Not so lonely at the top

“What a bitch” you cursed to no one in particular as you checked your phone.  Another girl completely denying you, and outright laughing at you on Tinder. All because you were only 5’ 8”.  Each and every girl seemed to demand a six foot tall god of a man. Even the ones who had no right to judge you seemed to only want a tall guy.  This left you alone, and sexually frustrated and just depressed. There was nothing you could do about your height, and having it thrown in your face on a daily basis was just kicking you while you were down.

Sighing, you decided to head out to grab a beer and try to get over it.  Shoving the phone in your pocket, you grabbed your keys and slammed the door. As you bounced down the stairs of your apartment complex, you mumbled to yourself.  You just wished that you could be the tall and attractive type to get a date. As you left your apartment, you smelled the signature scent of your neighbor downstairs smoking whatever weird drugs she was on.  You shook your head, passed through the cloud of acrid smoke, coughing as you did. The older women smiled with what few teeth she had and blew a cloud your way. You tried to hold your breath, but inhaled more, coughing as you rushed away.

You passed through the streets, and felt off.  You presumed it was a secondary high from all the smoke you inhaled.  Your head was getting fuzzy and your limbs felt weirdly numb. As you continued on your way, you felt the headache grow as some passerby’s gave you an odd glance.  You shied away from their view and decided to take a back alley route to the liquor store. Entering a small tunnel to cut through a an old section of the city you felt oddly claustrophobic.  You felt the ceiling on the tunnel pressing down on you, as you scraped through the concrete.

As you pushed on you felt your body shifting under the skin.  Fat was moving around, as muscle mass seemed to spread itself far more thinly.  You felt your arms stretching away, growing thinner and skinnier. Your legs seemed to propel you closer to the roof of the tunnel, as the tunnel grew even darker. You shuffled along in the darkness, with slivers of light, wondering if you were having a bad trip.

Continuing along you felt a sharp pain as your forehead caught the ceiling.  Letting out a sharp yelp, you heard a girl yell out at the same moment. You also noticed the light return, and you swept your now smaller hand across your face, finding weird cobwebs.  Pulling at them you found it was actually hair, and worse, it was attached to your head. Pulling it resulted in more sharp pains, leading to more girlish whimpers and moans. Your short hair was now billowing against your shoulders.

You began to panic as you felt your clothes tearing at your growing frame.  You jeans snapped with a sharp tear, as you felt your now thin and tight tummy rapidly getting cold as your red polo pulled up your chest. Trying to recover your  pants, you pulled desperately at them as the fabric began to shift and change, merging together into a solid tube of denim, revealing your long slim legs to the cool air. Biting your now plump lips, you tried to pull the tube down to cover more, finding it tightly hugging your now prominent hips.  As you did so you felt a strange strap across your chest.

Looking down you found the black leather strap attaching to your wallet and phone, as a black bag formed around them, before gently falling against your butt, showcasing where all of your old beer gut had gone.  Gulping, your hands traced your body, finding more feminine curves with each touch, and combined with your girly whimpers you feared your junk was going to be the next thing to go. However a call out from a passing girl shook you from your self-discovery.  As you looked up you realized you were at the tunnel end, with several others watching you feel yourself.

Your trip to the store was a bizarre adventure, but you didn’t know what else to do.  In your state of shock, you entered the store and bought your normal liquor and left. You were now significantly taller, leading to an odd walk, and even more confusion when you found yourself staring at the tops of mens heads, and looking down at women.  Even worse was the sheer red shirt your polo had become and the denim skirt wrapped around your girlish frame. Presenting your ID at the counter further confirmed this wasn’t just a bad trip. The new ID listed your name as Chase, showing a smiling girl in the photo, and new height listed.  6’ 4”. You just grabbed your bag, and decided getting drunk was just what you needed.

