and finding bigger and better toys to use. She soon passed out from exhaustion on her bed, as bare as the day she was born.
Mandy awoke the next morning, refreshed and ready to take on the day. She ignored the stains she had left on her sheets and put on the same outfit she was wearing yesterday, at least she thought it was, there was a lot of clothes on her floor. She didn’t notice the strong smell that was coming from them, or her. She ran her hand through the tangled unkempt mess that was her hair and put her glasses on. “Time to go shee if my lovely Derek hash a day off today!” Mandy said, making her way towards the mall yet again.
Mandy made her way through the mall and past the food court. She passed by a table full of snobby rich girls who immediately saw a target on her back, little did she know these used to be her friends. “Hey nerd! I’d ask where you got that trashy outfit, but the way you smell tells me you actually got them from the trash!” One of the girls shouted, earning laughs from the others.
Mandy just walked past them and scoffed to herself, “Asholes.” She put them out of her mind as she saw Derek manning the register at his work. “Oh Derek! I didn’t know that you worked today!” She said, nearly running behind the counter to hug him.
“Mandy, how many times do I have to tell you, employees only back here.” Derek said with an annoyed sigh.
“You chan’t make an excheption for little ol’ me?” Mandy teased, flashing her brace-covered yellow teeth.
“Nope, don’t you have anything better to do today?”
“Why would I do ahnything elsh? You’re all I need.” Mandy said with a wink.
“Look Mandy, I get off work in an hour. I can hang out with you then but my boss can’t see you again. Not after that misunderstanding last week.” Derek said, referring to an incident where Mandy got caught in one of the displays and Derek tried to help her on what ended up being a suggestive looking way.
“Okay, I’ll meet you in the Arcade for shome roundshs of TR!” Mandy said, running off to the arcade. She didn’t notice the eye roll her crush did. It was gonna be a pretty good day for her.