A girl on the bus
“Could you make another one of these.”
I had not been invited to any parties this year. I had friends but they were all doing lame things like playing video games or playing board games without even a plan of looking at the clock to countdown the new year. I also did not have any girls that were friends there were more like acquaintances then true friends. I wanted to be social tonight and I wanted to have fun. But I was stuck at a lone table with a beer. The party was happening on the other side of the bar that I was at but all the girls seemed to be with their boyfriends and the bar had many more attractive guys than the number of girls then I could compete with.
Honestly, I had met more people online via social media sites that did not allow people to engage in real world social interactions. I had tried the dating sites and they were all terrible. I was getting older and it felt like the older I got the more hopeless I got. All of my friends kept bringing up that they had gotten married and that they had kids but I was stuck in this rut and I could not even get to first base with a girl. I was hopeless. Part of me had hoped that I was going to come to the bar and find single girls dancing and maybe I might be lucky to find one that would be nice enough to kiss me at the stoke of midnight, that kiss would maybe at least give me a little bit of hope.
I wanted to be a part of a social group that at least included girls and I could not even get that. The more I drank my beer the more depressed I felt and remembering the day of looking at displays of Valentines day replacing Christmas stuff at the store made me even worse. I just wanted someone to make me feel like I was worth it, someone to make me feel like I was worth something, someone of the opposite gender to just be able to pay attention to me.
I then saw someone in an old-fashioned cigarette girl uniform all dressed up for new years. I could not tell what she was selling, I was just happy that she was coming over to acknowledge me. “You seem all alone over here, is your girlfriend in the bathroom?” I looked forward in the distance past her “No..”. “Are you with a girl that is your friend?” “No..” “Do you have anybody with you to party with at all?” “No…” The girl seemed displeased with my responses but was almost feeding them to me in a charming fashion. “Tsk, Tsk Tsk, would you be interested to find someone, someone that you could dance with and kiss tonight?” I perked up! “YOU!” She smiled “No, not me but someone else and would you like to be able to make some friends with girls tonight?” “YOU COULD REALLY DO THAT!!” “I think it’s possible, do you really want it?” “YES! As soon as possible please!”
She took a canister of sliver like glitter and blew it onto my face. I coughed and I felt myself deeply breathe it in. My whole body shivered. It shivered not because I was cold but because I had a deep need for sexual attraction. It was like I was excited to be here and I wanted to join the party. That pleasure just felt that way. I was sitting on a seat that was perfect for my height with my feet flat on the floor. But suddenly my legs started raising up and my shoes now loose dropped to the floor. I started wondering how this was going to help me. My shirt and pants started to get baggy and goofy looking on me and my arms started slipping into my sleeves until just the fingers of my hands were poking through.
I started feeling my underwear change. It was far to small to do anything and it was considerably uncomfortable. Then it that was not enough a bra was now on my chest to add to that. It was now that I thought of what she was doing to me but in thinking of making me look embarrassing, it occurred to me this was all magic like and it started to worry me about what was going to happen next. She came over and pulled off my coat and pulled my pants all the way down. My legs were now small enough for my body to be mostly covered by my shirt.
I watched as my legs got slightly thicker and I felt my butt slightly push me up from my seat. The feeling of my legs close together and the new size of my butt made me feel sexy for some reason. I felt sexy. Then my middle section shrank and thinned out into a nice set of curves which I used my hands to feel and tranced them down to my new butt. I felt that shiver in my body again and this time my body was feeling warmer.
My new bra started feeling pressure and it pushed forward slightly lifting up my shirt. My arms started to become thicker and my collarbone and backbone was adjusting to accommodate my new breasts. My hair fell down in curly golden locks and my face started to feel more petite and defined in places. My lips felt thicker and my face slightly more rounder. My shirt started to pull in close to my body. The sleeves came off and so did the collar. It was turning into a cloth tube around my breasts and waist and shortly after glitter started to appear and cover the whole thing so it was now a sliver glitter tube dress. My feet now also had silver heels attached to them and my arm felt a cute sliver purse around it. I felt amazing, sexy and free. I looked at this girl like an angel, I gave her a hug and then quickly went onto the dance floor.
Some girls that I could not see or hear started a conversation with her. “I saw what you did!, don’t you think that you made him into an easy slut?” “I don’t recall you ever giving him any attention! were you ever going to say hi to him tonight? would you ever going to give him the time of day? I get it, that guys can come to you but sometimes could you come to a guy that looks bummed out, don’t you think that maybe he could use some cheering up!” “I don’t talk to strange men in bars thank you! You are looking sluttly yourself by the way” Her anger had risen “I don’t see you with any men tonight! And maybe being sexy sometimes is not a bad thing, if you want to get some action or have fun! You should try it instead of being such a stuck up b#tch!” She disappeared and the girl was unphased by what she said. The girl was cold and did not seem to care about anyone but herself.
In a strange way she seemed to get lightheaded and laid her head on the counter for a second and when she lifted it back up, she had turned into that guy that she had ignored behind her. She wanted to scream but then looked at the girl she had called a slut and she was dancing with guys and having fun. She had taken for granted other human beings and she, now he, though heavy, was satisfied with the punishment. But being a girl for so long gave her a new sense of purpose, she was going to make up for her wrongs in this male body. She was going to start up a self-help group for men struggling the way that the man had struggled in the bar tonight. In fact, she was going to provide a service with a guaranteed succeed rate and every man that came to her would not be lonely. And maybe if that girl ever came back, if she had proved herself worthy, she might change her back, she was going to be a new woman if she did.
I continued on the dance floor, I was having fun with so many guys and I sat down next to girls to take a break and I did make some new girlfriends. The clock was getting close to chiming I looked around to see at least several guys close to me, I chose my favorite one and at the stroke of midnight and gave him a big sweet plant on the lips. I felt so good. I went to sit down at the table to just take in what just happened. I had a thin layer of sweet smelling sweat over me and I had felt more joy than I had since I was a kid. A smile has stuck on my face that I could not get rid of. But I wondered, what would have happened if I was still a guy and I tried going to the dance floor would I have had a similar experience?
I went to a table and rested my head. Lucky enough this was a 24-hour bar or at least for today it was. I woke up but I was my male self again. I looked across from me to see a girl just waking up out of a sleep too. The girl looked happy, like she was happy to have her body back. She looked at me clearly excited to see me, she got me a drink and asked me if she could help me. I was waiting for a girl to ask me that for years. My dream may have just been a dream but at least there as a girl that was willing to give me the time of day finally. As I got up to follow her a sliver tube dress fell out of my lap and onto the floor. A smile came to my face. “Thank you, where ever you are”
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