Approaching your apartment, the old woman was still smoking on the porch, and she beamed brightly at you.  She called after you as you bounded up the stairs, your new legs making for a uncomfortable experience. With your long sleek legs, your were bounding multiple stairs at a time, but you still had to duck to miss the top of your door frame. Tossing your keys on the table you pulled out your 40oz Beer, and stared at the bottle.  Somehow you had grabbed Red Wine. More concerning was the growing need to get some in a glass. You gulped, having felt several of these new feelings on the way but writing them off. However now your body demanded red wine, but as a beer drinking bachelor, you had no desire for wine. Yet opening your cabinet in the kitchen you found a dozen wine glasses replacing your mix match bar ware you had before.  You cursed in your now sweet delicate voice, before rapidly cracking open the wine and pouring a glass. You quickly downed the bitter liquid, feeling it rapidly grow sweet and delicious as more changed hit you. Pouring another glass, you looked around the apartment, seeing things alter here and there at random, as if re-writing for your new form. Downing the next glass you felt another change hit, as your alcohol tolerance dropped.

You giggled at the beauty in the mirror in front of you sipping wine.  You were pleasantly drunk, and decided to try and relax a bit. As you checked your apartment you found your bedroom was completely transformed, filled with girlish clothes and other needed items.  You decided to try and check yourself out nude, feeling the bounce of your tits in the braless shirt the whole way home. You manhood was still responding below but seemed to be shrinking away quickly.  As you wobbled on your tall legs and shimmied the skirt down you found your attention draw to your closet.

20 minutes later you found yourself giggling at the cute outfit you had put together as more wine filled you with confidence. You had even attempted some makeup and found yourself looking hot as hell.  You felt your tits in the dress and adjusted them for the best cleavage, smiling at your own beauty.

However you phone was now buzzing wildly as new texts and Tinder alerts were flooding in.  Texts from a girl named Haley were now your latest focus. She warned you to stop pregaming and meet her at the club downtown.  You never knew a Haley, but your new body was growing new desire. You could feel a lustful hunger between your tight and toned thighs demanding attention.  The moist opening was finishing up and flooding your with hormones. You quickly texted her back, before switching up the dress for a slightly sexier outfit, as you paged an Uber.

To kill some time you browsed Tinder, finding your likes flooding with thirsty guys, and a few girls hoping for a good time.  You giggled at the attention, finding it incredibly empowering and combined with the alcohol, a pretty nice turn on. You felt disgusted looking through the mens photos, but the walls were breaking down quickly.  However the messages from the boys all seemed to be shy or nervous. Most barely even tried a corny pickup line. You rolled your eyes, realizing the few you did get were tall jokes, or talking about your long sexy legs.

Your phone vibrated indicating the Uber had arrived, and you bounded outside to meet it.  The weird old lady tried to call out to you, seemingly concerned. She yelled about some mistake behind you, but you didn’t care.  You hopped in the car, and started messaging some of the cuter boys back on Tinder. Quickly you arrived meeting Haley. You both squealed in excitement as hugged her, having to lean down quite a lot to meet her, shoving your tits in her face. She giggled and playfully buried her face, getting several looks from the men around.  The other girls stared at the two of you with daggers in their eyes, especially as the club photographer demanded a picture of you two before escorting you inside.

Watching Haley at the bar you frowned.  You were way hotter than her, yet she got all the free drinks.  Most guys looked at you and tried to mutter something before blushing and walking away.  You couldn’t blame a lot of them, they barely came up to your tits, let alone face to face.  Obviously this was intimidating for the men in the club. The only ones who seemed to be trying to hit on her were already wasted or the shorter guys.  Still you wished you would get some more attention. Pulling out your phone again, you took a cute shot of your long legs, teasing a view of your rear to the boy on Tinder.

