Kyle reviewed what she was planning on doing over and over in her head and was
about to leave her room when something caught her attention. She turned and saw that in
the center of one of her maroon coulored walls there was a small spot of…. pink! Kyle
moved to get a closer look when, with incredible speed, the spot began to grow! Soon half
of her sparse bedroom was a bright shade of pink, and now Kyle noticed other changes as
well, the few posters hanging on the bedroom wall had begun to change; the iMac poster
became a poster for that new chick flick, her Nintendo poster changed to become one of
Orlando Bloom and ‘the scream’ quickly became ‘the well-muscled-guy-standing-in-
front-of-a-car-without-a-shirt-on-glistning-with-sweat’ (which made Kyle’s beautiful
face turn a very deep shade of red) but other posters appeared out of nowhere to, posters
of half-naked, voluptuous women clad in the sort of clothes that would shock their
mothers into an early grave. These new posters stared seductively down at Kyle while
stuck in all manner of seductive pose (and now Kyle really blushed!).
Realizing the changes had finished while she was distracted by the new posters, Kyle
turned to look at her new room…. and saw that nothing had really changed. Aside from
the new posters and the playboy calendar now fixed on the back of her door, the only real
difference was that most of her old stuff had taken on bright, pastel colours.
Shrugging her slender, asian shoulders, she walked over to the closet and opened it,
just as she had expected, it was now crammed with girlie clothes that went right across
the spectrum of fashion: dresses, gothic Lolita, fuku’s, all kinds off stuff; she even saw the
sheen of latex among this new assortment once or twice.
Opening her drawers, she saw that all her other clothes had become their female
counter parts, her underwear drawer was now full of neatly folded panties and bras, the
few shirts she had had were now a rainbow of tanktops, turtlenecks, V-tops, blouses,
sweaters, tube tops, spaghetti strap tops and so on.
Kyle turned from her newly stocked bedroom and started for the door again, thinking
she would have plenty of time to go through it all after she dealt with Jennifer. Coming to
the shoe rack in front of the door her mouth half twitched into an amused smile as she
saw that her shoes had become black knee-high boots with a three inch platform (but it
worked like high heels so the heel part of the shoe was six inches).
Kyle slid her new footwear on and wobbled a bit on the heels before getting used to
them. She then picked up the little black knapsack, (which after a quick check, held all her
school books) and locked the door behind her.
As Kyle made her way down the three blocks that lay between her house and the high
school she found that she struggled less and less with the shoes. By the time she got to
Glendale High, she was strutting to the front doors, sexily swaying her hips back and forth
as if she’d been doing it her entire life.
-------AUTHORS NOTE---------
Sorry for the bad quality, I had to force myself through this chapter, but now there are
options abundant! Next chapter there will be a transformation of some sort, yippee!
Again, sorry