“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.
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