Having to buy your own drinks sucked at first, but once you made it out on the floor, you began reveling in your height.  Peering out across the dance floor you locked eyes on your man for the evening, sauntering over, as he blushed deeply, his eyes tracing up your sleek toned legs.  You giggled, as you began grinding against him , feeling his hands locking on your hips and he tried to grab you. You lead the way, showing him where to put his hands as you danced.  He smiled but did as he was told, his attraction obvious from the bulge in his pants, however you were enjoying pushing him around and manhandling him.

However 30 minutes later as he pushed you against your bed, you let him lead the way, feeling his stubble brushing your thighs as he buried his face between your legs.  The sensations were driving your pussy into a heated fury, demand more attention then you had known before, with his tongue and fingers discovering new parts of you. You could feel the slow burn of an orgasm quickly growing as he teased and tickled your clit.  Your thighs squeezed his head as you played with your breasts, the combined sensations bringing you to a rapid gasping, squeezing tighter. Wraping you legs around him and pulling him tight, he hungrily went down on you with even more enthusiasm. The shudder began to roll through you as your eyes rolled back and you cried out in passion.

As you released your legs from his head, he wasted no time, before burying himself in your wet snatch,  The sudden pressure and feeling of fullness numbed your mind, as you could barely speak. His passion and aggression was now in control, as he roughly pounded into you, pushing you into the wall.  The consistent thud of your back smacking the wall, wet with sweat, became the tempo for your next orgasm. By the time he filled you with his hot cum, you were already cresting the mountain again, shuddering in delight as he passed out next to you.

“Looks whos awake, and horny” you smiled, tracing a hand up the knee sock hiding your legs from your date.  He stared hungrily at you, following your hand right back to your hips. You had made a good call by not grabbing panties that morning you figured.  As your date stared you watching him harden quickly in his boxers, knowing he wanted another round this morning. After last night you were ready to give him whatever he wanted.  But you were clearly in control as he stared, his alcohol bravery long since gone. You just grinned as you twisted a lock of hair on your finger, and motioned him to come closer.

Your new position

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A peaceful slumber

Your eyes felt heavy as you stared into the blue light of phone. Exhaustion was setting in, but you couldn’t help yourself from checking out reddit a little longer. Especially some of the more risqué subs you enjoyed. The one with the little pink pills also made you a bit giddy at the possibilities. Of course this was all fantasy anyways, there weren’t really little magic pills for your to be a girl. As you closed out of one last animated caps, you yawned deeply, feeling the darkness of sleep overwhelm you. As your eyes closed, you rapidly drifted off, phone still in hand.

The phone screen flashed and strobed as your fingers still touched the screen. Dozens of posts opened and closed, as image if beautiful women flew past as it operated almost on it own. Eventually your mobile app crashed, and the phone went black. The phone suddenly came back to life, with a bright flash, coating you and the room in a strange light before resuming its previous function. A small spark flew into your fingers holding the phone as your body began to react.

Your hands trembled softly as the flesh thinned away, leaving smaller, more delicate fingers. Your phone now looked much larger in your dainty hand, as your nails smoothed and rounded, taking a colorful sheen as polish splashed from no where. Your hand instinctively clutched the phone tighter as a result, the muscles tensing as they changes surged up your arms.

Your arms shrank closer to you as the mass and muscle faded, leaving weaker and more feminine arm, which seemed to pulse slightly, as the energy flowed through. In your mind, you only saw blackness as your dreams faded, before suddenly feeling overwhelmed as images from your phone flooded your mind. You could not even begin to understand what you were seeing, but you felt happy as they flowed, wanting to welcome the feeling. Your dreamself floated into the swirling energy and basked within.

In reality, the changes were effecting your chest and head, the dream a mere distraction from the changes it what making. Already it had shrunk your height significantly. No longer could you boast to your tinder dates about how tall you were. No, now you would barely even meet their height at your new 5’ 5” height. Topping it off, you short cropped hair now sat in a puddle on the pillow, the dark strands shifting slightly as the lengths changed seemingly at will.

Your face was now more angular, your cheeks more prominent and your eye brows trimmed and plucked into perfect shapes. Gone was the stubble from your lack of shaving, leaving smooth creamy skin behind.

More stunning however was your plump pink lips. Lips you would have killed for before now sat closer to you then you could have believed. Your nose had even shrunk and reshaped to fit your new face perfectly. When added to the grand picture, most would assume you a tomboyish woman, but that would soon be fixed.

Shifting on the bed, your body rearranged itself, as your breathing sharpened and quickened. In the dream, you found yourself rapidly becoming aroused, and this showed in your sleeping body as well. You body felt flushed with sexual energy as hormones raced through it. As the forced swept through your chest it pulled tightly at your bones, pulling them in and shrinking them. Your once wide shoulders now slim and slender. Your beer gut replaced with a smooth tight tummy, with a cute little belly button.

With the fat gone on the belly, your chest began to absorb it. As the hair faded away, your chest swelled as your nipples became more pronounced, and pink in color. The flesh soon began to push your shirt away, as breasts formed. Each surged of energy caused a light bounce, filling them out more and more, settling in on a nice B cup. Tiny and cute, just like you were becoming. The shirt you wore began to tighten, showing the rock hard nipples pressing against the top, as your manhood strained down below.

​However that was quickly becoming a non issue. In the dream, you felt yourself release at the overload of attractive imagery, only you were panicked because you couldn’t find your own manhood. However the pleasure was overwhelming any concerns inside the dream. However in reality your wet dream was a dry one. Yet, your crotch continued to convulse, as you let out a girlish moan. The manhood whilst rockhard began shrinking away rapidly, as your hips popped out to the sides, giving you a slight curve.

More curves appeared on the rear, as your ass swelled and toned, becoming more firm and bouncy, pressing your underwear to the limit, before they suddenly slid between the growing cheeks, as the fronts pressed firmly against the now flat space. Where your pride and joy once laid, now housed a hairless slit that was aching to be touched.

As your new pussy settled in, your legs were both shrinking and stretching. They grew shorter yet appeared longer, as they toned and swelled, your thighs now delicious and inviting to anyone near by. Combined with your ass, the view was incredible.

The changes began to slow as they reached your feet, trimming them down to a much smaller size, as they shrunk to fit the womanly legs and hips you now had. In your dreamworld, the mental orgasm blinded you as the world suddenly began to shudder and fade. As you watched, the world you had occupied began to look more and more like your room, however bathed in pink and purples. Girls clothing littered the floor, and various bits of jewelry and makeup littered any available table or dresser. You tried to blink it away before realizing the bright light.

You yawned, feeling the smallness of your body as you swam in your comforter. Looking up, the sun had risen and bathed the room in light. You squinted as you checked your phone, seeing your new nails, tiny hands and new phone. You gasped, and began to worry, before a text popped in from your friend Ally. Or rather new friend. She began asking “Marissa” about last night and if she fucked her date. You tried to type a response, or a cry for help but began answering her. Feeling the ache from between your legs, you watched as you complained about the lack of dick in your life. As it was sent you felt the same disappointment wash through you, knowing full well this wasn’t your life. However you were no longer in control. Marissa was.

You, as Marissa, kicked your legs on the couch, as you waited for Ally to arrive. You looked super hot in your boots and tights. Of course the short little top showed off the girls and the tummy you worked so hard for. Hopefully this would be enough to get you a date today, as you really needed to get laid, your body ached liked it has never gotten off before. You just hoped the boy was tall, as even with your boots on you felt so tiny in comparison. However you'd settle for a short guy with a big package right now. Hearing the doorbell, you squealed and grabbed your purse.

The new teacher

Waking up to a blaring phone alarm was a normal occurrence for you. However you had always had it set to the standard ringtone, not whatever was blaring out of it now. You fumbled for the phone trying to silence the music screaming out of it, but found it difficult to switch off. Grabbing at the phone it felt larger and different in your hand. As you tried to tap at the screen the clicking of your nails on the screen did nothing to stop the noise. Pulling the phone closer to your face, the noise got more intense, as the brightness of the screen blinded you temporarily, as you stared.

Gone was your Samsung and in its place a slim Iphone. 

Confused to poked at the screen trying to snooze the unfamiliar alarm. As you finally got it right, you noticed your long nails, shiny and lavender in color. They clicked against the screen as you traced them up the long dark female fingers.. You rubbed your eyes, feeling a strangely different face. Reaching for your glasses, you found you no longer had them on your nightstand, nor anywhere to be found. Blinking several times, the room suddenly focused as you screamed.

The girlish shriek echoed through the empty house as the room was filled with girlish items, and clothes. Apparently the woman you now were just as messy before. However as you hopped out of the bed, you found yourself nearly bouncing to the floor. Your new chest was heavy and swollen, as large breasts hung in front of you unsupported. The dark nipples enticing you to touch and play with them, and matching toenails popping into view just past the dark cleavage. Tracing a slim finger across them sent jolts of electricity surging through your new frame. You pulled away reluctantly wanting to find out what happened.

Searching the room it seemed huge to you. Long gone were your days as the 6’ 3” “Mr. Johnson”, the tallest teacher working at the school. Also long gone was your manhood, as you fingers found a damp slit between your legs, one beginning to wake up due to your probing. It did confirm however you were no longer a white male, but confidently a black woman now.

You hobbled over to the bathroom, ignoring the wide array of cosmetics and shampoos, and the heavy sway of your new breasts. You jumped into the shower, finding your body on autopilot as muscle memory began running through a female cleansing routine. Strange shampoos and soaps began were pulled as you studied your new body. You were short, and stacked, finding it near impossible to reach the showerhead. However the shower was hard to navigate as your perky swollen new ass threatened to knock half the shower to the floor with each turn and shimmy.

You watched yourself in the mirror apply makeup and do up your new dark locks of hair. You felt like you should be panicked, but a strange sense of calm and urgency was replacing the anxiety. Your work badge showed you still taught the same class at the same school. You knew they needed their teacher for exam prep this week, even if you were now “Ms. Johnson”.

You gulped to yourself as the tight dress pulled your firm and sexy body into its tight embrace. The snugness of the material was borderline indecent, but it was the best you could do with being a woman for all of an hour. You found yourself checking your body in the mirror, a strange alien confidence swelling in you, as you slipped into a pair of tall heels. The tell tale click-clack as you walked out the door showing this was clearly not your first time.

As students filed into the room, you sat sipping your coffee, feeling the male students eyes practically tearing the dress from your body. The thought both disgusted you but also made the pride swell inside. The alien feeling made you feel much more self aware then anything. As you began class, you found yourself taking careful strides and small steps to avoid tripping on your tight dress. As you turned to face the class after writing on the chalkboard, you heard several snickers from across the class. Sighing, your hand swatted at your ass, brushing the chalk dust you had accumulated. Each time your turned, your ass seemed to grab something. The boys in class quickly quieted however as you brushed your rear, giving them quite the show as the flesh jiggled softly.

By the end of clash your face was flushed a semi permanent shade of red, knowing throughout the session the boys had been incredibly attentive, yet when called on were perplexed. Apparently your new form had quite the reputation for getting attention in class. Still you felt embarrassed, as your bouncy rear seemed to do most of the work. However as you scrolled through your phone in the break room, clearly “Ms Johnson” was no stranger to letting her cleavage do the work either. As you tried to relax and clear your head, and finally figure out why this was happening, you felt a firm hard slap your rear. You squealed girlishly in surprise before finding a fellow instructor grinning broadly. You wanted to slap him, or crush his junk with your stiletto, but your body felt a new hunger and desire swell inside. You recognized the attraction you felt, as your body began to move on autopilot once more.